We are crazy and weird. We own that and, frankly, parade it in full view. You’ll see us at the grocery store with 8 kids and 2 carts while people stop with mouths gaped, bobbing their heads as they count the children. They’re all mine. I wasn’t blessed to birth each of them, but I forget which ones.
This past school year, our Pastor preached a message including something like “you can’t send your kids to Sunday School and expect them to be able to defend their faith.” I nodded in agreement. Yeah, people think a few hours a week is going to make their kids warriors. It’s a good thing we……..and I drew a blank. What were we doing besides that very thing?
Sure, we walk the walk and censor movies, hang scripture prints on the wall, and support Chick-Fil-A. We even pay our tithes and work in ministry. One burning question remained: Are we actually preparing our children for the world they will face? It was a blaring “no.”
I wasn’t investing as much in them as the world was when they were at school or on a bus for 42.5 hours a week. We couldn’t, in good conscience, ask these fragile babies to defend their faith in the face of adversity. We can rarely expect that of ourselves. And so it began.
Suddenly, choices were made and plans started falling into place. We were able to finish out a porch into a school room (and I did the porcelain tile, thankyouverymuch!), order supplies, and find desks and cabinets for dirt cheap. This was in cash, and we are by no means rich. God absolutely made a way. “If it’s His will, He’ll fit the bill,” I’ve heard. And that He did.
We are crazy and weird. We own that and, frankly, parade it in full view. You’ll see us at the grocery store with 8 kids and 2 carts while people stop with mouths gaped, bobbing their heads as they count the children. They’re all mine. I wasn’t blessed to birth each of them, but I forget which ones.
This past school year, our Pastor preached a message including something like “you can’t send your kids to Sunday School and expect them to be able to defend their faith.” I nodded in agreement. Yeah, people think a few hours a week is going to make their kids warriors. It’s a good thing we……..and I drew a blank. What were we doing besides that very thing?
Sure, we walk the walk and censor movies, hang scripture prints on the wall, and support Chick-Fil-A. We even pay our tithes and work in ministry. One burning question remained: Are we actually preparing our children for the world they will face? It was a blaring “no.”
I wasn’t investing as much in them as the world was when they were at school or on a bus for 42.5 hours a week. We couldn’t, in good conscience, ask these fragile babies to defend their faith in the face of adversity. We can rarely expect that of ourselves. And so it began.
Suddenly, choices were made and plans started falling into place. We were able to finish out a porch into a school room (and I did the porcelain tile, thankyouverymuch!), order supplies, and find desks and cabinets for dirt cheap. This was in cash, and we are by no means rich. God absolutely made a way. “If it’s His will, He’ll fit the bill,” I’ve heard. And that He did.
Wife to Mark and Mom to 9 blessings. We are remarried widow and widower with a beautifully blended family dynamic. I aspire to make my home and heart a sanctuary for lost souls.
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