“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it,” is what Proverbs 22:6 tell us. I don’t know about you, but this isn’t always an easy scripture to follow. especially since I often feel like I’m still training myself! But, I do try. I try to raise my daughter to love God, others and herself. I’m trying my best to be intentional about leaving an imprint on Anya’s heart that encourages her to read the scriptures, to apply them, to pray in all circumstances, to do what is right even when it isn’t popular, and to accept the grace and forgiveness that Jesus so freely has given her at the ultimate price. Do I think I’m doing a good job? Well, sometimes. But, I know that there are days that I just blow it! Days when I’m not a good example and my own attitude doesn’t reflect Christ. Those days I think to myself, ‘how is she going to listen to me when I just did the opposite of what I’m trying to teach her!” For example today I was annoyed because of her hesitation to do what I asked. I raised my voice and basically told her she needed to be more responsible. I didn’t handle it well. She did do what I asked and took the dog out. Then I heard her come back in and walk back out. I looked out the window and there was Anya sitting in a chair she dragged towards our steps reading the Bible.
Then my heart was full of gratitude. Once again God answered me. See, I had just been thinking that maybe I was failing, maybe I was too lax with her and all those other parenting self doubt bubbles that enter into our head when we’re feeling insecure about our parenting skills. But, at that moment I felt God saying to me in my heart, ‘you are teaching her about what matter most…me. ‘ It makes my heart swell with joy to witness how she is learning to nurture herself with God’s word. I give all the glory to God, because I know it is Him who is working in her heart. After awhile she came inside and showed me the scripture she was reading. We talked and cuddled for a long time. I am not a perfect mom, I fall far from the mark, but every once in awhile I see the fruits of what I’m trying to do and all the imperfect moments don’t mean so much. This was one of those moments.