As mothers, we get to share our faith with our children often. Sometimes by reading bible stories, other times answering questions, and sometimes using life as object lessons. With all, we pray that some of it sticks. You know the verse, “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” I do this often, just praying that a tenth of the good I teach sinks in, not the things I do wrong. But I was reminded this last week, that it is not what I say or do that gets to my childs’ hearts, it is Christ Himself and His word that works in their lives. I got to see that with Finn.
I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when he came around the corner, cute as could be, playing a little doggy guitar his aunt had given him for his last birthday. He started singing, not asking me to be his audience, like many other times. He already had one. He sang, ” I love Jesus, God you are strong, God you are the only super hero in real life, God is good for sin, He takes our sin and timeouts. God you are beautiful.”
My 3 year old was praising God, and in his simple song, was more profound than many so called preachers in the pulpit on any given Sunday. He, with his child-like faith, showed understanding I strive for and miss on many days. I bent down, misty-eyed, and thanked him for singing. He asked me, “mommy, did you like my song?”
“Yes, Honey, I think it’s the best song I’ve ever heard in my life.” I got to see the grip God has on his life, and am so excited for his next song.