I always imagine that children who grow up to serve God come from polished Christian homes and not my holding-it-together-with-a-safety-pin home. Life has been pretty tough for us lately. I frequently wonder how this is affecting my kids. I want to be the mom that can really display God working in her life to them. But many times I fall short. My tone, my voice, my impatience are all reminders of where I am and where God wants me to be.
Then the little one shocks me. His big brown eyes shining with joy. Out of nowhere he asks me about making Jesus his forever friend. I am giddy with so much excitement that I can hardly contain myself. Where did he get the inspiration? Clearly not from our life, I think to myself. He’s traveled on this rocky road with us and he still wants to make Jesus his forever friend?