This morning at breakfast Camie asked me all of a sudden, "Mom, what was I made for? I mean, what was I made to do?" I was in mid-chew so I finished swallowing before I answered. And what wise answer did I give her? With a smile I said, "I don't know." then went on to explain that we may not know until she's older, but God definitely has a purpose for her. I told her about the scripture that says whatever we do, we are to do it for Jesus; that no matter what she did, whether it was a mommy, a teacher, a doctor, an artist, each day should be spent showing others the love of Jesus and trying to lead them to Him to accept Him as their Saviour, and to serve others as serving Jesus.
I am so grateful to be able to try and live Jesus to our children and see them starting to realize they are special to Him. It's so easy for me to want them to look and sound good,to make us look good, but I want their hearts to truly belong to Him so their lives are full of Him. And I fail everyday in being the example to them they need. Things have been better lately, as I've been making a point of reading Scripture and some devotions nearly everyday. I want Christ to be real to them, but know that He must first be real to me, and constantly changing me. The physical duties of being a mom are tough, but the spiritual are truly a burden. A good burden though. 
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