Anna is 3 years old and 9 months old. It’s easy for me to think that if I don’t do something now, it’ll never happen. If she doesn’t ‘get it’ now, she won’t, and it’ll be because I missed placing some building block in the foundation. Especially spiritual things.
But my ultimate desire is not that our girls can regurgitate something back to me, but that the tempo, tone and atmosphere of their life is seeped in the reality of Christ.
Confession? We don’t pray every single night. We don’t have an organized family devotion time every evening. Anna and I have been memorizing verses, sometimes fast and sometimes over 3 weeks, while we draw stick figures or build bird houses with magnets. I ask questions about the clouds and make comments about God’s nature over the flowers.
It’s not a pop quiz.
I want it to be the life they know best.
A life they want for themselves.
A life where conversations and questions and curiosities about God and the Bible happen regularly, if not daily.
A life where sins and mistakes and failures can be brought to light to receive grace and mercy and forgiveness instead of shame and guilt and hiding in the dark.
A life where prayer and worship is woven into any and every minute.
A life where joy and peace and fun are as prevalent as laundry and eating and cleaning.
A life where God is real and love is undeniable.
In the utmost humility, I pray for this.