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I was brought up in a Christian home where I accepted Christ at the age of six but I didn’t really make my faith my own until I was in my early twenties. When I became pregnant with my first child, the Lord got my attention. One day He said so clearly to my spirit, “Stacie do you want to raise your children your way or My way?” I got the point. I told Him that I wanted to do it His way but I didn’t know how. The first thing He did was give me a love for His Word. After that was established, He then showed me how to live a Spirit-filled life.
One thing I want for my children is that they would make their faith their own. I do not want them assuming that they can go through life trying to be as “good” as they can be. I want them to understand that they HAVE to have a real, gut-level, honest relationship with Jesus. I want them to understand the power that they have available to them when they ask for the Holy Spirit’s help.
Someone once said, “God has no grandchildren.” They are right. You can’t get to heaven riding on your parent’s faith in God. It has to be theirs!
Awhile back, I was praying for my children in the morning. I specifically prayed that they would have soft hearts towards God. I prayed that when He spoke to them, they would recognize His voice and not harden their hearts. That evening my eldest child and I got into an argument. I was disciplining him and he did not like it. I tried to go for his heart, but was having no success. I finally sent him to bed, hoping he would think about it and understand why he was having consequences for his behavior. He came back out a few minutes later and tearfully told me he was sorry for what he had done and how disrespectful he has been. He asked if we could pray. I’ve never heard my child pray with such conviction, such anguish, and such longing for a new start with God. He prayed specifically that God would give him the strength to do the right thing. He confessed that he couldn’t be good on his own. After he was done confessing and making things right with God, I prayed over him. I praised God that my son understood the relationship that he needed to have between him and his Savior. I thanked God for helping him make his faith stronger and that he was tapping into the Holy Spirit’s power. Afterwards, we were able to end the evening with a tearful hug and an “I love you”. It was beautiful…
Later that evening, I realized God had answered my morning prayer for my child. I was greatly encouraged and renewed in my vision for my children. Praise the Lord!
I hope you will continually pray for your children as well. They need to understand confession and repentance. Then the sweetness of reconciliation comes and they understand what Jesus meant when He said, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light”.
After my child prayed to the Lord to forgive him, he told me he felt so much better and that he felt lighter. The next day he disobeyed, but immediately came to me and confessed. Without prompting, he got down on his knees and confessed his sins. Afterwards, he looked at me and said, “Mom, I feel so much better!” Woo hoo!!! The kid is getting it!
From One Mom to Another,
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