Last weekend was a super busy weekend for us. Between my husband’s schedule, my schedule, my children’s schedule, and our family schedule, we were going in lots of different directions. All good things, but at the end of the weekend, it made me reflect on a few things.
My husband and I have fought the good fight when it comes to protecting our weekend schedule from being overly crowded. Our children don’t play select sports or on travel teams. We attend and serve at church on Saturday evenings, so our Sundays used to be totally free. I say “used to be” because there’s been a shift. My children aren’t playing sports or hanging out with friends on Sundays. They’re serving in ministry. So, while we are busier than we like to be, my children are now serving in so many ways. It’s hard to say, “No” to that.
My oldest son (he’s fifteen) serves with the student worship team almost every Sunday (in addition to all he does for my husband and I and the class we lead on Saturday nights). He (along with me since I’m the driver) leaves our house at 6:30 am so we can drive twenty miles north to get him there in time to help set up. I don’t pick him up again until 12:30 pm. He’s there for six hours (not to mention the four hours on Saturday nights)! For my one-hour-a-week-Christian friends, excuse me while I clear my throat!
Then there is my daughter (she’s eleven) who is slowly starting to find her place in ministry. She has always been a child whisperer…little children adore her. It’s a gift she has that I don’t possess whatsoever (my children think I am “weird!”). She serves on Saturday nights by helping set up for Sundays. She recently started serving with a friend’s sports outreach ministry every Sunday evening from 4:30 pm to 6:30 pm. At first, she thought she might be able to get some friends to join her, but that hasn’t worked out yet. I’m thankful we’ve allowed my daughter to have an open and available schedule to be able to say, “Yes” to serve.
My youngest child (he’s nine) is finding his footing, as well. He blessed our mostly adult Bible Fellowship class this past weekend by volunteering to read the entire fourth chapter of Second Corinthians. His normal, shy self-blossomed at that moment and his confidence level soared when everyone in the room began to clap and holler for him when he finished reading.
I say all of this not to boast about our parenting skills or my children’s gifts, but to remind myself that none of this would be possible without Christ. My husband and I are first generation ministers. My children are growing up in a ministry home. I have no idea what the impact of this might be for future generations, but I know God knows.
I also say this to remind myself that now is not the time to pat myself on the back and stop praying for my children to love the Lord. That prayer is important—especially now. My children need to continue to love the Lord with all their heart and soul as they serve and love others (the two greatest commandments according to Jesus (Mark 12:30–31)), and they also need to be protected from the schemes of the enemy who comes to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10). Ministry people are enemies of Satan because they are actively engaged in battle with Satan. While we cannot lose our salvation, the enemy will attempt to distract and derail my children from their calling. This momma is going to do all she can to keep that from happening. It starts with prayer.
With every step they take and every new task they take on, my children—and your children—need to be covered with new and specific prayers. When we see them accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior, we celebrate that and give praise to God. When we see them move into places where they are utilizing their gifts and talents, we celebrate and praise God for all He has given them and allowed them to do. And then, we continue in prayer for whatever is to come next. Until my dying breath, my aim is to praise God in all things, celebrate His goodness and the things He has allowed, and pray for my children to continually love the Lord and love others in all they say and do.