Grateful for His Grace to My Kiddos in 2011… and Me

by GfG on December 31, 2011 · 4 comments

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It’s been a stinkin’ big year in my family.  Seriously.

And, for me, it really all started with me submitting to my husband.  Submission isn’t easy.  If it was, it wouldn’t be a part of the fall, in my opinion.

My Sweetie wanted to send HB to camp.  I wasn’t for that, not even a little bit.  BUT He’s the head of the home and I am called to trust God through my husband’s leadership, whether I agree with it or not.  Even if I write three page persuasive papers to my husband sharing my stance on an issue.  Even if  he seems to not understand my view or want to understand my view.   Even if he is completely sure it’s the right call and I’m completely sure it’s the wrong call.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.  Or maybe.  Or not at all.

So, HB went to camp.  A Bible focused camp.  And she had a delightful time.  She studied Scripture more.  She applied Scripture more. She shared Scripture more.  All very good things.  I barely survived the two weeks.  I waited to see how the choice would affect our family.

September 20th, The Boy came into my bedroom while My Sweetie and I were watching a movie.  Our son was bawling.  Sobbing.  Apologizing.

Startled, I said, “We forgive you, sweetie.  What’s wrong?”

He then shared his testimony of being drawn to the LORD through conversations with HB since her camp experience.  He said he realized he was “not really a Christian”.  He spoke of how he ignored the fact and continued to “pretend he was a Christian”.  He ended with telling us that he couldn’t live that way anymore and banged on the bathroom door to talk to HB at 10:30 pm.  They talked and prayed.  He had just asked God to forgive him and be LORD of his life.  It was one of the most memorable and beautiful moments of my life as the three of us held each other, talked and prayed.  The Boy joined the fellowship of the saints.  Now 2/6 of my top prayer in life was answered according to my heart’s desire.

Over a month later, sweet Princess came into our room with a shy smile on her face and eyes sparkling.  She signed, “I became a Christian now.”

My jaw dropped and once again, we had a child sitting on our bed telling us of how God drew their heart to Him via a sibling.  She spoke about an emptiness she realized was there after seeing her siblings joy and love for Christ.  She shared how she realized that even though she had known of her need for a Savior, she hadn’t wanted to make God the lord of her life… until that night.

Again, crying and celebrating, we prayed together.  Parents and child.

3/6 of my life’s prayer answered in 2011.

A Christian mother’s life prayer is that her children come to Christ.  Nothing supercedes that desire.  There are many other important prayers and desires, but knowing that her children love and serve the LORD is the heart cry of a mama.

As I’ve learned about grace and God’s sovereignty in powerful ways this year (through the study of God’s Word via two books this summer and this fall),I  have been awestruck to see Him extend grace for salvation to two more of my children (children I thought were already saved, actually) in powerful testimonies, leaving me doubting their justification not at all.

And to top it off…

HB, The Boy and Princess shared their testimonies before the entire church before their baptisms (our church has each member type up their testimony and read it before the congregation before they are baptized) almost two weeks ago.

Tears of joy.  Tears of gratefulness.  Tears of grace streamed down my face as each child, now a brother or sister in Christ, spoke.

When My Sweetie expressed a prayer for them afterwards, sharing 3 John 1: 2-4

Beloved, I pray that in all respects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prospers. For I was very glad when brethren came and testified to your truth, that is, how you are walking in truth. I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth.

I was a mess.  A grateful mess.

The way the LORD chose to bring forth the harvest in my children was not lost on me.  Using camp… camp that I did not want my daughter to attend… camp that I was sure was a wrong decision… camp that I just knew was going to cost us consequences….  to be the final step in converting head truth to heart truth was incredibly humbling.  Seriously.

My pride in wanting me, my effort, my teaching, my demonstration… myMYmy…(the my includes my family/me & my husband) to be the works that  God used to “make” my kids Christians was suddenly repulsive to me because I finally saw it for what it truly was: a prideful work.

As my kiddos declared their love for the LORD and their joy in being His, I rejoiced and I thanked God for doing it.  I thanked Him even for not doing it until I truly understood that their salvation has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with my works.

It’s all Him.

My effort, my teaching and my demonstration of faith are only to be done out of love for Him and obedience towards a life of a Christ-follower, expecting nothing but joy from God.  He gets to decide the outcome of all of those.

So… despite their mother and her many faults, three of my children have truly entered the faith.

God is soooo good to them.

And He is soooo good to me.

Yup, 2011 has been stinkin’ great.  Seriously.  How was your year?

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