It’s a Hard Job.

I wonder all the time how I’m doing as a mom. I think it’s normal - mom brains never turn off. We never stop second guessing ourselves, constantly planning and considering, and we never stop wanting to do and be better for our families. I want to be a blessing to my husband. I want to love, teach, and encourage my children in all ways; especially in the ways of the Lord. 

I was singing and praying with my kiddos tonight (as I do every night) and I had a special moment while talking to Amiette. She and I have our best talks at bedtime. I told her how Jesus was the most remarkable man; even more so than her own daddy. I told her that He came to save us and that He loved His children so much that he died so we wouldn’t have too. I told her we are not perfect people and need Him. I told her that I want her to know of His great love and the biggest sacrifice ever made. I wanted her to know the importance and significance of Good Friday and Easter. 

I hugged Amiette and kissed her with tears in my eyes. Talking about Jesus with my children is hard - I don’t know how much they understand or retain. But I will do it regardless. She smiled, looked up at me, and put her hand on my cheek. I told her this was a very big lesson and I know she doesn’t understand, but we will keep talking about it. I kissed her, hugged her tight, and said goodnight. 

The truth is - raising children is hard. Raising children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord is hard. It’s the job I’ve been given and I’m trying to with all due diligence. I admit I have not been doing the best job... but looking into my children’s eyes, I felt the weight of that tonight when talking about the importance of Good Friday with my daughter. The call to parenting is an intense journey but it’s incredible. Im so incredibly blessed to have been given such a calling on my life.