After a couple of sweet comments from friends about my children (ones that brought tears to my eyes) I thought, my children are not my own. They are God’s, and He’s entrusted them to me. As a mom, I feel the weight of getting it right. This is my only chance to raise my children well. The time is now!
Do you ever feel the weight of that responsibility?
I screw up all the time. I throw temper tantrums. I say things I shouldn’t. I’ve been known to wear and watch things I shouldn’t. I admit the more I fall in love with God and the closer I walk with Him, the more these things change. But just saying… I’ve been known to.
So I was thinking…How could I do it better?
I want to teach them the things of God without it being like a boring Sunday School lesson. We…
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