I teach ages 8-10 in Sunday School, and I absolutely love it. Not only are the children great, but they teach me pretty great lessons as well. It is truly a joy spending an hour with these children each Sunday morning.
This past week we learned about Enoch, and the children were very intrigued when I told them that there was something very special about Enoch. We went on to read Genesis 5 which is an account of the genealogy of Adam. The boys responded in amazement at how old everyone got before they died, and wondered why we didn’t live that long anymore. One of the girls was very quick to tell them it was because we eat too much pizza. When we got to verse 21 the children were quiet, and knew the account of Enoch’s life had something special, but they didn’t understand.
I have not been writing for some time. The amount of unfinished posts I have is quite frustrating, but as I went to complete them today I just didn’t have any words for the topics I had started. My mind kept coming back to the great faithfulness of God, and how I fail so often to give Him the praise He deserves, and requires of me.
This morning I woke up with a grieving heart and spirit. My load felt heavy and the burden I was carrying was humanity in general. I don’t have to look very far to see sin, upon sin, upon sin. Some days I feel so insignificant as a born again believer in Christ, as I to be a light in this dark world. The only thing that keeps me shining a lot of days is knowing that darkness cannot kill light, but light can kill darkness.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend [overcome] it. -John 1:1-5 (NKJV)
“My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness.”
The words in this popular hymn never fail to weaken my knees, and fill me with such adoration for my Savior. My hope of eternity with the Lord is built on nothing less than the shed blood of Jesus, and His righteousness. When I think of this, I am reminded of how filthy the righteousness I think I have is, as it says in Isaiah:
I am the last person that should be writing on this subject. Someone who is not a mother writing about mothers; she must be crazy. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I am not here to tell you what you should and shouldn’t be doing, but rather encourage you, and hopefully if the Lord wills, show you that you really do have a great calling.
I grew up thinking that by the time I was the age that I am I would have a home filled with little ones. It was always my one and only desire; to grow up, marry, and be a mom. I still have the desire to marry, and be a mother, but the Lord has been very gracious to show me contentment without marriage and children (a subject I am hoping to expound upon as the Lord guides), and He has chosen to bless my siblings with children that I truly see as a blessing in my life. The Lord may not have given me my own, but He has placed little ones all around me to love on, and for that I am truly grateful.