Prayer for My Children Day 23: Faith
Day 23: Faith "I pray that faith will find root and grow in my children's hearts, that by faith they may gain what has been promised to them". (Luke 17:5-6, Hebrew 11:1-40)
In my freshmen psychology 101 class I heard something that I still remember clearly. The professor was explaining Pavlov's theory and mentioned that a man came to therapy and discovered that he hated Christianity because of his negative experience growing up. Apparently, the man's parents locked him up in the closet whenever he refused to go to church as a teenager and the man vowed that he would never step a foot in the church when he grows up and can make his own decisions, thus creating a negative association. I remember thinking that I would never lock up my kids for not going to church...funny but not really because I realized that I may be locking them in a mental closet and creating negative association for them.
My values are pretty traditional and fundamental. Some may say it's because I am a Christian and legalistic. I actually don't consider myself as a legalistic person. But, I appreciate order and guidelines make me happy. I like to know how things are suppose to be. Over the years I've grown to become much more flexible and free. My kids may disagree but they should've seen me when I was younger. I had no fun. Seriously.
The summer before my first child went away to college, my mind was spinning with regrets and fear of not teaching her enough about the truth of God. My child who is already too free spirited for this conventional mom. One night she and I were watching a documentary on Katy Perry. I can't really call myself a fan of Katy Perry but what I found to be interesting was her statement. She said, "My Mom's faith, her walk with God is much different than mine. But I love God and I walk with God in my own way. It's just that her walk is different than my walk." I was shocked. I don't want to analyze her statement but what I realized at that moment was that I needed to accept the fact that there are different walks with God. My walk with God, how I came to know Christ and how I live in Christ is different than how my kids will come to know Christ, and how they will walk with God.
Sigh...it's a big risky idea. But, one that I must grasp and understand. Lots of waiting and praying. Lots of biting tongue and crying. I already failed today.
I often wonder what my one wish would be for my children. If I was in my death bed, what my last message for my kids would be? It would probably be "Know that you're loved. Walk faithfully with God." --Mom
In my freshmen psychology 101 class I heard something that I still remember clearly. The professor was explaining Pavlov's theory and mentioned that a man came to therapy and discovered that he hated Christianity because of his negative experience growing up. Apparently, the man's parents locked him up in the closet whenever he refused to go to church as a teenager and the man vowed that he would never step a foot in the church when he grows up and can make his own decisions, thus creating a negative association. I remember thinking that I would never lock up my kids for not going to church...funny but not really because I realized that I may be locking them in a mental closet and creating negative association for them.
My values are pretty traditional and fundamental. Some may say it's because I am a Christian and legalistic. I actually don't consider myself as a legalistic person. But, I appreciate order and guidelines make me happy. I like to know how things are suppose to be. Over the years I've grown to become much more flexible and free. My kids may disagree but they should've seen me when I was younger. I had no fun. Seriously.
The summer before my first child went away to college, my mind was spinning with regrets and fear of not teaching her enough about the truth of God. My child who is already too free spirited for this conventional mom. One night she and I were watching a documentary on Katy Perry. I can't really call myself a fan of Katy Perry but what I found to be interesting was her statement. She said, "My Mom's faith, her walk with God is much different than mine. But I love God and I walk with God in my own way. It's just that her walk is different than my walk." I was shocked. I don't want to analyze her statement but what I realized at that moment was that I needed to accept the fact that there are different walks with God. My walk with God, how I came to know Christ and how I live in Christ is different than how my kids will come to know Christ, and how they will walk with God.
Sigh...it's a big risky idea. But, one that I must grasp and understand. Lots of waiting and praying. Lots of biting tongue and crying. I already failed today.
I often wonder what my one wish would be for my children. If I was in my death bed, what my last message for my kids would be? It would probably be "Know that you're loved. Walk faithfully with God." --Mom
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