Faith Passed Down

Somethings in life are automatic and genetic, like my kids' eye sight issues; yet, other things must be taught to be passed down.

I feel my responsibility as a mother is to teach my children. I am the one who needs to teach them how to read, tie their shoes, have manners, a good character, and most importantly, how to have a relationship with God and love others

Wow. That's a lot.

And I am just a stay at home mom. I doubt I could do any of that. I have 4 young kids and barely even get out of the house. Everyday, I am just doing laundry, dishes, wiping butts, getting too little of sleep, cleaning my house, trying to homeschool and then get in a few minutes of time to be a wife to my husband.

I start to doubt that any of these things, the mundane, even matter in the big picture.

How could I possibly be impacting the Kingdom? What am I doing to love others?

In this season of life of littles, I may not be able to volunteer in the community as much as I would like or give as much money or time that someday I hope to be able to. I may not even be around very many people. But I am making a difference. I am teaching my kids by being an example and modeling how to love Christ and others.

Whenever I start to doubt and wonder if what I am doing each and every day with these kiddos even matters if it will make a difference, I go to my Bible and read these words:

"I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother.. and your mother... And I know that same faith continues strong in you." 2 Timothy 1:5

Paul was writing a letter to his dear friend Timothy to encourage him. And all these hundreds of years later I find encouragement in his words.

Every day is an investment into my children's lives. They will see my faith and my relationship with God. They will learn from seeing me serve my family, read my Bible, hearing me pray, and love my husband. And my hope is they will get to know their God in a relationship of their own. And that my genuine faith will be passed down and continue strong in each of them.

I am making a difference, an eternal difference by loving and serving my family, teaching my kids, and supporting, encouraging, and helping my husband.

I am raising kids who will impact the Kingdom and the lives of those around them for the rest of their lives.

So moms, when doubt creeps in and we are cleaning the dishes after another meal made or folding yet another load of laundry remember we are serving our families, loving our children, and we are impacting our mission field right where God put us. We are making a difference and passing down our genuine faith to our children. It matters. You matter.