I am deeply honored today to share with you a post from my friend Emily Wierenga. Emily’s writing is at times ethereal and at times heartbreaking, but always true, and it serves to nudge the reader toward a quiet heart, eyes open to the subtle beauty around us. She is among the most honest writers and tender souls I know. Today she shares with us about showing our children the love of Jesus.
We’re sitting at the dinner table, his food untouched and him asking “down,” our two-year-old son and we haven’t read the Bible yet.
He wants down from the table and we haven’t read the Bible but no amount of forcing him to sit on a hard wooden chair is going to make him believe, and so we let him down. We let him down to play while we read the story anyway, the story about Jesus, and all I can hope is that the beauty reaches him down where he’s playing on the hardwood floor.
The beauty of a God who desperately loves, who loves ridiculously, who runs the driveway to meet a son who insulted him, who dies for a world that mocks him, who abandons the 99 sheep for the one, and none of it makes sense. Because it’s grace.
And so, I try to parent in a way that doesn’t make sense. I try to choose gentleness when anger would be easier. I try to hug my boys a thousand times a day and to tell them they’re special even after they’ve spilled beet juice across the kitchen floor, and I keep
applauding, keep apologizing, keep adoring, even though the Backyardigans are stuck in my head as I try to sleep.
Because it’s grace, in the end, that prays over our children when we can’t find the words. It’s grace that speaks the story of Jesus to the boy on the floor playing toys. It’s grace that will find our children on their death bed and convince them of the truth as they’re
longing for heaven. And it’s grace that helps me to breathe when I’m afraid I will break, for the heavy of it all. For the needing my son to know Jesus more than anything else on earth.
And be sure to stop by tomorrow to hear more from Melanie about the birth of her first child and preparing to place her in the arms of adoptive parents.
Thanks, as always, for reading.