Every Gift Has a Cost
The other night as I watched my kids sleep it struck me… The thing that I have most poured myself into in life is teaching them about the Lord, with the prayer that they will accept Him as their Lord and Savior. I have worked hard at jobs, desires, and goals before but never have I so completely poured my life into something. The salvation of my kids has been a prayer since before I met them, directed EVERY decision I make for them, and occupied so many of our conversations. As I thought about this I reflected on these verses:
For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God. Eph 2:8
The wages of sin is death but, the gift of God is eternal life. Romans 6:23
These verses are referring to how I received my salvation. It was no work of my own. However, it struck me what Jesus gave for me to have salvation. He gave His own life, he took my sin, and He was separated from His Father. My salvation was only free to me. Not to Jesus and not to the people that sowed His name into my life. Let’s thank the people that spent time in prayer for us and taught us who He is so that we could experience and know Him. Let’s live a life of gratitude to Jesus for His costly gift.
Raising children is hard. Being a parent, in general, is difficult. But being a parent that seeks to raise their children to go against the grain of culture and societal norms, to seek the face of the Lord, and follow His voice over the roar of culture is down right TOUGH! It takes His Spirit renewing us each day and prayer that feels repetitive. However, now as I look at them sleeping and wonder if what I am teaching is sinking in I can stand encouraged. I am sowing into them. A farmer’s life is full of hard work and prayer. He can tell you that never once did he win an award for how well he sowed seed. However, his work provided food for many. As we sow into the hearts of our little ones we are helping to produce a food that will one day feed someone. The work can be hard but don’t lose heart. Keep plowing parents!