Saturday, February 25, 2012

Failure or Future?

Every single day I fail.  Every single day I fail my children, my husband, in my walk with God. 

Thank goodness I am no longer required to give sacrifices like they did in the Old Testament.  I would be at the altar so frequently, I wouldn't have time for anything else.  I'm so thankful I have Jesus' grace in my life.

I wanted to share the devotion I was sent yesterday with the other homeschooling families out there.  Not that this devotional isn't good for all parents, it is.  It's just that when you are home ALL DAY with your children, they see it all.  The good, bad, and ugly. 

We are supposed to set examples for our children that they can follow.  I want my children to look back someday and remember that their mom didn't just say to read the Bible, study, and pray, but she did it.  A mom who didn't just ask them to exhibit the fruit of the Spirit.  She did it. A mom who didn't just tell them to feed the hungry and serve the least of these.  She did it.  

Even though I will fail daily, the point is for my children to see that even when they fail, they can ask for forgiveness (which I do) and move on.  Keep trying.  Sanctification is an ongoing process.  It won't end until we leave this earth.  In the meantime, I want to be a witness to my children.

The time is coming when my children have to claim their faith in Jesus as their own.  I can't do it for them.  They will question whether what Christ did for them is real.  I want them to remember parents who walked the walk and didn't just talk the talk.  I want them to see Christ is their only future. 

"His mother made him a little coat.1 Sam. ii. 19.
WHAT happy work it was! Those nimble fingers flew along the seams, because love inspired them. All her woman's art and wit were put into the garment, her one idea and ambition being to make something which should be not only useful, but becoming. Not mothers only, but fathers, are always making little coats for their children, which they wear Iong years after a material fabric would have become worn out. How many men and women are wearing today the coats which their parents cut out and made for them long years ago!
Habits are the vesture of the soul. The Apostle bade his converts put off the old man, "which is corrupt, according to the deceitful lusts," and to put on the new man, "which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness"; to put off anger, wrath, and malice, whilst they put on mercy, humility, and meekness. What words could better establish the fact that habits are (as the name indicates) the clothing of the inner life! Where and how are habits formed? Not in the mid‑passage of life, but at its dawn; not in great crises, but in daily circumstances; not in life's arena, but in the home, amid the surroundings of earliest childhood. Oh that the spotless robe of Christ's righteousness may ever be exhibited before those with whom we daily come in contact!
By their behaviour to each other and to their children; by the ordering of the home‑life; by their actions, more than by their words; by the way in which they speak, and spend their leisure hours, and pray ‑‑ men and women are making the little coats which, for better or worse, their children wear ever after, and perhaps pass down to after generations."

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