Sometimes in the middle of raising three children, I stop and think how easy my parents had it bringing up just one. I’m mean, it was always two adults to one child. How hard could it have been taking me to my weekly gymnastics that I quit as soon as I started? Just one kid. And, a sweet, compliant one at that. It’s my blog, I can lie if I want to.
It’s not the easiest making sure we invest into each of our children in a way we feel is “enough.” As a matter of fact, we rarely think it’s enough. We just trust that God has given us everything we need to accomplish everything we need to as parents. And, we trust His grace to take care of the rest. ‘Cause you know….I have one shot at this parenting thing.
One shot at making sure this tender heart stays tender, so he can be the face of Christ to those who need Him.
One shot at showing this smart girl how there are no limits to what her determined, fun spirit can do when it is submitted to His Spirit.
One shot at teaching this fearless, wild at heart, (sometimes spoiled) kid three that God wants to use His adventurous heart for His Kingdom.
One shot. That’s it.
I don’t remember all of the extra-curricular stuff my parents made time for. But, I do remember the life experiences they turned into discipleship opportunities. I do remember God always being the center of every single decision. And, I remember looking at my parents so many times and seeing what the love of Christ looks like.
I hope that’s what my three remember. I hope they remember Jesus in our house.
And, maybe when they are thirty-six years old sitting around a lunch table with Kris and I, they will still be amazed at the amount of Jesus pouring from our lives.
Just like my parents continue to amaze me. Even if they did only have one kid.