Kids on the front line
If anything gets me motivated, it’s when something affects my kids. And it’s mind-bending to think of my kids on the front line of a spiritual battle, but it’s starting to make sense. Maybe my form of sticking my head in the sand (oooh, nice, warm sand!) is thinking that God just protects them; I don’t even have to ask. Oops.
This week, I was made aware of a terrible tragedy involving an 8-year-old student at my son’s school. It happened 20 years ago, but it still rattled me that it happened in the peaceful, quiet neighborhood in which I live. Now I pray over the school as I’m walking my son to class in the morning.
In coming up with a strategy for protecting my kids, I’m stumped on how to begin to talk to them about it. I want it to be a natural conversation, but I’m mindful that often things that we talk about at home get turned around a little and played back at school, or other inopportune times. And I don’t want to plant fear where now there’s only trust.
I guess I start with the basic principles, and I know that God will be faithful to meet me and help me find a way to say needs to be said. I know He’s faithful to His word. We’ll reap a harvest of blessing if we sow good seed…
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