"Place these words on your hearts. Get them deep inside you.
Tie them on your hands and foreheads as a reminder.
Teach them to your children. Talk about them wherever you are,
sitting at home or walking in the street; talk about them
from the time you get up in the morning until you fall into bed at night.
Inscribe them on the doorposts and gates of your cities
so that you'll live a long time, and your children with you,
on the soil that God promised to give your ancestors
for as long as there is a sky over the Earth."
Deuteronomy 11:18-21 (The Message)
This is where I have failed my children. I started out with great aspirations of doing this - telling my children all about God and his wonderful deeds. And then my faith took a nose-dive. I couldn't talk about God's wonderful deeds, because I wasn't seeing any wonderful deeds. My eyes were blind to them. Blinded by grief and bitterness.
I did do what I could do, however, and that was to make sure my kids made it to church and youth group. Yes, I know it's the parents' responsibility to teach our children about the Lord, but when I just couldn't do it, I HAD to rely on others to do for me what I couldn't do myself. I have been so blessed to have solid Christian believers in our lives. Those believers kept my kids on the right path and I am so incredibly grateful to all those who touched our lives during my period of darkness.
They helped me see that raising a family takes a community of believers. We all need to help each other when we're in the pit. I pray that I have helped someone else's child the way so many in my life have helped mine! So, to all my kids' youth leaders, Sunday school teachers, pastors, and friends... thank you for caring and for taking the time to shower my kids with God's love and compassion! I love you all so very, very much!