Become Like Little Children

Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Matthew 18:3

Today, our church held a collaborative prayer service with another local church. It was quite an amazing morning, but I’m not going go into too much detail about that. What I do want to share is how my oldest daughter took to the service.

Obviously, last night was a late night for a lot of people, but it was especially late for a certain three-year-old in my house. She somehow forced herself to stay up until {almost} midnight and was in no particular mood to pull her lazy behind out of bed this morning. So, my five-year-old and I decided to head out to church on our own since I had to be there early to set up a few of the prayer rooms.

We got there early and got all our duties taken care of. She was a big help and behaved really well for the hour before brunch started. Since there was no childcare for the brunch or service for older kids, she was pleased as punch to be able to stay with me.

The music started and Pumpkin looked around at everyone singing together with a look of joy and amazement in her eyes. She saw how everyone else was worshiping and took her cues from the congregation.

{I wish I had gotten a picture to go with this next part, but iPhone photos taken during worship seemed a bit rude, so I refrained.} 

I looked to my right during Everlasting God to see my five-year-old with her eyes closed (peeking every once in a while at those around her), singing her heart out (or at least trying to keep up) and lifting her hands to the sky in worship.

My heart nearly exploded from all the love and adoration that welled up inside me at that moment. Right then, I felt like maybe my parenting wasn’t so bad and I was getting her exposed to God in the right way.

As a matter of fact, I was sure of it.

Having my children active in the Church and exposed to God and being completely open with them about our Savior has been the greatest blessing of my life.

Now, if I could just learn to worship like little children – with reckless abandon, no shame, completely open and honest with myself and with God. Instead of caring what others around me might think of how I sing, pray and worship, I need to focus on God and if my worship is bringing glory to HIM.

This verse is worth repeating:

Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Matthew 18:3

Faithfully Parenting {Guest Post from The Momma Bird}

Hello Lindsay Blogs readers! I’m Michelle and I write over at The Momma Bird. I blog about life, parenting, being a military spouse, my faith, and I occasionally throw in a little vlog to lighten things up. I’d love for you to stop by and say hello, as I LOVE meeting fellow bloggers!

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Parenting is the hardest job I have EVER had – and I used to TEACH! Who knew that being able to teach a class of 25 students would be easier than raising 2 little boys! When we moved to England last year and I became a SAHM I thought I very well might go insane. I told my husband every day that I just didn’t think I was cut out to stay at home. I was stressed out, tired, and was at my whits end.

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I made sure the house was in a decent state, dinners were made each evening, the kids were clean & fed, and that I actually got a shower. We were in a new place a new COUNTRY! I didn’t have friends or family nearby, but that was okay because I am used to moving. But there was something missing.

I was missing my quiet time with God.

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I started reading my Bible again. Having prayer time. Enjoying my devotions. My mood changed. My parenting changed. I became more patient, kind, and loving. I began watching how I would react to my children and started spending more quality time with them. Each night we would say our prayers and thank Jesus for all that He has done for us that day.

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Parenting is tough. How parents do it without the support God is beyond me. He gives me strength when I don’t think I have any left. He calms me when I am about to lose my cool. And He is always there for me day or night.

How do you get through this job of parenting? What keeps you level headed?

High Expectations {Guest Post}

You know, I got this request from a girl who wanted to guest post for me. I went to check out her site and found some really amazing writing that made me take a long hard look at myself and how I live my faith. Imagine my surprise when I went to the About the Author page on A Heart for My Shepherd and found that the girl that had emailed me and the girl making me think long and hard about life and its meaning was sixteen years old.

So, when she asked me what I wanted her to guest post about it was a pretty big no-brainer. I wanted her to write about how she turned out to be such a God-loving and well-rounded teenager.

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It’s an interesting thing to be a pastor’s kid. Mostly because my supposed reputation precedes me. They say pk’s are the worst of them all, you know. Some people even give me strange looks when I tell them my father is a pastor, as if they’re making a mental note to “watch out for that one.” But many soon learn that when it comes to my brothers and me, we’re not what you might call your “typical preacher’s kids.” Or at least, that’s what everyone tells us.

I suppose part of it has been growing up home schooled, where studying biblical theology as a part of your everyday school work isn’t much of an oddity. Yet it isn’t simply the books that have influenced me to be the person that I am today. If I really had to give someone a good, solid reason for my outlook on life, the first one that comes to mind would be my parents.

Besides a ton of prayer, there really isn’t one specific aspect of my parent’s methods that can be singled out and labeled as the answer. I honestly believe that it has more to do with a lot of little things, rather than one big one. And since I should probably refrain from writing an entire book here (hehehe), I can’t possibly share it all.

But with so many things that could be explained, what do I say? First off, I need to make sure you understand one simple thing: my parents aren’t perfect. Oh, and while we’re at it, neither am I! This is important to keep in mind. First, because it gives you the realization that we’re all fallen human beings here and it’s only by the grace of God that we can succeed in anything. And second, because if you did believe that I was perfect, one of my brothers would probably feel the need to persuade you that I’m not… and let me tell you, they have lots of stories!

So with that said, there is one thing that impresses me the most about my parent’s views on rearing my brothers and me, and here it is:

They Have High Expectations

My parents have always had high expectations for us. I don’t mean that they demanded we be geniuses or star athletes, but that they have always expected us to do our best to practice the faith that we profess. As each of us entered the “dreaded teen years,” it was made clear that just because something is considered normal, doesn’t make it right.

Now don’t get me wrong, they well understand the many struggles that are unique to this period of life, but they don’t let that define us. While the world expects us to be authority-rejecting, self-absorbed teenagers, our parents expect us to learn to use God’s word as a guide for our actions and rely on His help in becoming God-honoring young adults.

And true, I don’t always live up to those expectations (I already told you I’m not perfect), but overall it has changed the way that I see myself in this world. I don’t want to waste my teen years simply because it’s the normal thing to do. With the realization that I can’t ever have these years back, it seems a shame to watch them slide down the drain of vain pursuit and do nothing about it.

So when people tell me I’m “different from your average teenager,” I smile and thank God for the conviction and strength to be that way – not to mention His many blessings. I don’t deserve the parents that I have and I certainly don’t deserve the outlook He has gifted me with. All is the result of His abundant grace and love and without Him, I’m simply hopeless, helpless, fallen me. But with Him, I can be an example to those around me and encourage other teens to strive after difference for their Savior.

“Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity.” -1 Timothy 4:12

A Million Other Things

Of course, there are a million other things that have shaped me into the person that I am today. Between the Word of God and the work of His Spirit, the wisdom of my parents and the many people who encourage me – not to mention the trials that have shaped and molded my heart – I am overwhelmed with thankfulness for the blessings that I have and I anxiously await what the Lord has planned for my future.

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