My daughter has a 7th birthday approaching, so we were discussing where she wanted to have a party. Suddenly, she adamantly stated, "Mommy, I want to fly to Peru and tell people there about Jesus for my birthday!" While Chris and I are admittedly fans of missions, as I drew a sharp breath, I realized my first impulse was fear. My sweet child wanted to sacrifice her party for the sake of evangelism. (And she knew the name of another country, even!) But all I could think about was how in the world we would pay for our family to get to Peru, what terrible hygiene we would encounter, and the chances that harm might befall us.
No worries, though. Chris, aka Mr. Logistics, gave her a very thorough list as to why we can't go on a foreign mission trip to Peru in two weeks. So the eldest piped up, "Hey, my birthday is in November! We can go then!"
Even in the face of my human and well-founded fears, I smiled at the faith of my children. Of course they want to tell others about Jesus. He is the wellspring of our lives and the abundance of our joy. Why wouldn't you want to tell everyone about such a life-changing encounter? Well, just as I was glowing in the spiritual maturity of my kids, the conversation took a realistic turn, with the birthday child acquiescing, "I don't have to tell people about Jesus on my birthday. I just want to ride in an airplane."
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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