Missing the Boat

Nothing grabs my attention like a post such as this. The gravity of it, just as it is defined as that extreme or alarming importance. I remember when Christopher was a toddler, it dawned on me that as I was teaching him to point at his eyes, nose, mouth and we sang songs of farm animals and what they said, I had not really spoke to him of God, or His son Jesus or that love that was so very important to know. He was probably two. Sure, we said prayers at bedtime, the exact same prayers my mom had said with me, but the rest of the day not one mention. We did not have a church home but Chris and I loved the Lord, we had given our hearts to Jesus, been baptized and we gave Him credit ‘were credit was due’ but honestly that was the extent of it.

I have since that day, with the leadership and guidance of the Holy Spirit and my Godly husband, purposed that our boys have a real and personal exposure to a walk with Jesus. A full time seeking, and messing up, and repentant relationship with the one true God. The childhood’s both Chris and I had are so very different from what our boys have experienced. They are different teenagers than Chris and I were because of it.

Oddly it is never a routine that is easy to keep at or take for granted, it has to be purposed in your heart, it has to be always an outward display of an inward change or one might become stagnant or a bad witness. I don’t want complacency or staleness to creep in to our home and the relationships we are all cultivating with God. The older and more independent they get, the bigger the upcoming stakes and mistakes and the more chance for the devil to talk them off that boat.

This school year my hope and prayer as the boy’s teacher and proctor is to be in a constant state of re-focusing our plans, activities, and lessons each day to God’s plans, activities, and lessons for their current and future relationship with Him. They are my most important mission right now and if I have a breath left in my body, or even a snap and point left in my hand, they will not miss that boat.

Thank you God for the Holy Spirit that guides us, Your word that teaches us, and Your salvation and grace that restores us new again and again. Thank you too for the blessing of a new homeschool year and this community of believers you have planted our family firmly in. Amen

Published by rebeccawilson

I believe in the God of the Bible and that Jesus is His Son who died on the cross at Calvary for the sins of the world. This free gift is for you and for me, if we accept that fact by faith and strive daily to follow His Living Word that is the same today, yesterday, and forever. Also, for the record, I love my boyfriend whom I have been married to for going on 18 years. We have two boys that are both in high school, which is taught at home by yours truly. Cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, goats, turkeys, squirrels, chipmunks, peacocks, song birds, coyotes, raccoons, opossums, all call our yard home and I have a story about all of them. I am originally from Kentucky, with deep roots in Eastern Kentucky's Appalachian Mountains. I grew up in a working class suburb of Lexington, Kentucky. I am married to a quiet feller from Birmingham, Alabama. We met in Tampa, FL, married, had two kids and moved to California. From there we landed in Alabama for a few years and then by the providence of God we moved to our little piece of heaven in Georgia where we live in a white house, on a little hill, in the rocky foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I have some things I think I might want to write that maybe someone might want to read... mostly stories and experiences of my own and a few I can relay from second hand knowledge but none with great confidence, pride, or true story telling ability, just overthought ramblings that I quickly need to capture before I forget.

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