My first thoughts are a trip down memory lane. I go back to my small hometown in South Dakota. The older I get, the more precious the memories are. However, when I go out for a visit, I leave thinking that I could never live there again. So much has changed. No more parents. No childhood home. The main street where we shopped and enjoyed is now more or less a ghost town. New people have moved in who have no nostalgic ties. Growing up, almost 60 years ago now, I remember Sundays. Mom would ALWAYS take us to church. Dad wasn't a church-goer back then but he came to the Lord quite a few years (decades) later. It took a terminal illness to do that, but that's okay. Sometimes that's what it takes.
I don't remember Sunday meals. That's why they're important to me now. We would change our clothes and the rest of the day was ours. Mom was one of the hardest working women I knew and she was tired most of the time so I suppose that's why there weren't Sunday meals. My brothers would go out to be with their friends and I would pretty much do what came to mind (color, play with my doll, go to the park and swing).
As I got older, I continued to go to church with Mom. By then, my brothers flew the coop and were out on their own either in college or working. I keep thinking that I didn't get anything out of church back then, but as a born-again Christian now, I know that God plants seeds and even though it took a long time for those seeds to mature and grow, I owe a lot to a mom that brought me to church.
I grew up in the turbulent 60's and 70's. I wore those stupid hip huggers and a band of beads around by head. I wore things that, when I look back, I feel ashamed. And when I take that trip down memory lane it seems that the memories get jaded as I grew up. No longer a little girl I was then spiraling down into a place that wasn't good. And years went by.
Then, many years later, God reached down with His Goodness and Mercy, and changed my rebellious heart and brought me back to the church. He has planted His Word into my soul and brought about changes that has led me to life. A Bible-teaching, God-honoring church can do that. We, once again, live in turbulent times and we need moms (and dads) that will take their children to church. A long time ago now, I had a neighbor (who didn't go to church) say that she should take her kids to church once in a while so that THEY could decide whether or not to believe. And everything within me wanted to shout "YES! Please do that!" But, unfortunately she didn't.
I guess, maybe because Mother's Day is in a couple of weeks and I find myself missing my mom and my husband's mom, that I'm remembering and feeling it important enough to write about. Both women went to church. And both women took their children to church. Moms of today, I beg of you - even if your husband won't or can't - you be the one to take your children to church so that seeds can be planted within them that will mature and grow and "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22:6) And they can sing this familiar song that both young and young-at-heart can glean wisdom in it's simplicity from:
"Jesus, loves me this I know
for the Bible tells me so. Little
ones to Him belong, they are
weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
The Bible tells me so. : )
I encourage you to make Sundays special for you and your family. Put God first and everything will fall into place after that. It's not easy to live in the world these days. It's not easy to parent in the society we live in these days. God is here for us in and through it all. Find a Bible believing and teaching church that speaks truth from His word. And, please, for the sake of the children who have to grow up in this confusing world, take them too. God will touch their little hearts and plant those seeds. Now that it's Spring, it's the perfect time. : )