WISH I HAD MY CHILDREN BACK

"The fear of contamination has led people to believe that only what someone else has clearly labeled Christian is safe."

Gladys Hunt
Honey For A Child's Heart
Zondervan Publishing  1969, 1978, 1989
p. 17

How I wish I had my kids back! We would read more Suess and silly authors, for sure. We'd read books about Varooming trucks and courageous girls. We'd read books with incredible art; my goodness, they abound!

Where did I, a first-generation Christian, get the idea that everything (I mean everything!) had to be coloured, framed, and saturated with Jesus? Maybe because Jesus wasn't really a part of my life until my early twenties; and I so wanted my children to know Him sooner. Maybe because, as a young Christian, I and so many others were sure Jesus would return for His Bride any day! Maybe even before my children went to half-day kindergarten. 

I lived in a generation, or an environment, where satan was more interested in our children; and evidently more powerful than the God who created them. How ridiculous is that? Discernment is not overrated. Fear--a whole 'nother matter.

We had fun times with our children, but oh how I wish I had them back to read fun stories to.

EverGrowing,
Lonnie