As much as my kids drive me crazy, wear me down, express their strong will, and pick at their food... I have to say, they are pretty cool kids.
Yesterday we were driving home after I had dropped off an article to my mom about a young girl who was recently killed in a tragic accident.
My six year old, hearing the whole conversation, asked me, "Mommy, why did she die?" I told him a little bit about what happened. He said that he hoped that doesn't happen to him. I told him it was very sad but that the girl had Jesus in her heart so right now she is in heaven.
"Mommy, where do people go if they don't have Jesus in their heart?" he asked.
I explained to him that people who don't have Jesus in their heart when they die go to a place called Hell and that there is fire there and it's not a very nice place.
He said, "Mommy, I'm glad I have Jesus in my heart so I don't have to go to that place with fire and I can go to Heaven instead." Then he continued, "Mommy, how do I know that I'm going to heaven?"
We talked about John 3:16 as we pulled into our driveway. I told both boys, lets go inside and look up in our Bibles how we can be sure that we are going to heaven when we ask Jesus into our hearts.
I read to them, and they recited along as much as they could remember, "For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
"Mommy, that's the verse I said in Sparks this week!" my six year old exclaimed, excitedly.
We also read 1 John 5:12-13, "Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life. I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know you have eternal life."
We talked about how some of our friends don't have Jesus in their hearts and that's why we have to tell them how much God loves them because He wants everyone to ask Him into their hearts because He doesn't want anyone to have to go to Hell.
I've felt very worn and weary recently trying to keep up with everything and trying to raise two responsible boys who love Jesus and others. There are days when I feel like I'm not doing a very good job at it and can't wait until bedtime or for someone to come help me.
Then there are times like these when, in their childhood innocence, I get a glimpse of what it's all about being a mom anyway. I love when they ask questions and we talk about Jesus. I remember that my children are a gift that somehow God has seen fit to allow me to be their mommy.