They are a gift.

I sat on the bus.  Ear phones in quiet as Tehillah-Joy snuggled up wrapped on my chest under my coat.  I was off to visit a wonderful friend who is a 50 minute bus ride away.  

You can be filled with the knowing of Gods presence even on a busy city bus.  God can share and put pieces together while you are being still while out and about surrounded by busyness.

I looked down at this baby and she slept so sound.  The Kingdom belongs to little ones such as this.  Did she know God as He formed her? Did He speak her purpose over her and did she hear His voice whisper and declare it over her?  As I wondered these things, how she slept so calm during loud conversations, busy streets and all phones ringing, I remember how God calls us into His rest during chaos.  Our world is at fast pace.  His rest is vital for our survival.  Thoughts of how our purposes are plotted out and this chubby cheeked blessing quietly dreaming right under my chin is part of mine as well as the ones at school and at home with Dad.

Its like God in a moment of pause drops the book of purposes for my life down in front of me and the page that flips open is their names and my heart pounds and along with it is a bit of anxiety creeping in.

I text my husband

"Have you ever been reminded of a purpose God has for your life and its from a slightly different angle and you realize that this job you have while some view as not enough for the Kingdom is so so vital?"

It was like God showed me:

You need to train up your kids---MY kids in My ways.  To teach them of mornings spent with Me before all else.  They are a gift.  They are not yours to ruin, they are yours to show them Me.  To know and follow My Son who is so in love with them, to let them fall in love with Him as well.  To teach them how easy it is to call out to Me in a moments notice, for everything and anything.  You are helping them with their eternity.  This is a purpose I have for you.  

I know its not just me who teaches my children the ways of Jesus.  We belong to a community who takes the young under their wings as well, showing Jesus' love and grace and shows them all things Holy.  But when God grips you so tight, taking your hand and gently shifts  you over even if its just a tad to see what you're doing at a different angle it makes me kinda scared.  Their eternity... Holy boley.

But God is love and His grace is amazing and all the times He has guided and provided I cannot count.  To teach them to trust Him I must do the same.  I must take His hand and in moments of feeling unworthy or not experienced enough, remind myself life with Jesus is not about having it all figured out but having a relationship with Him most high.  He will guide me through each moment to teach them how to let Him guide them through each moment.  He's a true teacher and friend.  To show them that is vital.  He is nessessary.  He is Life.  He has to be fully embraced and intentionally lived.