We’re having our sweet girl dedicated the day before she turns one this month. I can’t even begin to tell you the emotions that I’ll be going through that day, since we’re also having her first birthday party that afternoon.
I’m currently on the hunt for the best waterproof mascara ever made.
Our church requires parents who are having their babes dedicated to attend a class beforehand. I have to be honest and tell you that I was not looking forward to this class. My husband was out of town, so I had to go solo, and since having my little girl I’ve become super introverted. I was beyond uncomfortable. Say it with me u-n-comfortable.
I put on my mama pants and went. And don’t you know God used that class to teach me a little something. Funny how that works out.
The woman giving the class started going over the logistics and why we dedicate our babies versus baptize. Then she said this simple and beautiful sentence, “This dedication is almost more for you, the parents. It’s a moment for you to say to God that you’re going to raise this child up in Him. Showing them the love of Jesus and a life that is worthy of Him. So when it’s time, they will naturally come to know Him and be saved.”
I couldn’t get the word naturally out of my head.
We need to raise up our babies so that they see us living a life style worthy of the Lord and they’ll naturally come to know Him too.
As a parent, it’s my job to raise my children up in the way of the Lord. But I have got to first know that I am on display 100% of the time to them. If I’m not living a life like Jesus….how can I expect them to do the same? If I’m quick to anger, and use my words to tear them (or my husband) down, how is that being like Christ? If I don’t make church a priority, how can I ever expect them to do the same?
“Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” Ephesians 5:1-2
I pray my children will come to know Jesus at a much younger age than I did. I want them to see my life (and my husbands life) and know that there’s something we have that they desperately want and need. I don’t want to harp on them about it. I don’t want to daily tell them they “have to be saved.”
I want them to know by the way I do life, that I have Jesus in my heart, and that they want that too. That there’s something about the joy in my heart that they need too.
As a mother, I don’t ever want them to think this is a decision they have to make. That there’s a set of rules they have to follow, or a big Guy up there that will do something bad if they mess up.
I want them to know how much Jesus loves them, and I can show them that just by how I live my life.