One of the things I love about homeschooling: all of the teachable moments we have.
One day, while we were talking about the Pledge of Allegiance, I was able to launch into a beautiful discussion about what it means to "pledge" yourself to something and how important it is to really know and think about what that means. It was amazing to watch the little light bulbs go on above the boys' heads as we talked about each word of the Pledge of Allegiance and how serious one should take those words. Even more amazing was how the conversation segued into talking about our liberties here in this country and how we all must be willing to stand up for them, even if we have to stand alone.
I stressed to them that they will be called on at different times in their lives to stand for different things and they may have to stand alone. I stressed how they need to be committed to those things and not be afraid to speak the Truth.
What started out as a 15 minute lesson on the Pledge turned into one of the most out-of-this-world conversations that finished with my 7 year old son asking Jesus into his heart.
It doesn't get any better than that.
And then the other day, when three of my kids came to me in gang-like formation to tattle on each other, I launched into my typical "we must treat each other nicely and with respect" lecture.
One thing led to another and the next thing I know I'm explaining to them, again, how Jesus loves everyone and He died for everyone's sins; even the people who didn't like Him.
I started telling them about how He was beaten until bone was visible, whipped, tormented, made fun of, spit on, and humiliated by being hung on a cross, naked in front of a crowd.
And before I knew it, I was bawling. I could barely talk because I was filled with so much emotion. It's a story I have heard and even told countless times...but for some reason, in that moment, sitting in the kitchen with 3 of my babies looking at me all wide-eyed, it hit me with such force.
And pardon me while I get all "church-y" up in here.
Jesus is real.
He was a person like you and me.
He had flesh and blood and bad breath.
He felt pain and humiliation.
He felt fear and apprehension.
He felt the whips and the thorns and the nails.
And He did it all for us.
He didn't have to submit Himself to any of that, but He chose to so that you and I would never have to pay the consequences of our sins.
As a kid, I used to think God was pretty pathetic to make His own son die. I couldn't understand how God giving His Son showed His love for me.
As I got older, I began to realize that children open a wound in your heart that nothing will mend.
And looking into my children's beautiful, little, round faces with eyes as big as saucers, listening to me talk...I totally got it.
If you have children, you'll know what I mean when I say there is nothing I won't go through to spare my children. I would sacrifice myself in a heartbeat to keep them from anything painful or unpleasant.
Knowing that immeasurable love for my children gives me a glimpse into God's love for us.
And it totally blows me away.
Do you realize that love?
Have you ever really thought about that day over 2000 years ago when Jesus was dragged through town like a side-show? When He was beaten and humiliated? For you?
Have you ever longed for someone to love you completely and wholly, for exactly who you are and where you are? No matter what you've done?
Are you looking for someone who will
Run to Him.
"Every person the Father gives to me eventually comes running to me. And once that person is with me, I hold on and don't let go." (John 6:37, MSG)