Bringing My Children To Christ

Once I came to Christ, of course my focus turned towards bringing my children to Christ as well!

Save their little souls so I could live out all eternity with them by my side in heaven!

What mother wouldn’t want that?

I came to Christ by way of free movie tickets to The Passion of the Christ- which you can read more about here:

https://personofhonor.com/uncategorized/bringing-my-fiance-to-christ/

At that time, my children were fifteen and eleven.

I was sure once I told them about God, they would jump on my bandwagon and become the greatest little Christian soldiers there ever was!

Boy was I wrong.

As soon as I made my announcement that we were going to church on Sunday, my little angels attempted to burn down my bandwagon and became Satan’s soldiers with orders to make my life hell! (Can I say that?)

And…

Let me tell you what good little soldiers they were!

When I first announced that we “Now love God!” and would be worshipping Him every Sunday, (how else could I go about bringing my children to Christ?)

My daughter asked a very legitimate question;

“If God is so important, where has He been all my life?”

I answered my daughter’s question, not with empathy or understanding that I was changing the rules without a shred of explanation, not with scriptures that could explain it, or after having asked God for guidance.

No… I answered her with the age old go-to answer every mother knows and loves;

“Because I said so, that’s why!”

Sidenote: I think this is why God says to:

http://Proverbs 22:6 (train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.)

Had I done that, I wouldn’t have had the battles with my children that I had to face every Sunday…

For A LOT of Sundays.

In my defense, I couldn’t comprehend how they didn’t understand that I was saving their souls from the firery pits of hell!

After all…

I was bringing (via dragging them kicking and screaming) my children to Christ!

That this was the right way, the ONLY way I could ensure that they would be with me forever!

Didn’t they want to be with me forever???

Which led me to the battles I referenced previously…

Every Sunday I heard;

  • “I can’t go to church, I can’t find my other shoe”
  • “I don’t have any clean clothes!”
  • “Dad doesn’t have to go, why do I?” (They called my fiance “dad”.)

Did I respond with love?

With kindness?

With understanding?

With patience?

Did I respond in any way that could be considered honoring to God?

No!

I responded by screaming at them, cursing at them to “get your behinds in the car now!” (I didn’t use the word “behinds”.)

It got so bad, that I let them stay home one Sunday.

I thought; “They don’t deserve to be in the presence of God anyways, not with their bad attitudes!”

When I showed up at church without my children in tow.

My Pastor, Pastor Jeff told me that it was my responsibility to get them to church, regardless of their attitudes once there, or the battles I had to fight in order to get them there.

I’m not going to lie, my motivation for re-entering the fight had to do more with not wanting to get into trouble with God then saving their souls at that point.

(Yes, I’m ashamed.)

Round Two: I regrouped, dug in, and took their little butts to church from then on out!

Mind you, this was also the time Satan employed other strategies to discourage me from going to church;

  • ushering my children out the door for church only to see a flat tire
  • Satan whispering to me why was I giving up one of my two allotted days to sleep in, I was fighting with my fiance, with my kids…life was not fun.

I FINALLY called out to God and asked Him to help me, to strengthen me and to make me more dependent on Him, than on my own abilities to fight off Satan.

(I was losing that fight and I was desperate!)

Things settled down on Sundays at the then-Jett residence.

Thank You God! And, I am happy to say that nearly twenty years later, both my children have accepted Christ as their Lord and Savior.

Hallelujah!!!!

My AMAZING children of God!

Person of Honor

Hi! I'm Raynee. I am a Christian, a licensed professional counselor, a wife to a husband I do not deserve-cause he's so wonderful, a mother of two amazing adult children I couldn't be more proud of, and a grandmother AKA Mimi of seven absolutely adorable grandbabies. I am also an Optivia coach, a writer, a speaker, and most importantly (second to being a Christian that is) I am a woman of integrity and honor.

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