Christian parenting is something I experienced since birth.
I was born to Christian parents. I had the kind of life that most anyone would desire. My parents weren’t wealthy, but they were comfortable. They loved me and loved each other. I was protected and cared for. When my mama would take me to the pediatrician when I was little, she would tell him that I was spoiled rotten. He always replied, “She’s just loved.” I was. Yes, I was loved. And yes, I was spoiled rotten.
I joke that my parents stopped by the church on the way home from the hospital when I was born to show me where I would spend half my life growing up. My parents took me to church every Sunday morning and evening. We went to church on Wednesday’s and if there was any other reason to go to church any other day of the week, we were there.
Choir was a part of life. I sang in the children’s choir and in the youth choir. When I was in junior high school, our youth choir performed a choir concert. It was a major event so we spent a great deal of time practicing.
When my first child was born, I would sing those choir concert songs to her. They were deeply imbedded in my memory and seemed to be what would come out when I sang. This past week I was rocking my first and only grandbaby to sleep. I sang those same songs that I had learned nearly four decades ago.
As I sang, I thought about the Christian parenting that had set my foundation. Christian parenting gave me a heritage and made a huge difference for me. Because there was a day when the Christian parenting I had received was tested. Through a series of painful circumstances and bad decisions as a teenager, I left behind their Christian parenting and ventured off on my own. A decade plus went by. Bad decisions that opposed the Christian parenting I had known had taken me down a path far from my best life.
While singing the choir concert songs to my granddaughter, I realized the Christian parenting had never left me. I know the reality of Proverbs 22:6 because I am a living testament to the truth of it.
Train a child in the way he should go,
and when he is old he will not turn from it.
There was a day when I turned back to the Christian parenting that had shaped my young life. Then I parented my children based on those same principles I was raised on. Now my oldest daughter and her husband have begun Christian parenting my precious granddaughter.
Christian parenting passes down and leaves behind a powerful heritage of faith.
It cannot be shaken. You can’t out run it. You can’t snuff the life out of the deep roots of Christian parenting.
This being the week of Thanksgiving, I have been thinking about the things I am most thankful for. Christian parenting is at the top of my list. What a blessing to have parents who loved me and loved Jesus. That gift was given to me from my very first breath.
If you too can attest to the powerful heritage given by Christian parenting, join me in my prayer of thanksgiving.
Dear Heavenly Daddy,
Thank You so much for giving me my parents. Thank You for the love You showed me through them and the love they had for me. Thank You for the unwavering foundation of truth they set in my life. Thank you that the same affect that Christian parenting had in my life will be realized in my children and my grandchildren’s lives. What a gift! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! In Jesus name, Amen!