At fifteen, I said “yes” to Jesus under the Michigan sky. My body shivered under layers of winter gear but my heart burned.
At twenty-three, I linked my arm inside my Dad’s and walked with him to meet the man who would now kiss my life-ouchies.
At thirty-two, my dad died and at thirty-four I went from being a mother of two, to a mother of four.
All these mile-markers — the dates I remember — lead me to believe that it’s in life’s biggest moments that a change occurs. For me, and for my girls.
I want a weekend away when she’s thirteen to commemorate moving from wee thing to big girl. I want a surprise birthday party to memorialize just how much we celebrate her. I want her baptism when she’s six to be a forever flag of what she’s said yes to.
But really — it’s the minutes between the commemorative moments that shape a girl and her mama.
We didn’t talk for hours on my bed the night after when she opened up to me about the heartache of losing her biological mother. She wasn’t ready for it. But I did see her surreptitiously copy down scripture we’d read as a family that spoke to the void she’d expressed earlier in the week.
She was casual, almost flippant, about the “date” we’d been planning for weeks. But when my head was pounding with a migraine she spent an hour laying next to me, just holding my hand.
I took her on a plane — a special, surprise overnight — and she barely talks about it now. But she’s sung me a song she “wrote” every day since her little fingers composed it.
The little minutes matter.
I can’t remember what I was feeling before they creaked open the large, custom-carved wooden doors at Christ Church, to invite me down the aisle — but every Monday morning, after he’s left the house for an early prayer meeting before I wake up, my heart quickens when I see his car round the curve of our driveaway.
There is life in the minutes.
And there is life change that can happen over minutes.
We wait for the major life shifts to alter our perspective on God, all while He is inviting us — and our girls — to find Him in the thousands of minutes in between those few memorialized moments.
So, for us moms who remember what little-girl flesh is made of because some of the little-girl stuff we wrestled with at eight and eleven and thirteen still wells up inside of us, we get to give ourselves and our children the gift of inviting His Word over our minutes. It’s here — through adoration — that my girls are finding new language for God and putting His Word in their thoughts before their lives have time to oppose it. This itty-bitty habit has invited my former-orphans into a Truth that will shape how they see their story.
(And this itty bitty habit — over minutes — is what is moving me from being a worst case scenario thinker into one who is beginning to not only believe but look for His goodness in my life.)
Faith Gateway is making this guide through adoration for children, that my Lily and I wrote and illustrated together, accessible (for free, people!) for the remaining few days of this month.
Click on the image above or go here: http://www.faithgateway.com/children-adore-free-devotions-for-kids/
Along with this book is a video that tells a bit more about these minutes that are getting won back to His Word and a 30 day printable to walk through with your children.
So what if it’s mid-month? We and our daughters have minutes in between here and a natural start to a new habit that are begging to be won back to God and His Word.