“Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.”
It was at the moment I became a mother that I knew something had been planted in me from my birth, and the planting was intentional. Seeds had been sewn, and those seeds were full of faith.
For me, all I knew and that surrounded me as a young child was faith. And not just any faith, but one that originated from joy and hardships and parents and grandparents who cultivated it. My family embodied (and still does) Colossians 2:8. I sense some eye rolls, but REALLY, they did! Of course no family is perfect, and I think when you reach adolescence the rose-colored glasses come off. Imperfections and the awareness that all things are not as rosy as once believed can come to the surface. I think this awareness is one thing I fear most in being a mother. When will my children see me for who I really am? See my flaws, my mistakes, the holes in my faith and each and every shortcoming?
There is something my parents did quite often when I was young and still do to this day. Something that I try to emulate for my kids….but often fail miserably. My parents admitted when they were wrong. They said they were sorry and asked for forgiveness. They prayed IN FRONT OF ME when they were worried or had a big decision to make. They TALKED about those answered prayers and how our prayers are heard when we lift them up. I now think my parents brought their flaws to light just to give God the glory in the restoration of it all. And, I SAW. I saw they had faith because they showed me in a tangible way what they leaned on when things were not perfect.
These humble acts of openness showed me where my parents were rooted. They showed me the truth that we are all sinners saved by a sweet Savior who loves us no matter what our flaws are, no matter what we fear, and no matter what mistakes we make.
In the moment I became a mother, I knew I had a legacy to uphold. I want to be joyfully rooted in my faith, and I want my children to see that God restores my imperfections, and gets all the glory for that. I want them to see the holes in my faith, so when they discover holes in their faith, they will know it’s OKAY! It is a raw journey for me, but I will always “overflow with thankfulness” that my family paved a firm path for me to follow.