What I have Learned Raising his Kids

My daughter slipped past the kids craft and stepped into the Ash Wednesday experience set up for adults.

She knows her faith, she owns it and celebrates it. There was a time when I looked toward a bleak future of raising children who might discard Jesus like their daddy had. I once feared that my control was gone, and my children would suffer the spiritual bankruptcy their father wholeheartedly embraced.

I was right about one thing.

My control was gone. Always had been, really.

I have no control...over any of it.

Faith is between their hearts and God. All I can do is plant the seeds and open doors, but they must experience the growth and walk through on their own.

And, having relinquished my grip, I am amazed at her 9 year old faith, growing from the seeds planted, through the doors opened.

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