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.