Our first big morning together was mad. Team members were in and out of our house, Asher received a swift hit to the head with a hurling stick, and I threw every single piece of fruit, meat and dairy on the table in hopes it would suffice jet-lagged bellies. The four of us drank the coffee pot dry within minutes and we were still in pajamas late into the morning, but that didn't matter at all.
Instead, what mattered most to me was this young couple from Kansas City who walked a short stretch of life with us, now sitting in our Irish kitchen. In those years, while we grew closer together and to Jesus, my kids witnessed it all. We broke the bread with them, a child by my side swaying to the words sung by these sweet friends.
"This is Christ's body, broken for you, Jack."
"Thanks, Mom," he said.
That was the year he was baptized, the year after we returned home to Kansas, the year before we came back here. In a backyard pool, with friends who so quickly became like family, he was raised into new life. Water dripping down, no longer afraid.
This assignment scared me because I know I'm no good at it.
Ways to help your kids grow in faith? Heck if I know!
The best I know how to do is live my faith in front of them, even the hard bits, especially the doubt bits. I can only work it out, aloud and in view, and let them walk along with me to the other side.
But the most important thing I did wasn't my doing at all. Half-heartedly, with fear and no small amount of trepidation, introducing them to a tiny, tight-knit community that did likewise? It was the best (beautiful, heart-achingly fleeting, and inspired) spiritual decision we ever made as a family in need of a little more faith.
PS - Check out last week's article on Scripture for Back to School with verses for parents, teachers, kids and homeschoolers.