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There is nothing more dear to my heart than my children learning to love God and fear Him. I know that this desire is Godly, but I also know that my desire for my kids to love God can easily become an idol. I keep that thought in mind as I write this.
I have been a professional teacher for the past 10 years. I have spent significant amounts of time around kids from Kindergarten to 12th grade. However, most of that time has been spent with kids who are 10 to 14 years old. One thing I have noticed is that most parents expect that their children will be somewhat rebellious and that their relationship with them will have conflict during this age. Both children and parents have accepted this. For certain, they(both parent and child) do not expect to accomplish anything great during the teen years. This morning I read this in Psalm 144:12

"May our sons in their youth
be like plants full grown,
our daughters like pillars
cut for the structure of a palace;"

The Lord hit me with this: It is POSSIBLE for my sons to be lovers of God and fishers of men in their youth. Right now, I look at them and say, "How is it possible God?" I want it for them so bad. Verse 15 of the same Psalm says:

"Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!"

God reminded me that He is a good God. He is able to save my sons, set them apart, and use them for His Kingdom even when they're young. The flip side of this is that I have a responsibility. Proverbs 1:8 says

"Hear, my son, your father's instruction,
and forsake not your mother's
teaching,"

The verse is directed to sons, but it assumes that fathers and mothers are instructing and teaching. I know that I must be diligent to teach the Word of God to my sons and live out the Mission in front of them. This reminds of me of Philippians where Paul says to "work out your salvation with fear and trembling....for it is God who works in you." I have a big task in front of me, but I also have a bigger GOD behind me.

Travis