Now that I've ended the fall semester of college and have a long break ahead of me, I've been able to spend a lot more time with my family. I'm loving it...we all are. We're playing Wii, watching movies, going out to eat, and just enjoying each other's company. It's a much needed break for all of us.
One thing I've noticed lately is how much my husband is teaching our boys. They boys stay with him while I work. Robby pastors our church and homeschools the kids - yes, he's amazing. But he's teaching them so much more than just their school lessons. He's teaching them the Bible, life lessons, and so much more. It amazes me how he takes everyday occurances and turns them into teaching opportunities. And the boys are soaking it all in. They love it, and they remember it. I can see the impact their Daddy's teaching is making on their lives.
I was raised by my grandparents. My grandmother was a Christian, but my grandfather, who was raised in a pastor's home, walked away from God at a young age. (He is now a strong Christian - he gave his life back to God in 2003 and has never looked back.) It was hard growing up in a home where one person wasn't serving God. I can't tell you how many nights I cried and prayed for his salvation. It means so much to me that my husband is not only serving God, but leading our sons to do the same. I pray that one day I have the opportunity to see our boys pass that same heritage on their children.