Teaching my children about Christ and centering our home on Him takes constant effort. I'll go after it really hard and then life happens, I ease up, it doesn't seem as pressing and before I know it we're blown off course again. I readjust, get back on the path and keep going.
I know I can't give up. The world is too incessant in its teaching that faith is foolish and that doubt is true sophistication. Without continual efforts to shore up spiritual foundations we could all fall to the relentless tide of unbelief. I see it happening all around me. I see friends and loved ones wavering in their faith, wanting more proof, seeing faults, becoming cynical. Can't faith be simple, pure and just faith? Faith isn't something we can hold in our hand, examine, poke and prod. "Faith is NOT to have a perfect knowledge of things. . . if ye have faith ye hope for things which are not seen, which are true."
Little children are perfectly comfortable with faith. They believe all kinds of things they don't have perfect knowledge of. My teenagers have a harder time of it. It isn't as easy for them to believe. But, I must say, to their credit, they trust enough in our belief that they keep hoping and having faith. What a tragedy it would be if I gave up teaching them of Christ. Where would their faith go then? So onward I go, despite the winds, the tides and the pounding of the world. With faith and hope that the peace that comes from believing will live in the hearts of my children all the days of their life.
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