WHAT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE CHILDREN'S BOOKS, DAY 4

Suddenly, I realized that it was my responsibility as a parent to lay the foundation of faith and truth from God’s Word the Bible to my boys. God was inviting me to live a life that continually points my children to Him.

He helped me to look at it this way: That I was to introduce my children to who their real parent is—God. My job is to impart to them what I know about Him with the hopes that they (my boys) will one day prioritize knowing Him and His Son Jesus for themselves.

And God made sure to emphasize to me that my part was not to make them know Him but to tell them about Him. Planting the seed of His Word was my part and His part was to bring about the increase.

Looking back, that was exactly what my mom did for me. She planted the seed of God’s Word in my heart. God was the one who eventually made it grow. Parents are with their children a good amount of time from birth until they leave home for college or a career. We have a greater opportunity to share God’s Word with them than anybody else. 

With this revelation now in my heart, I started doing one on one Bible “sessions” with them. Honestly, I felt I didn’t know enough to be able to teach them but I still stepped out in faith. God used this same “Myself” essay guideline to encourage me to teach my boys.

A few examples of “Myself” essay questions that I asked them were: How old do you think God is? Where does God live? How tall is God? How big is God? What is God’s favorite food? Whatever answer they gave, I would write it down. We would then discuss the response and open the scriptures for answers. We even created a scrapbook that went along with it and also started reading lots of children’s books centered on answering those questions.

My spiritual mom encouraged me to have a journal for each one of them so I could keep a record of it. GOD’S UNBLINKABLE EYES came out of one of those Bible sessions and so did my first book MY MOMMY’S NAME IS MOMMY.

Our Bible sessions usually take about 15-30 minutes per week with each child. The irony is that, instead of me teaching them, God has rather used them to teach me so much—and they are still teaching me. I refer to them as both my students and teachers.

My oldest son who is 11 now writes his sessions in his journal with some guidance from me. On days that I get tied up with something, I encourage him to take over and do sessions with his younger brothers.