Wed Night

One of my biggest fears as a parent is having my child grow up and not know Christ.  I assume there are probably other Christians that have similar fears.  I just want to do it all right and its scary and amazing to think that everything you say or do leaves an impression on your child.  I remember as a child thinking that my parents could do no wrong.  My dad could have told me the sky was purple and I would have believed it was the truth.  I was always taught that you go to high school then college, assuming that's what everyone did and it was part of the steps.  I took everything my parents said to heart.  As I get older, I realize what an amazing family I have, possibly a bit dysfunctional but wonderful.  I need to always guide my children in the right direction and sometimes it can be hard to do everything the way you want to do it.   

I love Wednesday nights because I can usually leave Karis with Mark and take the boys to bible study.  Mark has been gone the last few days and wasn't going to be home to watch Karis.  Its hard to take her because she is so busy and I really don't get to pay much attention to our study.  Colson and Kyle both love to go, but Kyle can't get enough of church.  If I mention church he says "K I get my long shorts on and we can go, don't leave me"  I go toWomens Bible study on Thursday mornings for a few hours and Kyle gets to play with Mr. Ale and all the other kids.  So every morning he wakes up and ask if its Church Day.  Mr. Ale is also his Sunday School teacher and has a way with children.  He is learning so much. 

Today I mentioned to my MESS that we had Church tonight and asked who wanted to go.  Colson was playing WII and must have not heard me since he didn't acknowledge I had spoken.  Surly he wasn't so wrapped up in his game that he didn't hear me speak.  Anyway, Kyle started jumping up and down saying "ME, ME, ME, I wanna go, can I pease go" while Karis gets all excited watching Kyle and tries her hardest to jump but can't get her little legs off the ground so She just starts spinning in circles as quick as possible.  It was really too cute.  As the evening went on, I realized Mark was getting home late tonight and knew Karis wouldn't make it when bible study started at 630.  I called a friend to see if she was going so the boys could go with her, but she wasn't able to make it either.  I did what I thought was best and got dinner ready, bathed, and feed kids.  We played a bit not mentioning bible study.  I figured they would probably forget it was church night and not a big deal we would be going in the morning.  As bed time roles around, I ask the boys if they are ready to say their prayers.  Kyle comes running in jumping around saying " OH NOOOO, WE FORZGOT TO GO TO CHURCH" with such a sad little face.  I think my heart broke a little.  I said baby Karis was tired and wouldn't have done well, but we get to go as soon as we get up.  He didn't say much and went to his room, next thing I know he is fast a sleep in his bed.  Kinda feel like I messed up a bit tonight.  He was sooo excited about going and we didn't go.  Regardless of the reasons he was upset and I failed him in a sense.  I justify it to myself and I understand the reasons but hes just a baby and doesn't always get it.  I get sad when I make my babies sad.  Sometimes life gets in the way of the really important things.  From now on we hit the important things :)  So tomorrow is gonna be a special "Church Day for Kyle and I"  Not exactly sure how but I will figure it out.  Now I'm off to make some special somethings :)