My sweet kiddo and I had such a special moment on Sunday morning. He is in kindergarten now and at our church that means that either he can go to kid’s church or stay with mom and dad in the worship service. So far, he has stayed with us in the worship service and I could not have been more thankful to have him by my side this week.

Our lesson during life group time had been about the Last Supper. We washed each other’s feet, we “broke bread” with our friends like Jesus did and we shaped our play dough into loaves of bread and grapes. We had so much fun! Our children learned not just the facts of the story, but how this meal was ultimately pointing to the sacrifice that Jesus was about to make to once and for all allow us a way to be reconciled back to God. As the Lord would have it, we also shared the Lord’s Supper with our church family during the worship service that morning.

This was only Mason’s second time sitting in the service with us. When they announced that we were doing the Lord’s Supper that morning, my heart whispered “oh Lord, how perfect! Thank you!” Our kids just talked about this in their small groups! Now Mason gets to observe as we celebrate together what Jesus has done for us. He had so many questions. It was the sweetest time being able to explain him about what was happening, answering his questions and explaining to him why he couldn’t participate yet but that someday, when he’s ready, he can participate too!

I have struggled over the last few weeks of feeling like I’m not enough. I don’t have a seminary or education degree, how can I teach and disciple children? I’m not old enough to have the experience and wisdom to know what is truly best for my child. What if I make the wrong decision? What if I don’t point my kids to Jesus enough? What if I fail?

Sharing in the Lord’s Supper with my church family, sitting beside my wide-eyed and ever curious child was a huge blessing and encouragement to me. God reminded me to keep doing the hard things. Don’t take the easy way out. It’s worth the extra effort to teach and train our kids. Each week as we sit in the service, it’s worth the extra whispered reminders to not kick the chair in front of him, answering all of his questions and the extra minute it takes to make sure I have a treat for him at the end of the service. It’s worth it.

I am so grateful for those few moments with my boy to whisper into his heart such precious and eternal things. God is so cool like that.