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Dear Kids, I Promise To Walk You To Jesus

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By Jennifer Toscano

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I have but one chance to lay down a firm foundation in my children’s lives.

Brick by brick, I painstaking build upon what one day I pray will be an unshakeable faith.

It is grueling, sanctifying work—the most holy work I will ever do.

And as I am shepherding their hearts, God is molding mine.

As I am leading them to a Savior, I am also finding my own way.

I hold their hand and walk them to Jesus.

Sometimes we stumble finding our way and the road is treacherous.

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We wonder how we will make it, but there He is always waiting for us.

I lead them to Him when they need to ask for forgiveness, and more often, when I do.

I show them how to seek His face and to thank Him for His generous grace.

I lead them to Him when we need guidance.

I show them how to come to Him with a humble heart asking that He gives us wisdom.

I lead them to Him when it feels like life is falling apart.

I show them how to take all of the broken pieces—how to gather them up and watch Him do something beautiful.

I lead them to Him and ask that He does work on our hearts. That He would mold us into who He has called us to be.

I lead them there to look at His beautiful face, to remind them of their worth and who they are in Him.

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I take a hold of those precious little hands, and I bring them to His feet and ask that He would watch over and protect them.

Oh, so many times we will walk together, hand in hand to find Him.

And then one day, just like that, they will be off in the world on their own.

And their mama will no longer be walking beside them day by day, and I pray that when this day comes, they will remember all of the times we walked to find Him.

That they will remember what it felt like to sit in His presence.

That they will remember how it felt to reach out to Him.

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That they will remember He is the only answer for our problems.

I pray as they let go of my hand, they will reach out for His, and know He has always been there and He always will be.

That is what my heart prays.

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Jennifer Toscano

I am a wife, mother to two beautiful daughters and a follower of Jesus. I recently started my blog as a way to document my journey in faith and to share God's great love with others. I also love to cook, read and do graphic design. You can find me on Facebook: facebook.com/aheartfullofhope and on my website: AHeartFullofHope.com writing about faith, hope and motherhood.

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