Four years ago, I wrote a blog about sending my firstborn off to public school. It is by far the most-read blog I’ve ever published. This tells me there are a lot of Christian mommas out there who go through what I went through.
I was nervous and fearful, and I wished I could afford Christian school, until God showed me something remarkable in Jochebed, the mother of Moses.
She spent three months hiding her baby to save him from being murdered, and when he was too big to continue to hide, she placed him in a basket and sent him floating down a river.
You’d think that during that time she would have been nervous, fearful, and wishing her boy would have been a girl, but she wasn’t.
Hebrews 11:23 By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king’s command.
Jochebed was not full of fear and regret, wishing that things could have been different. No, she was full of faith!
As a Christian mom sending my child to public school, I felt a little like I was putting him in a basket in the Nile River. I had to choose: fear or faith?
Jochebed inspired me to choose faith.
When I dropped my son off for his first day of kindergarten four years ago, I didn’t shed a tear. I believed that like Psalm 127 says, he was an arrow–an arrow we had spent five years sharpening, an arrow that would go out and fulfill His purpose.
Next week, that kindergartener I dropped off in faith will start third grade, and his little sister will start first grade, and I’ve found myself thinking about Moses and Jochebed again, and how thankful I am that my kids are in the public school system.
Most people would agree that the purpose of sending our children to school is so they can receive an education. We want them to learn how to read, write, and do arithmetic. Bonus points if they learn how to successfully climb a rope, make some friends, and win a class party for collecting the most box tops. But what if our kids have a higher purpose? What if school is more than test scores and learning how to multiply fractions?
Back to Jochebed. She is ultimate #momgoals. She not only had amazing trust and faith in God, but she saw purpose in her kids, from the moment she laid eyes on them.
Hebrews 2:2 The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She saw that he was a special baby and kept him hidden for three months.
Jochebed saw that Moses was a special baby. Other translations say she saw that he was a beautiful baby, but it’s referring to more than the fact that he was a pretty newborn. When she looked at Moses she saw God’s favor on him and knew that she had to save his life because God wanted to use him mightily.
When you look at your kids, what do you see? Do you see purpose in them? Do you realize that the favor of God rests on them and that God wants to use them in mighty ways, just as He did Moses?
Your kids are here for a reason, just like you are here for a reason, and if they attend a public school, they have an amazing opportunity in front of them to start walking in their purpose.
God gave me three words to charge my kids with for the upcoming year. Three words to help fill them with purpose. Three words to send them out on mission each and every day as they hop out of my car and into the halls of their school.
Salt. Light. Love.
Matthew 5:13 Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth.
Our kids need to know why they are here, and as parents, it’s our job to tell them. They are here to be salt!
Salt brings out flavor in food, and it also helps preserve it.
Our kids should start every day thinking about how they have the ability, through their words and actions, to give people a taste of the goodness of God. They get to be like the sample servers at Sam’s Club giving out little treats of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. And as their friends, teachers, and even their enemies get a taste, they fulfill their purpose and people will be drawn to Jesus.
Our kids need to realize if they stay salty they help prevent God’s standards from rotting away. If every Christian parent kept their kids out of public school there would be no students on a mission to preserve the truth. It’s important for our children to recognize that without Christ followers like them, standing for what’s right and living according to the Word of God, God’s presence in their schools will decay.
Matthew 5:14 Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine!
The public school system needs light. It needs more kids who love Jesus and are 100 percent cool with going public with that information. People are living in darkness. Families are a mess. Suicide is the number one injury death in America. There’s so much confusion about gender identity. And on and on. People are looking for answers, and if we stay hidden away in our homes and in our Christian circles, they are going to have a hard time finding those answers. My son has seen two of his friends from school give their lives to Christ this year, and one of those friend’s entire family give their lives to Christ, because he’s decided to be like a city on a hill when it comes to his love for Jesus. God’s made our kids to be light, we have to let them shine!
I Corinthians 13:1 If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
The only chance our kids have at being the salt of the earth and the light of the world is if they love others. In other words, they cannot fulfill their purpose without love.
Sometimes we confuse being salt and light with being snarky and judgmental. I went to public school, and I remember the Christian kids who looked down on everyone. It was obvious they thought they were better and more holy than everyone else. They never made an impact on anyone because it’s God’s kindness that leads men to repentance.
Our kids must understand that their purpose is to love with a love that cares more for others than for themselves, a love that fights for the bottom, a love that isn’t jealous, a love that isn’t prideful, a love that is slow to anger, a love that believes the best, a love that doesn’t give up on people.
Because Moses had a mother who was full of faith and saw purpose in her children, an entire nation got to taste the goodness of God. They were preserved from extinction and miraculously brought out of darkness.
My goodness. What would our schools look like if every classroom had a handful of kids who understood their God-given purpose and were being encouraged to walk in it daily?
We do so much to ensure our kids are ready to go back to school: new shoes, new backpacks and lunchboxes, fresh haircuts, killer first-day-of-school outfits, tax-free school supply shopping, and meet the teacher. That’s all well and good, but let’s be most focused on getting them ready by filling their hearts and minds with their God-given purposes. Let’s make sure they know school is more than AR tests and recess. School is where they get to live out the gospel and experience true joy and fulfillment as they do what they were put on the earth to do!
Let’s let loose our little Moseses and watch God move mightily in and through them, Amen?
Morning Declaration For Your Kids:
I am here for a reason. God has a purpose for me.
I am the salt of the earth.
Wherever I go, I help people taste and see that the Lord is good.
I am called to make sure God’s way of doing things doesn’t pass away.
I am the light of the world.
People see Jesus in me. I won’t keep God a secret.
I will bring light to the darkness around me.
Love is my goal.
I know I can’t lead anyone to Jesus without His love working through me.
God’s love never gives up and cares more for others than for self.
Love is not jealous or cocky.
Love fights for the bottom and is not “me first.”
Love is slow to anger and doesn’t keep score when people mess up.
Love doesn’t rejoice when others are hurting.
Love trusts God always.
Love doesn’t look back and believes the best.
Today I will be Salt, Light, and Love.
I am the mom who cries when her babies get shots at the doctor’s office, and yeah, I’m also the mom who gets her kids vaccinated. (Insert shocked emoji face here!) I hope we can still be friends.
When my oldest son Gus was three, I took him to the dentist for a checkup and found out he had eight cavities. Yep, eight. I promise, I take good care of my children, I just had no idea that a preschooler was not ready to wield a toothbrush on his own. #FirstKidProbs. He took the brunt of all our first-time parenting faux pas, but by the grace of God he’s turning out just fine. And you’ll be happy to know my second and third child are filling free. When Gus went back to get his mouth filled with silver, I asked my husband to take off work for the appointment so I didn’t have to see my little buddy all gassed up for dental surgery. I would have been a blubbering mess.
I love the scene in the movie Storks where the little pink-haired baby starts to cry while Tulip, the woman in charge of delivering the pink-haired baby, tries to ignore her. The film cuts to a sequence of caring mommas throughout history protecting their babies all while REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Loving You” plays in the background. It cuts back to Tulip whose maternal instincts kick in and she can’t take it anymore. She MUST comfort the crying pink-haired baby!
Mothers do not like to see their children in pain, physically or emotionally. It’s part of our genetic makeup! God could not watch as Jesus hung on the cross. He had to turn His face away.
Like the women in the Storks sequence who were literally shielding their babies, we do our best to shield our kids from anything that might cause their hearts to ache.
Last October I got a fun little surprise in the form of two pink lines. I was pregnant! We had just packed away the crib and decided to wait another three or four years for the final installment of Blount children, so I was shocked, but thrilled at the same time. I love being pregnant, and I love newborns, and I knew our kid’s excitement would be through the roof when we shared our news with them. I took two blood tests to confirm and the doctor said my levels looked great and that he would see me in nine weeks. I was already showing, and I knew I couldn’t wait nine more weeks to tell our friends and family, so about two weeks after we found out, I planned a big scavenger hunt that ended with a little video where we told the kids a new baby would be joining our family in June!
I have NEVER seen joy hit my kids like that before, and you should know they are very happy kids who have had a very happy, Disneyland-filled life. But this was something they had been asking for and praying for and thinking about for a while. Our oldest cried genuine tears of joy. Our middle jumped up and down and squealed for a good five minutes straight. And our youngest just kept hugging everyone because she knew we were all so happy. It’s a moment I’ll never forget even though I totally blew it and did not hit the record button on my phone to capture it all on video.
The new baby was all my kids could talk about. The papers they brought home from school had drawings and notes on the back of them about their new brother, since they had already decided it was going to be a boy. They had to say good morning and good night to my puffy tummy. And they prayed sincere prayers, asking God to help the baby grow big and strong and healthy.
Three days of celebrating came to an abrupt halt after I miscarried. As shocked as I was to find out I was pregnant, I was even more shocked to miscarry. My third pregnancy ended when I had to deliver our son stillborn, and after that I prayed and believed and trusted God that I would never lose another baby again. And I was convinced I wouldn’t. But I did.
Of course I was heartbroken over the loss of life, but the thing that hurt the most was knowing that I was going to have to tell my kids. There was no way around this. I would have to watch their hearts break.
I was so mad at myself. Why? Why didn’t I follow the pregnancy announcement protocol? Why didn’t I wait longer to tell the kids? I could have saved them. I could have shielded them. I could have kept them in their bubble.
I’ll never forget sitting in my kitchen the afternoon of the miscarriage, sorting out Bingo cards for a Halloween party at my kid’s school that I was in charge of hosting later that day, my eyes blurry from all the tears. I knew that in just a few short hours, after school was over, we were going to have to sit the kids down and let them know that life isn’t perfect. As I punched out Charlie Brown bingo markers and beat myself up for seemingly jumping the gun with the pregnancy announcement, the Holy Spirit came and does what the Holy Spirit was sent to do. He comforted me with these words, “You can’t always shield your kids from heartache, but you can show them how to overcome.”
In other words, what’s done is done. You can’t protect them from this one, but you can use this situation to help them see that the greater One lives in them, and because of that, they can find victory in the midst of a terrible loss.
After I painfully smiled my way through the class party and got the kid’s home from school, we sat them down in the living room and broke the news. They wept and moaned and cried for what felt like an eternity. Josh and I cried with them and held them and let them cry until they were ready to talk. They were so confused. How could this happen? Why did this happen? I didn’t feel equipped to answer those questions, because honestly I didn’t know how and why it happened, and I still don’t. It still doesn’t make sense. But in that moment we told them what we DID know: God is faithful, no matter what. God never leaves us nor forsakes us. God will heal our broken hearts. God will turn this sad story into a happy one.
We stayed in our living room for hours that night and talked about heaven and the hope we have in Jesus, and what I thought would be one of the worst nights of my life ended up being one of the best, because that night I got to see that my children’s faith in God was immovable, even in the midst of a storm. Their eight and five-year-old hearts held tightly to the promises of God. The Jesus they have always sung about and read about and talked about became even more real to them that October night.
John 16:33 says, “Here on earth we (me, you, my kids, your kids) will have many trials and sorrows.” But then it encourages us with this, “take heart, because Jesus has overcome the world.”
When our kids are faced with real-life challenges, our tendency is to shield them from as much pain as possible. We don’t want them to ever have to experience hurt feelings, rejection, not making a sports team, the death of someone they love, disappointment, or anything else that would cause their little hearts to hurt, but sometimes we shield them from too much and they grow up never getting a chance to fully lean on God.
Psalm 103 tells us to lean not on our own understanding, but to trust in the Lord with all our hearts. You can’t expect to ever stop leaning on your own understanding if you live in a world where everything makes sense, and I fear that’s the kind of world we try to create for our children.
But what if we let them face some challenges? What if we stop trying to shield them from every single thing and start giving them opportunities to put their trust in the Lord? I think we would raise the fiercest generation of sons and daughters the world has ever seen. A generation who knows how to get back up when they get knocked down. A generation whose faith in God is real, tested, and unshakable. A generation who knows where to turn when the wind and waves come. A generation full of sure-footed, steady-handed, battle-worthy conquerors.
The last thing my eight-year-old said to me that night as I tucked him into bed was, “Mom, this has been the saddest day of my life…but I will never stop trusting God.”
If there are no rough roads to walk, no mountains to climb, and no battles to fight, our children miss out on the God of John chapter 16, the God who has overcome the world.
Mommas, love, protect, and defend your children, but when the Spirit leads you to, lower that heavy shield so God can display His glory in the lives of your children.