One of my biggest fears is that the Enemy will use our tragedy–Soy’s death–to cause doubt and confusion in the lives of my daughters. At appropriate times, we have honest conversations about Biblical Truths, Lies from Satan, and Spiritual Warfare. Do bad things happen? Yes. Is God Sovereign? Yes. Do we live in a dark world? Yes. Is God good? Yes. Can God be trusted? Yes.
A few weeks ago, my daughter and I were driving home from church on a Wednesday night. I really can’t handle any type of conversations after 8:00pm, but naturally, that’s when she wanted to talk . So we sat in the car–dark outside, a small light casting a soft glow on her face–and she began to share her heart. I listened as she shared with me her concerns for her friends in the youth group. She cried as she expressed her worries for some difficulties in the lives of her friends. She said “I could only pray ‘God I have no idea what they are going through but you do. God be with them.’” Tears ran down her cheek as she told me that she repeated this prayer over and over. Her tender heart was burdened for the people who are having a difficult time in life. Of course, I used this time to talk about how there have been so many people praying for us during our darkest moments. People who love us. People who ask God to comfort us. People do not need to know the details–they just pray.
As the conversation continued, she began to tell me about the night she accepted Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior. One month prior, she called from youth came to tell me that she accepted Christ. This particular night, her voice began to quiver. She could not control the tears. With an honest heart she spoke these words, “Mom when I think about how the creator of everything—everything we see and everything in the universe—loves me, I can’t understand why. God created everything. He is the absolute most powerful and yet He knows my name. He knows my name. He knows the number of hairs on my head. He chooses to love me.”
And I went back to the day of my salvation.
Simplicity of Salvation.
Child-like Faith.
Undeserved Grace.
My prayer is “When my daughters become overwhelmed by the darkness, the worries, and the noise of life, may they always return to the day of salvation. May they remember that the God of the Universe knows their names. He pursues them. Let them never forget the simplicity of salvation.”
(Side note: While this was a sweet, tender moment with my daughter, please do not think this is our daily conversations. Our daily conversations usually consist of me telling her that the world does not revolve around her, there are more important things in life than the color of her lip gloss, and teaching her the meaning of humility—again.)
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