It has been a week since my son came up to me after watering the garden and said, “I’m ready, mama.”
“Ready for what, buddy?” I asked.
To which he said, “Ready to pray the prayer for Jesus. Will you help me?”
Let me take a moment to convey the magnitude of that moment. I literally felt my heart start racing and felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to jump up and down inappropriately shouting “Smell My Victory!!!!” (Although it probably would have been way more appropriate to start singing a gospel song or shouting scripture.)
Since his 2-year-old-self came into my life, I’ve been praying for the moment he would accept Christ as his Savior. Just before Christmas last year, he started asking questions about salvation and asking Jesus to live in his heart. Every time I’ve had a conversation with him regarding his questions, I’ve asked if he’d like to take the step to pray for forgiveness and in acknowledgment of this eternal gift of salvation. Every time, he’s told me he wants to pray, but he was “too nervous” or “not ready.”
And let me tell you something ladies…every single time, my heart stopped. It broke. It took everything in me to casually say, “When you’re ready, buddy, I’ll be here for you.” In reality, I was choking back tears and reigning in the desire to ‘push-push-push’ for salvation.
I have found that the last eight months have been a challenge in patience. It’s been a delicate balance between telling him the truth (to include urgency in making a declaration for Christ) and trying to create space for him to make this decision fully on his own (not in an effort to please his parents).
Since his decision to accept Christ, I’ve shared my eight-month struggle with a few Moms that have kids about the same age. Repeatedly, I heard the same story of trying to find a balance between encouraging a decision versus pushing for one. Apparently, we’re all trying to teach our children about Christ, but afraid we’ll push them prematurely into a false decision.
Yet no one is talking about it out loud.
I certainly wasn’t. I thought I was alone with this burden. I just walked through it and asked God repeatedly to not let me become a stumbling block to my child’s salvation.
So this week, I’d like to encourage all the Mamas, Mommies, Moms, Step-Moms, Grandmas, Mi-Mis, Nanas, Me Maws, Aunties, God-Mothers, Friends…Any woman who is praying for the salvation of a child. I want you to know you are not praying alone. You are not alone in walking the balance of push and pull. You. Are. Not. Alone.
There are several of us on the Iron Porch who are or have recently been walking that balance with you. And I will be praying for you to have peace on your hearts that your job is to sow the seed…then watch God with the harvest, so that your heart may leap for joy.
Those simple words, “I’m ready mama” brought such happiness to my heart. While my son made that declaration on our back porch through praying out loud with me, his Dad and Erin, I know all of heaven was rejoicing with us too!
Your turn is coming soon…be patient!