What has your child’s heart?

I decided to occasionally deviate from my current text because otherwise I will miss out on sharing things God is laying on my heart along the way.
I ran across an article the other day about raising a pure and godly son. To be completely honest I really don’t realize the true weight of the battle our men face with their flesh. This article was from a mothers point of view and she was sharing what SHE did for her son to help him stay pure. Before this I never realized that I had a personal responsibility over my sons purity and that there are things I can do to raise him to be pure and godly.
I often think a lot about the influence I have on my daughter and how she looks up to me, but I really rarely think about what kind of influence I have over my son.
I want my son to be different than many of the boys he will meet. I want him to love God and to flee from ungodliness. I want him to have a heart to please God everyday.
Last night we got to talking about games and movies. Sadly it’s true that the screen has stolen our boys hearts. I am very thankful that my husband made the decision before we were married to give up his video games. Not that video games are just absolutely wicked in themselves, but the truth is that video games and movies are stealing away our time and energy for God! I honestly believe that if we got truly busy serving God then we would not have time for those things! I know this personally because alot of my friends will say that they watch movies and play games when there is nothing else to do. Well my husband and I agreed early on to not have a tv in our home, (although we do occasionally watch movies/tv) we honestly have not experienced boredom in our home! It’s actually quite the opposite! We wish we had time to be bored lol!
My main reason for this post was to challenge you as a mother or father to examine your childrens’ lives and to see what really has their hearts?

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. (Matthew 6:19-21 KJV)



My birth

My mother wanted badly to get out of the strict military home she grew up in, and chose to marry my father who was also in the military. She says now that she was “young and stupid.” So of course her new life was really not as glamorous as she thought it would be.
My father, early on, was shipped over to Germany to serve. My mother who was expecting again went with him. While overseas she gave birth to my older brother Juan, and not very long after found out she was pregnant again with me.
Around this time she started to realize that her new life really wasn’t what she had hoped it would be, so she decided she would leave my father and return to the states. So on a whim at 6 months pregnant with a baby and a toddler, she boarded a plane and headed back to the United States.
Upon arrival, she soon began having complications with her pregnancy and became bedridden. She made it just 2 more months before the doctors said she would need to deliver before she lost her baby and her life.
I was born 3 weeks early weighing 6lbs 9 oz and 19 inches long, and my mother says, I was born dead. I had the umbilical cord wrapped and tied in 3 knots around my neck, but praise The Lord, the doctors were able to revive me. To this day my mother calls me her “miracle child.”

The Story Begins…

My life really didn’t start out as an easy one. My mother became pregnant and married very young. She was only 17 years old when she found out she was pregnant with my older sister Ana. She was raised in a military family that for the most part still followed the old fashioned way. So of course when my grandfather found out that she was expecting told her that she was going to marry the man.
My mom told me later on in life that she only went with my father because she needed a reason to get out of my grandparents home. Though this was true, she realized much too late that my dad truly was a good man.
My dad is an immigrant from Bogota, Columbia. He came to the US and joined the military and went to school to work on computers. They met at a bowling competition that him and my grandfather competed in.
I will finish the story soon…