I'm a pastor.
My kids have cut their teeth on the church pews.
Yeah, that last sentance makes me sound VERY old. But I still like it.
I sang and lead worship while the older two were in utero. I went on a missions trip pregnant with Miss Rose and she came to Mexico with me three times as a newborn, 1 year old and 2 year old. I took Gracie on a missions trip when she was 2.5 months. Gracie came to work with me until she was 6 weeks old.
They have probably been in double the amount of Sunday School classes most kids are--because when they know I'm at church, they want to be there too. They rarely miss Sunday School. Unless someone in the family is sick.
So, you'd think they really have the truths of Scripture in them, even at their young ages.
Which is why I was so proud tonight when Miss Rose said:
"Sometimes I like being bad. I think I'll make Satan my friend."
And not ten minutes later, Gracie said:
"I'm going to kick Jesus out of my heart."
They were in separate rooms, and did not hear what they other said.
Proud doesn't even begin to describe how this pastor-mommy feels.
I'm going to need to have a chat with their Sunday School teachers.