I love to teach, and I feel that being a mother is the greatest and most important teaching experience I'll ever have. I want to teach my children to love life, people and this beautiful world. I want to teach them to sing and to dance and to be happy. There are so many things I want my children to know, but at the heart of it all, I want them to know God.
Ever since Samuel was a little boy we've spoken to him of Jesus, and he has always embraced what we've taught. It's been easy and very natural for us. But when it came to teaching George, I was stuck, I had no idea where to begin or how to go about it. George has serious cognitive and language delays. George doesn't seem to understand much of what we say to him. One day I took this to the Lord in prayer. "How do I teach him about You? We don't even know what his cognitive abilities are yet?" I got an answer so quick and clear it almost knocked me off my bed. He said, "The Spirit is not cognitive. I made it that way."
A few months ago Jimmy brought my attention to something that I had overlooked. "Rachel, haven't you noticed that George kneels down at Samuel's bed to join us for evening prayer?" How had I missed it? But sure enough, that night after story and scripture time were finished, we all knelt down by Samuel's bed and along toddled George who bent his knees and threw his chest down across the bed. He was kneeling. George was praying with us. We never coached or coerced him into joining us . . . but he knew what to do.
George, our darling little boy who can't talk . . . CAN pray.
