To say that I am involved in my local community of faith is an understatement. I have been on staff at our church for several years, doing children's ministry. I am on the prayer team. I help out with worship ideas and I am a member of the resource team. At one point in my life, when we lived in Maryland, I was at church 6 days a week for something or other.
I do all these things not because I have to, but because I get to. As a Christian, I believe that my church is my family. I love it. When you love your family, you spend time with them.
When you have this kind of involvement you wonder if your kids love church too. Sometimes I think my kids go to church because I drag them with me. Sometimes I think they go because they mimic my behavior. Everyone once in a while God will send a reminder that Maeve and Hilde love Him and they go to church because they like it too.
A few weekends ago, I had a meeting at church during the first service. Maeve and Hilde wanted to go early with me. I told them they couldn't come to the meeting and we were going to go too late to go to Kids Zone. They would have to sit and wait for me in the cafe.
When we arrived they decided to go to church by themselves. For a minute I thought maybe I should find someone for them to sit with, so they wouldn't be alone. Hilde said, "Mom, we are not alone! We are with each other."
Honestly, I was late for my meeting so I said, "Okay, go."
It turns out that there was communion that Sunday. Our church has about 600-800 people in service. My girls went to church together and then took communion without parental supervision along with about 700 other people.
I couldn't believe it. Maeve and Hilde are both shy. They both don't like being up in front of other people. Honestly, I didn't think they would take communion without their parents.
Turns out I was wrong.
Maeve and Hilde both said, "Mom, it was communion! I didn't want to miss it." Maeve rolled her eyes at me too.
I love their simple explanation. It says to me that they care about communion. That they think it is important. They know what it means. The simple act of going to service by themselves says that they wanted too. They didn't have to go. They chose to go. They went because they love Jesus.
It reminded me that my girls have a faith all their own. I may have had a part in fostering it, but it there without me; maybe even some days in spite of me.
It was a very, very, very proud mama moment.