Meandering through Young Adulthood
The other day I started a page for this blog on Facebook. I posted a “Word of the Week” with its definition. The word I chose this week was meander, since I described my blog as the “meanderings of a housewife and stay at home mom.” The following is an account of my meandering or wandering away from my walk with Jesus.
When I was a child, my mom was faithful about taking me to church on Sunday. As I grew up, I got more involved in church events, and accepted and professed my faith in Jesus with baptism at the church we attended. We, my mom and I (my dad never came with us), continued to attend church, and I got involved in the youth program that was offered. It was a fairly normal, middle class upbringing in a church. I am thankful for my mom and all the others in the Church praying for, encouraging, and pouring into my young faith in Jesus.
At some point, in my later high school years, my dedication in my walk with Jesus started to dwindle. My mom and I stopped attending church regularly and started letting Sunday be more of a lazy, family kind of day. (Or a catch up on homework day.) Through the end of high school and throughout my college years I broke vows and commitments I had made during my earlier years of faith. I became a lukewarm Christian. I still believed in Jesus and His sacrifice, but I no longer thought that I needed to surround myself with fellow believers. I am ashamed that I ever let my faith become stagnant.
Fast forward several years…after I had my second child and started working part time, a friend of mine invited me to join a mom’s group at the church she attended. I enjoyed the time with other women in the same season of life as me. It provided a nice break from being surrounded by children and housework and allowed me the opportunity to talk to other adults. It also gave my children an opportunity to be around and “socialize” with other children. (I use “socialize” lightly here because children at that young of an age don’t really play with each other, so much as maybe play next to each other.) As I continued to attend the mom’s group and see the other women walking in faith, I really started to feel the pull to attend church again.
Honestly, I had been telling myself (or more accurately, God was telling me through the Holy Spirit) from the time I had my first child that I needed to start attending church again, but I just didn’t follow through because of one excuse or another. I began attending church regularly again on Sunday after being a part of the mom’s group for a few months. “Who was going to teach my children about Jesus?” “Wasn’t that my responsibility?” Questions like this often plagued my mind.
I know this sounds kind of like the Parable of the Prodigal Son, with the wandering away and coming back home, but I want to draw your attention more towards the people of faith. I am thankful for my mom, the pastors, Sunday school teachers, and fellow believers who showed me the way to Jesus. I am also very thankful for the women of the mom’s group that did not know their “witness” was part of my return to the Church.
“19 My brothers and sisters, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring that person back, 20 remember this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of their way will save them from death and cover over a multitude of sins.”
We must remember, or keep in mind, as believers in Christ we are always witnessing to those around us (intentionally or unintentionally). Sometimes it is to the people of the world. Sometimes it is to the people in church that you didn’t know were lost.