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One Thing You Should Do Before Your Child Walks Out the Door Every Morning

Ethan walking out the door for school

Trying to get kids out the door on time while wearing appropriate attire should be an Olympic event. Every morning I clutch my coffee mug in desperation as I battle every unforeseen challenge that comes my way.

No matter how prepared I am, something will without a doubt go wrong.

One kid will have wet tennis shoes (and, of course, they have PE that day) from running through the neighbor’s lawn sprinkler the night before. Another kid will ask where their homework is and you had no idea that Pre-K ever had homework but you know without a doubt that “homework” paper is at the bottom of the kitchen trash can.

No matter how busy or chaotic the morning is there is one thing Scott and I do before they walk out the door and that is PRAY.

We pray for safety and protection.

We pray that they will be a light.

We pray that they will make good choices.

We do this before they walk out the door because it may be their last peaceful moment before they hop off the bus at the end of a long school day.

My mom did this for me growing up. I’d be running out the door, late as usual, but she’d still take the time to pray over me. What an impact prayer, before anything else, had on my life.

A Kid's Mission Field

Our kids attend public school. They are surrounded by a dynamic group of kids. We know that Jesus made each and every single one of the children that walk those hallways precious in His sight.

There are kids that come from healthy homes with parents that are trying to teach their children the same Christian values as us. There are kids that don’t come from healthy home situations that are in desperate need of love and attention. Some kids have experienced trauma in their short lifetime.

School is my kids' mission field. I know the best way to prepare my kids to walk those hallways is to pray with them before they walk out the door each morning.

One of my favorite memories of my oldest son is from a time I sat next time him during a church service. He cheered wildly (I mean jumping up and down on the seat) for his friends getting baptized, sang worship songs at the top of his lungs, and raised his hand to worship during one of the songs.

As a mom, I was undone. I can’t seem to ever sit by my kids in church without ugly crying, and so, that's what I did. It’s an embarrassment that I’ve learned to embrace. (Criers are always welcome in my section.)