When Saying No Means Yes

We normally attend church on Saturday nights, but my parents came in for a visit yesterday, so we went today instead.  L hates going to church. Notice, I said going.  She doesn't hate being there.  She has a great time while she's there.  Actually driving there and the drop off in her experience room is awful, however.  Tears and clinging to me and begging for one more kiss and one more hug from both my husband and I.  (Which I always say Yes to, by the way)  It makes me feel terrible.

She begs not to go, but each week we go anyway, because sometimes saying No to your child means saying Yes to yourself.

I adore our church.  My husband and I feel at home there.  Going there feeds our souls and refuels us so that we can go out and live a Christian life in a toxic world.

L doesn't know Christ. We talk about God and we pray with her and out loud over her daily, but the concept of our believing in something she can't see is difficult for her.  She's just about to turn 3, so this is of course, understandable.

I want my children to know Christ and my husband and I are doing our part at home by teaching her to pray and reading her children's Bible with her, but we can't do it alone.  Learning about Christ and His love for us is something I need a community to help me with.

I feel like saying no to L when she asks not to go to church is saying Yes to her eventual Salvation.  She may grow up and choose not to go to our church and that's okay, but I want her to grow up knowing that she has strength in the Lord and can turn to Him in good times and bad.

I want her and baby G to know what we know and that is this: Whoever finds God, finds Life.