So today, one of my girls almost completely panicked over a Bonus Round in math (basically a timed math sheet). The day before, I had another daughter totally panic about a skinned knee at church. Both things have happened with all of our eight children on different occasions over the years (math fact sheets have particularly been the cause of much angst in the Prince home).  

We have been addressing these kinds of issues in our home for about two decades now. Today, these two reactions, led to a conversation about fear, courage, and trust. I talked about how being confronted regarding our sins by someone who loves us, is proof that we are not alone and that there is always help and a helper.

It was another opportunity to share the gospel. I talked about the truth of God’s word and the work of the Holy Spirit, the Helper, in the life of the believer. Y’all, what an opportunity! But today, as has happened during many of these gospel opportunities I’m given with my children, more was going on than me teaching them.  

As I was speaking these precious truths to them, as I was showing them their sin and struggles, proclaiming the truth of the gospel in the midst of an ordinary day, I was gently reminded by a loving Father, all-sufficient Savior, and indwelling Spirit . . . Who needs to hear this more today, you or them?