I didn’t grow up in a reading home, but when I was in the sixth grade my family moved next to a library and that changed everything. I fell in love with books, and I was swept away to imaginary worlds. Yet so many times I wished I had someone to talk to about the stories I loved. I wanted to share the experience.
Later, after I dedicated my life to God, I made it a habit of spending my early mornings in my Bible. I loved the ways that God spoke to my heart, and I kept note of the many truths that I learned in journals. These truths helped me as a mom of young kids. As my kids grew older, I struggled with the feeling that I was not doing enough to share God’s truth with them. I’d make goals to prepare devotional times during the dinner hour, but too often my kids were eager to eat quickly so they could return outside to play with friends.
I also tried to encourage my kids to read their Bibles on their own, but some of my children struggled to read. Even if they could make it through a few pages of the Children’s Bible it was hard for them to be able to tell me what they’d just read.