09/16/2026
Raising children in faith. 🤍
Tonight I went to the first of six meetings at St. Julie Billiart for Catholic families, and I left with such a simple but important reminder on my heart.
Sometimes faith can accidentally become another thing on the to-do list.
Get the kids ready. Get everyone out the door. Make it to church. Say the prayers. Attend the meeting. Find the time in an already very full life.
And if I’m being truthful, sometimes getting three little boys ready and out the door for church can feel like a whole event in itself. 😂
But tonight reminded me that God was never meant to be something we try to fit into our lives.
He is meant to be at the center of them.
I want my boys to grow up knowing that faith isn’t just something we practice on Sundays. It’s how we live. It’s how we love people. How we forgive. How we handle the hard seasons. How we show gratitude in the beautiful ones. How we find our way back when life feels uncertain.
And I’ve noticed something in my own life…
When I stop trying to control every little thing and start centering myself around God, things seem to unfold differently.
Not necessarily perfectly. Not without hard days or challenges.
But more peacefully. 🤍
There is something about putting God first that changes the way we carry everything else.
And I want my boys to see that faith matters most not only when life is beautiful and easy, but also when it feels incredibly hard. When we’re disappointed, overwhelmed, grieving, or unsure of what comes next, I want them to know that God is still present and faith can still lead the way.
I want them to see us turn toward God in the difficult moments, not away from God. To see that faith doesn’t mean life will always be easy, but it gives us strength, hope, and direction when we don’t know what to do next.
So as I raise these little boys, I hope I can teach them that church isn’t a chore. Prayer isn’t another task. Faith isn’t something we squeeze into whatever space is left over.
It is the foundation.
I won’t always get it right. We won’t make every Sunday perfectly. There will probably be mornings when someone can’t find a shoe, someone is crying, and I’m wondering why I even attempted to leave the house. 😂
But we’ll keep showing up.
Because I want them to know God.
I want them to know they are loved by God.
I want them to have something steady to return to throughout every season of their lives.
And maybe raising children in faith is also God’s beautiful way of continually bringing us back to our own. 🤍🙏🏼
