What does it really matter?

On our way home from shopping on Saturday night, I was in my own little world thinking about the future and life and, yes, even death. I started to get this relaxing feeling that flowed through my body and I began to think about all of the things that I do that doesn't really matter in this life. I mean, I do tons of things that at the moment I feel matter, but when I stop and think about it, it's pointless. I'm reading a book by Vicki Courtney about the Proverbs 31 woman. She makes so many good points in there, but one of the things that I've pondered is the importance of making sure my family is first. I have been burdened lately by the massive amount of corruption that is all around us and sadly, I know that it has seeped through the walls of our house. Not that we aren't trying to keep it out. What has saddened me the most, though, is the fact that Blake is going to be bearing so much of this temptation throughout his years. In a way, I feel guilty for bringing this on him. But at the same time, I feel so much pressure to make sure that he knows about God and why we believe the way we do. If he doesn't understand "why" then he's not going to care as he gets older. Our son is going to have to keep himself pure in a culture that screams that it's okay to not wait until marriage to do marriage-like things. He has to protect himself from people that target Christian beliefs who think that it's okay to be tolerant to any other religion unless it is Christian. He has to understand that despite the fact that drugs and violence are everywhere, it's wrong. It's scary to think of all the things that my little boy has to be taught. Raun and I pray for him every single night, begging God to not only reveal Himself to Blake at an early age, but also to help us as parents to know how to show Blake that God is real and alive in a culture that wants to explain away God and thinks that God is a crutch for people who are weak. Our sermon on Sunday talked about the insignificant things, too. It made me smile because I know when God uses three different things with the same message that He is trying to get my attention. And He has it! I want to be the godly mother that Christ wants me to be. If I'm considered a "radical mom" for my beliefs and my viewpoint, then so be it. Vicki points out in her book that we're not going to be liked by everyone and sometimes our people-pleasing desires get in the way of us saying what we really feel and mean when it comes to Christianity. I'm not politically-correct and the only reason that I am somewhat is when it comes to my work because I have to be. I want to strive to be the "radical Christian" that stands out. Not the one that beats someone on the head for their lack of unbelief. I want Blake to be able to say that he can tell a difference between our family and a family who doesn't believe in God. I want him to see how God has made a difference in our lives and how He still answers prayers today. And no...they are not just coincidences. As we were driving Saturday, this song came on. If you want to hear/see it, click on this link. It was just another word from God directed to me to help Him get his message across.