“You complete me” and other lies Hollywood tells us about love

12167016_10208006309258917_852143385_n“Hello. I’m looking for my wife. Alright. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen. I’m not letting you get rid of me. How about that? This used to be my specialty. I was good in a living room. Send me in there, I’ll do it alone. And now I just… I don’t know…but our little company had a good night tonight. A really big night. But it wasn’t complete, it wasn’t nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn’t share it with you. I couldn’t hear your voice, or laugh about it with you. I missed my wife. We live in a cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors, I love you. You complete me. And I just…”


Do you remember that famous speech? It’s what Jerry Maguire uttered to Dorothy Boyd in his “heart felt” attempt to win her back. He had ignored her and broken her heart in many ways throughout the movie, even though she has stepped out of her job to support him in his personal career goals… she finally had enough. At the end of the movie we all watch with baited breath as he finally puts forth some effort. And how did she respond?

‘Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at hello”


Ahhh romance. Every woman watching that movie with her girlfriends longed to have her husband utter those words.

You complete me.” 

Do you know the main problem with that sentence? Your husband can’t complete you. It’s not his job to complete you. If you enter a relationship with the expectation that your spouse will “complete you” your marriage will suffer. We are all designed to need to be completed by something, there is definitely a hole in our souls that we long to fill. Hollywood tells us to fill that hole with a man, with a soul mate, with love. However, that void can only be filled by God. Praising Him through prayer, worship, service and seeking Him. That hole in your heart was put there by God. He designed us to know that something is missing so that we would seek Him. He’s the only one who can complete you. 

Isaiah 43:21 

21 the people I formed for myself that they may proclaim my praise.

Think back to all the relationships you’ve watched on the television or big screen in your lifetime. Ross & Rachel, Michael & Sarah, Cliff & Clair, even Zach & Kelly and Kevin & Winnie. We are told that we need to be completed by the perfect romantic relationship at a very young age. Hollywood models relationships after unattainable standards. They also show us love through the world’s lens. Not God’s.

Love isn’t perfect. It’s messy. Yes, we all feel that new relationship feeling. The warm and fuzzy butterflies that make us swoon every time we think about our new love. But that fades. Husbands leave dirty socks in the floor; wives burn dinner. Children come and things get really crazy. If you’ve used your marriage to try to fill your spiritual needs you’ll be feeling some serious strain at this point. Without a relationship with Christ, you can’t understand true grace. Grace is undeserved mercy. That’s beautiful isn’t it? If my husband tracks dirt through the house I can have one of two reactions. I can get mad and start a fight or I can sweep it up, understanding all he does for me. Maybe he was out cutting the grass and tracked dirt in when he was done? That’s grace. That’s a very simple example but you get what I’m saying. We make mistakes, we aren’t perfect, but we still love each other because we choose to.


Most television relationships promote sin. Ross & Rachel lived together and were physically intimate long before their drunken wedding ceremony in Vegas. They had a child together while they continued to date other people. When they came home and sobered up they had an annulment. No biggie right? Their marriage was disposable. Do all of these things happen in real life? Of course. Does God love any of the people who have been in this situations any less? Not even a little bit. I lived with my husband for nearly 3 years before we married. It was a sin. I’m not proud of it but it’s part of who I am. It’s part of our testimony. You see, we were young and not in church. We lived in the world and in the world it’s acceptable to live together before marriage. They do it on tv and in movies all the time. That sin has become an acceptable sin because we’ve been taught that “everyone is doing it” and so we do.

God wants us to model our relationships after His Word. We are spiritually and emotionally complete when we have an intimate relationship with Christ. Walking daily with Him, depending on Him, talking to Him every step of the way. That’s what completes us. Then and only then can we have a successful, godly marriage. When you allow yourself to be completed by God it takes the pressure off your husband. You’re able to give him grace for his imperfections, he’s allowed to be human. When you aren’t expecting him to meet every emotional and spiritual need you have you’ll be happier in your marriage because you no longer have unrealistic expectations from each other.

Hollywood also tells us that if we are unhappy with our spouse, when we feel that they aren’t completing us, we should look for a new one. When we get married we say vows, they vary in the exact wording, but traditionally they all involve the following.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.” 

The Bible tells us that when we are married before Him we become one flesh. We don’t marry for a season or until we aren’t feeling fulfilled any longer, we marry until death do us part.

Matthew 19:4-6

“Haven’t you read,” he replied, “that at the beginning the Creator ‘made them male and female,’[a] and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’[b]? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

Divorcing your spouse because they don’t make you feel special any longer goes back to that hole you’re trying to fill in your soul. You see, people are selfish. It’s part of our sin nature. The world tells us to look out for ourselves, are we being served? Does my husband bring me presents, does he make me feel pretty, does he meet my needs? A godly marriage, between two people who are modeling Christ in their marriage looks different. Spouses ask how can I serve my husband or wife? How can I show them they are loved? How can I make them feel special?

See the difference? It goes from “What have you don’t for me lately?” to “What can I do for you?” (<<<did you see what I did there, music is another way the world tells us how we should love)

Let me be clear. I am in no way advocating for anyone to stay with a spouse who is mentally, physically, sexually or even verbally abusive. I’m not even advocating staying with a spouse who has been unfaithful, although I believe that some marriages can survive unfaithfulness if the cheating partner has genuine repentance and remorse. Those couples need to seek counselling together to repair their marriage. If your spouse is habitually unfaithful you are not going to get genuine anything from them, in which case, divorce is acceptable, even in God’s eyes.

Matthew 19:9

9And I say to you: whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another, commits adultery.”

You see, God knew that marriage would be hard. He knew that it would take work, therefore he set up guidelines and rules to ensure we give each other grace for most situations, and that some situations just can’t be repaired. Love is an action. It’s not a fuzzy feeling when he touches your hand or you kiss his cheek. Love is grace in action. Love is accepting that your spouse isn’t perfect and loving them regardless because you are one flesh, joined in the eyes of the Lord.

So to recap. God completes us which gives us strength. God’s perfect strength gives us the ability to give grace to our spouses when we realize that they aren’t perfect, when the new wears off. That grace that we give is given back to us when we don’t deserve it. Spouses learn to serve and love each other the way that Christ loves us. Hollywood has it all wrong. God designed it perfectly.

Can I Get a Monday Do Over? Please?

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Mondays are supposed to be the chance to start a new week, full of possibility and promise. But we all know they aren’t. They are the day that steals our joy almost as soon as they begin.

Yesterday, Monday, I started my day off right. I am using a new running app. I love it, It tells me what to do. “Ok, start running for 3 minutes,” “And lets walk for 1 minute, ” “Now sprint for 15 seconds…” I ran 3.5 miles and I felt pretty great. Like I could take on the world right? Well, the world is very different from 3 homeschool kids.

As soon as I got in, Liv greeted me at the door. John was finishing up his breakfast and headed up stairs so I was in charge. I always hope she’ll sleep until I can at least get a cup of coffee in me, but this is Monday so no such luck. I made her some pancakes (the microwaveable kind, I’m not a hero on Mondays) and myself a cup of liquid gold. The boys joined us soon after… everything was going ok so far. I fixed their breakfasts and headed up to get a shower. The boys had instructions, “Eat your breakfast, clean up your mess and get dressed for school.” Easy right? Think they followed them? Nope.

Almost as soon as I stepped out of my 2 minute shower, I heard the boys fighting in my bedroom. I walk in to find them both, still in their jammies, rolling around on my bedroom floor like a couple of hyenas. I felt the urge to scream but I held it together. I sent them to their rooms to get ready and I threw on some clothes. Olivia and I walked down stairs… that’s where Monday began.

There were breakfast plates all over the table, at least my sweet husband had moved his to the counter by the sink… As I took inventory of our  beautiful new home I saw that the boys had flooded the bathroom floor and left their dirty clothes in a pile in the middle of the water from showers the night before. There were shoes and toys strewn about from the front door to the back. A half eaten bag of pretzels on the couch, open… and tiny plastic wrappers everywhere… I picked one up… Pecan Swirls… they had literally opened them, ate them and just dropped the trash. Really? I realize that kids will be kids, but these boys are 8 and 10, they know better. Monday.

I called the boys down and I yelled. They hurried around, cleaning their mess. Olivia following behind them, barking orders herself… she’s seen me do this a few times. Once it was picked up I had them sit in their desks with a pencil and paper. We were having a come to Jesus meeting. I wrote House Rules on the white board and they copied them down.

1. NO TV Until after school is over

2. Clean up your own messes

3. Turn the lights off when you leave a room (this is a big problem in our house)

4.Put your dirty clothes away

5. NO SMART MOUTHS (this one is for Collin… he’s sassy like his momma)

6. Follow directions the first time

Simple rules really, in my mind I think they should already know these but clearly my kids needed a reminder.

We laminated the rules and taped them to their desks, a constant reminder. I felt pretty good about my meeting so we started school.

Kaden goes first, always… Collin plays with Liv until it’s his turn.

School went pretty well with Kaden, he was having a good focus day (he’s our ADD boy) and we ended with a smile.

Then it was Collin’s turn, Kaden went upstairs with the instruction to watch his sister. I told him that if she wanted to watch TV they could, but it had to be one of her shows… Clifford, Sophia, Doc McStuffins… Shows that wont suck a 10 -year-old boy in. I knew that he would pay attention to her if they were watching “baby” shows.

I went back downstairs and started school with Collin. 15 minutes later, Olivia came walking down the stairs alone (she’s not allowed to ever be on the stairs without holding someone’s hand), covered in blue gatorade. You know that if a toddler is covered in anything, chances are something else is covered too, right? So I call up to Kaden…

Me “Where’s your sister?”

Kaden “She’s right here mom.”

Me “You sure?”

Kaden “Hey! Where’d she go?!”

Me “She’s down stairs wearing blue gatorade”

I asked Liv where the mess was and she says sweetly “Come on mom, I will show you!”

I go up and there’s gatorade everywhere, on the table, on the carpet… beige carpet with blue gatorade is a shocking sight. After I surveyed the damage I noticed that Kaden was watching Hot Wheels. Hmmm… that’s why he didn’t even notice she was gone. You see, some people don’t realize that ADD kids have laser like focus when they are interested in something. An atom bomb could have gone off and he wouldn’t have flinched.

I lost it. Yelling, screaming, angry words left my lips. I threw a hissy fit, cleaned up the mess and reinstructed Kaden… then headed back downstairs.

Not long after, Kaden and Olivia came down to play playdoh at the kitchen table. Great, that’s a quiet activity, she’s not in danger of falling down the stairs, I’m good with this. Liv gets into playdoh, she loves it… which is why she had a poopy accident yesterday, on Monday, because she had to go and she didn’t want to stop playing. Cleaning up poo isn’t fun, ever. Well played Monday. Well played.

Now I’m sitting there, after cleaning up the mess, trying to dive back into school with Collin, I can’t find where we left off because I’m flying by the seat of my pants anyway… I didn’t do lesson plans the night before because there just wasn’t time. See, we are in the throws of the MLB post season and this is a big deal here in the Herrell House, a virtual holiday if you will… My sweet husband thinks it’s a holiday from bedtime… our boys have been sitting up until 10:30 or 11:00 Every. Single. Night. For a week!

I know you girls know what I mean when I say that by the end of the night, I don’t want to see my kids… at least not awake. I prefer to see them sleeping soundly in their beds.  I love them dearly, but I have been needed, wanted, touched, climbed on, wiped on, and tasked all day long. I need a break. I wand some adult time, nothing crazy, just having an hour or so where no one needs anything from me. I don’t have to wipe a bottom or pour a milk, or clean up a mess. Just to talk, watch TV, veg out a bit. The volume level in our house drops drastically when our kids are in bed. I’m craving quiet. I’m not getting that right now and it makes for a very cranky momma. We need downtime. NEED, not WANT…

So back to Monday… we finally got done with school and I sat down to do a bit of work while the kids ate lunch. That’s when Collin appeared, asking for the dustpan. Now, this isn’t a normal question for an 8-year-old boy so of course I had to investigate… he spilled a bag of popcorn all over the kitchen floor. #Monday

I could go on and on about how our day derailed. The broken trinket a rogue baseball hit, the missing baseball bat that we still haven’t been able to locate, all the countless spills, quarrels and inconveniences but I’m sure I don’t have to… You likely have a similar disdane for Monday. We all do. Our Mondays, or Tuesdays or any days… are filled with the craziness of motherhood. My stress outlet is to share mine with you. I find a bit of comic relief to put “pen to paper” or key to screen in this instance?? It helps me laugh it off to know that someone else is laughing at me er… with me?? So thanks for reading and I hope we all have a better week!



Obedience isn’t just for children


Can we talk for a few minutes about obedience? God has laid this word on my heart today. As mothers, we talk about or ask for obedience on the regular, don’t we? We instill it in our kids, we punish them when they aren’t obedient. I know in our home we have regular time-outs or restrictions when our kids don’t follow the rules. Sometimes disobedience requires a spanking. We give our children instructions, they are clear and we expect them to follow those instructions. We understand that they are children and they are going to mess up but as a general rule, we expect obedience.

So does God. Not just for our children though, He expects it from us, He’s laid out all the rules. He gives us instructions, tiny whispers spoken in our hearts. Oh but He, in His infinite wisdom, knows that we are going to make mistakes. His plan for our life is so perfect though. When we make mistakes we come to Him with genuine repentance in our hearts and He lovingly forgives us. Do you know that there is often a consequence in that plan? No, God won’t put us in a time out in the same sense that we do with our children, but sometimes our sin will separate us from important things in our life. A friend, a relationship, maybe something we want to do.

Proverbs 3:9-10

Honor the Lord with your wealth,    with the firstfruits of all your crops;10 then your barns will be filled to overflowing,    and your vats will brim over with new wine.

For example, God has instructed us to honor him with our first fruits. This is our tithe. Tithing is not about money, tithing is about obedience. God asks us to trust him enough to give our tithe before we give to any other bill. When we disobey this we will likely find ourselves in financial struggles. When we spend our money only on the things that please us, we may find ourselves unable to afford things that we need or even want later on. However, when we honor God with our money, when we give Him our trust and obedience, He blesses us.

When my husband I first started attending church we didn’t tithe. We gave money, when we felt we had extra, but that wasn’t what God wanted from us. Giving money when all your bills are paid, when your belly is full and your wallet is overflowing isn’t trusting God. It’s saying “Okay, all my wants and needs are fulfilled, here… you can have what’s left.” Those aren’t your first fruits. When you get your paycheck and the first thing you do is give to God, before you see how much is left over, before the bills are paid, when your savings is empty… that’s when you’re trusting God. That’s when you’re saying “God, I don’t know how I’m going to fair this month, but I’m going to be obedient to you.” This is what he wants. Do you know that God doesn’t want or need your money? He’s God! He wants your dependence, your trust and your obedience.

So back to my hubby and I… we didn’t tithe for nearly a year. It wasn’t until after we went through Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University (<<< I HIGHLY recommend this class!) that we began trusting God. I remember when we wrote our first tithe check. It was a little nerve wracking to give that much money away but we trusted Him. We knew that He would bless our obedience and that He would meet our needs. Notice I said needs not wants… Within a week of me writing our first tithe check I was checking the mail and I had an envelope from the local hospital. It was a refund check for a bit more than we had just tithed, from our middle son’s birth 3 years earlier. Can you imagine the odds? Now, is God going to send you a check every time you give Him yours? Of course not, but He does bless you for the obedience. For us it’s been in the form of a promotion at my husband’s work, the ability for me to stay home and homeschool our kids, being able to get out of debt and begin saving money. He orchestrated us moving into a house that is nearly 2 times the size of our old home and would you believe that our payment is $100 LESS per month? That’s how God blesses us. Our obedience to Him puts us in His will. It puts us on a path where we are following after His heart. And He pours out His blessings on His children. You only need to read Deuteronomy 28 to see how God feels about obedience.

Several years ago I was driving home with our middle child; who was two at the time. He noticed that Chick Fil A was up ahead and asked for a biscuit. We weren’t in a hurry so I decided to stop. As we were turning in I noticed a man standing on the corner. He had a sign stating that he was hungry. I felt God speak to my heart, He told me to buy this man breakfast, so I did. I ordered him a chicken biscuit and a coffee as it was pretty cold outside but as I was paying fear struck me. Here I was, a woman, alone with a small child and I was about to approach a strange man in the street. I reached over and grabbed my purse while I was still in the drive thru lane. I put it on the floor behind the passenger seat so that it wasn’t within reach of the window and I prayed, “God, I’m doing what You want me to do but I am scared. Please protect us.” As I pulled out of the parking lot I could see the corner where the man was standing only now the scene was very different. There was a police car there with the blue lights on and two officers had this man up against the back of their car. They were patting him down. He was being arrested, for what I have no clue. There I sat, at the red light beside them;  I had his hot coffee in my cup holder and his breakfast in a bag on the passenger seat. God had protected me, He had shown me in a way that would reach me like no other (my husband and my mother are both law enforcement so seeing the blue lights spoke a message of safety to me) that He was there. I was so amazed. I called my husband, I told my pastor, I called anyone and everyone I could think of to tell what God had done for me that day!

Later that night I met some girlfriends at a fancy sushi restaurant for a birthday dinner. It’s an expensive place and there were probably 20 of us sitting together celebrating our friend. I had a couple of sushi rolls and a diet coke but most of my friends at the time were sharing bottles of wine and lots of food. As they were just getting started I was ready to leave, I’m not a drinker myself, and I tended to cut out when things got exciting. I asked the waitress for my check, it should have been about $25 if I was calculating correctly. The waitress smiled and said “it’s been taken care of.” I was confused, I assumed one of my girlfriends had picked up my tab but that wasn’t the case. An elderly gentlemen who sat inside had seen the celebration we were having on the porch. He had paid the nearly $600 (my best estimate based on the number of women and what our table ordered)tab for our entire group. He hadn’t even come out to tell us. He paid and left. The waitress said he does this about once a month, he picks a table and blesses them without ever saying a word.

I went back to my friends and told them what had happened, I also told them about what God had done for me that morning. One or two of them laughed, they thought I was making a whole lot out of a coincidence but I knew. I knew that God had rewarded my obedience. He had showed me He was watching. He made His presence known to me that day. He showed me that when I am obedient He takes notice.

God whispers to our hearts. He gives us little tasks throughout our days, some of those tasks may seem menial or even silly, but when we are obedient He moves mountains with those small tasks.

Be obedient, be submissive, look for the appointments in your life that God places before you. Even when you don’t have time or the desire, obey Him. Don’t let fear be an obstacle, fear nearly kept me from homeschooling my kids. God called me to be on this journey and He has blessed me for obeying, but fear delayed me for a full year. I didn’t trust that God could work through this area of my life. I felt like the stress would be too great. The task too difficult. But my God knew, He knew that this was where I needed to be. He knew that my children would thrive. He knew that our family would grow in a way that I can’t even put into words. He grew my faith. He grew my trust. He grew my relationship with Him. Obedience, Obedience is the key to following God’s heart. It’s the key to happiness, to being contented in your life. It’s not just what we expect of our children, it’s what our heavenly father expects from us.

Raising Respectful Kids

12084245_10207926085253367_217915034_nI am a mother to two baseball fanatic little boys who are quickly growing into young men. We are at the beginning of our fall baseball season so our family is spending a great deal of time at the local ball fields. As a homeschool family, I have to say that we sincerely enjoy having the kids around all the other boys a few times a week. It’s great for the socialization everyone always worries about! However, watching the games I am reminded of all those influences I am trying to hard to protect my boys from. The vast majority of the players in our league are great kids. They play well together, and they have great sportsmanship. But there are those few who seem to forget that it’s just a game. Parents yelling and screaming at a child for striking out quickly leads to a kid who will yell and scream and stomp off the field when he’s tagged out in a play.

This week I watched a child throw his arms up and argue with an umpire because he didn’t agree with a play. I know it sounds silly and small but picture a 10-year-old child arguing with a grown man over a baseball game, this isn’t a small problem. It’s disrespect for authority and it’s so prevalent among young men these days. My middle son saw it too, he looked at me with a little bit of horror on his face… I smiled and reminded him quietly that I’d better never see him do such a thing. He shook his head, assuring me that he wouldn’t dream of it.

We’ve worked very hard to teach our children that God has set people in authority over us and that we are to be respectful to everyone, not just the people we agree with. It seems that society as a whole has stopped teaching this lesson. Have you ever looked up the definition of respect in the dictionary? Merriam-Webster defines it as follows…

Respect: a feeling or understanding that someone or something is important, serious, etc., and should be treated in an appropriate way

In order for a child to be able to respect someone they need to understand that the person has value. It seems that many children today are taught that their value is above all others and this is the death of respectfulness in children and young adults. As I watch these kids on the ball field, I see 3 major respect killers… and I think we are all guilty of them at times.

Respect killer #1: Undermining Authority

Think about it in this scenario… a boy is running to first after hitting a ground ball and he’s thrown out. The umpire calls him out and the child leaves the field right? No big deal, it happens to every single kid who ever plays the game. But what if that child gets to the dugout and is upset, as many of them are, and rather than telling the child that it’s ok, he’ll do better next time, the parent tells him that the umpire is wrong or blind or that he was clearly safe! Guess what that parent just did? He lessened the value of the umpire in the eyes of the child. Now that child has lost respect for this person of authority in his life. The same thing happens in school, if a parent tells a failing child that the teacher is picking on him and that it’s not his fault he has a bad grade the parent lessons the value of the teacher, which in turn causes the child to not respect the teacher.

God tells us that we are to respect the governing authorities in our life as they are all placed there by Him. This means all, teachers, umpires, bosses, presidents… God has placed these people in a position of authority over each of us for a purpose. When a parent challenges that authority to a child he is undermining God’s will in that child’s life.

Ephesians 6:4 4 Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.

It takes a great deal of discipline over our own mouths to raise respectful children. It’s easy when we see our child hurting to blame the person of authority, but it’s not the right way to handle the situation. When we let our child learn to deal with life’s disappointments we are teaching them not only to respect the authorities put in place above them but we are also teaching them to work harder in future situations.

Respect Killer #2: Children who are taught they are perfect

There has been one perfect soul on this planet. Jesus Christ is perfection. He’s the bar so to speak. Somehow our society has decided that we need to tell our children that they are the best at everything for the sake of their self esteem. I have news for you… your child isn’t perfect. Don’t worry, neither is mine. My kids are flawed. Parenting imperfect children is hard. It’s a constant battle between their flesh and my faith. Telling your children that they are perfect is actually a huge disservice. I know I’m using a lot of baseball analogies but stay with me here: If a child strikes out and comes into the dugout crying, you have two choices… you can tell him that the ump called them strikes when they were clearly balls but you’ll once again undermine the authority of the umpire.You’ll also create a lack of respect in your child’s heart. If you lift him up and tell him he’ll do better next time you’ll encourage him to practice and to work hard; to be diligent in his work. Which one of these scenarios is going to create a more respectful adult?

If we want our children to esteem someone above themselves we have to be willing to tell our children that there are other people who are better than they are. That’s a hard one in today’s society. We spend countless time telling our kids how great they are. How they are the best at everything. They get a trophy every single time the show up for a season, regardless of how hard they work. We’ve created a generation of kids with a huge amount of self worth but very little respect for anyone else. It has to stop. It’s ok if your kid isn’t the star. It’s ok if they aren’t the best student in class. Coming in second should be met with encouragement to work hard, not an explanation of how they were wronged in some way by not being recognized as the best.

Respect Killer #3: Being a disrespectful adult

You can’t raise a respectful child if you are not a respectful adult. When you are a parent you are being watched constantly. Every single thing you do or say in front of your children is written into their hearts. They learn from how you react to situations. If you argue with the umpire at a game, guess what they’ll do?? Yep, they’ll argue too. If you’re disrespectful to the adults around you they’ll learn to do the same. As a parent, you have to be willing to admit that you aren’t perfect either. You have to understand that God has put people in authority over you too. And you have to treat them as such. Show your children how to treat people of authority, teach them that their God is bigger than everyone, even you. Teach them to put others first, our society will be better for it.

Phillippians 2:3

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves…

Value others above yourselves… How hard is that? That’s the bar, that’s the goal. Those little words are how we raise respectful young men and women rather than a society of brats. Instilling this in our kids is how we end the attack on authority in this nation. It’s how we ensure that our kids will be godly adults who raise more godly, respectful children. It’s how we make sure that the next generation loves each other rather than just themselves.