Jesus told us to create disciples. My children would sit in their baby seats and watch as I practiced for services, had worship practice, would be around other members of my congregation as they visited our home, sat in the front pew when I preached or did a baptism, came to weddings I performed, and family funerals as they got older.
They would take meals to people’s homes with me and pray when people were in need, sit in the room as I wrote worship music on the piano, and began to write their own at a young age.
My oldest daughter sat through seminary classes at Fuller with me after getting an ice cream in the cafeteria — she loved it. We had fun doing these things together; it has became who we are simply because it was modeled. Mom was always close for hugs and encouragement, and it just became an element of our lives.