South Heights Kids

09/04/2024

South Heights Assembly - 7 pm.

03/18/2020

Can I get an amen?! 😂

11/30/2019

Speak life over your family today! ❤️

11/26/2019

FYI- if you’re looking for something inexpensive to do with your kids on break...

Admission will be $1 to all guests.

11/25/2019

We are blessed!

11/10/2019

Join us @ 10:30 this morning for Kid’s Church!

10/31/2019

10/20/2019

Hmmmm...

10/13/2019

Parents, bring your ‘gifts’ to church tomorrow! ❤️👏🏻🙌

10/02/2019

This!

I choose church with my kids NOT because I like the chaos of getting everyone out the door in clothes they think are “too dressy” (even though they are basically t-shirts) or because I like hearing the whines of why any shoe other than a tennis shoes is too tight. Because I do not. 🤣

I choose church with my kids NOT because it feels like the easy thing to do. Or the thing I want to do when I’m trying to curl my hair with constant interruptions from sons asking about where to find a toothbrush or because it’s fun to choose an outfit with someone pulling on my leg after finding three of my dresses feel a bit too tight. Because truthfully it’s just not very fun. 🤪

I choose church with my kids NOT because I see a huge and instant change in their hearts after the weekly lesson. Or that because by hearing a scripture that week it will make them listen better to me that day. Or stop crying at drop off and trying to rip my dress off. Because we’re ten years in and I always still have to pull at least one child off me crying. It’s just our thing. 🙃

So nope, that’s not why I choose to go to church with my kids. 🖤

Instead, I choose to go to church with my kids because I know it’s a life-long investment. Actually, it’s even more than that. It’s an eternal one that is worth every struggle to get them out the door.

And I choose it because I know that one day the scripture they learned today in Sunday school WILL one day be the one that Jesus uses to direct their heart in a moment of uncertainty. And fear. And they will find truth and comfort in what they’ve been taught. Because it was planted in their heart so the harvest would one day be there. 🌱

And I choose church because I know that by bringing them to these four walls where we consciously choose to make Jesus our priority, one day when they’re grown and need the church more than ever, they will be able to comfortably walk in and find peace within the walls of a church they choose for themselves. And just be able to breathe knowing it’s a place for everyone always — mistakes and all — including them.

Basically, I choose church not because I like the struggle of leaving home but because one day when they are in the middle of their greatest struggle, they will find their home in Jesus. 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

And that makes every week of “seeing” the outward crazy of making church happen know the “unseen” growth of what is going on in their little hearts worth it.

That’s why I choose church. ⛪️🖤✨

08/24/2019

Take your kids to church.
Make the effort. Wake them up early. Fool with the belts and the buckles and the fancy hair bows. Endure the sleepy, grumpy faces and the misplaced shoes. Run around like a mad woman gathering everybody’s everything and trying to get out the door on time. Hop to the car with a shoe in one hand and your make-up bag in the other. Give those babies a pop-tart and some milk and let ‘em eat it in the car. If its raining, get wet. If its cold, get a jacket. If you’re tired, go tired. But take those babies to church. You know why?

Because Jesus is there.

He’s there. And He’ll meet them there. And you too, Mama.
He’ll be there in the sweet smile of their Sunday School teacher as she greets them into their room. He’ll be there in the goldfish and the apple juice and the filling of their little bellies and hearts. He’ll be there in the hug from a sweet friend and the encouraging smile that assures you that they “just barely made it” too. He’ll be there in the sacred words read from the Bible speaking truth to their little impressionable hearts. He’ll be there in the worship and the raised hands and the watery eyes and whispers of praise.

So take them. Carry all of their Bibles and drawings and toilet paper tube creations. Sit by them in worship. Open your Bible and open theirs. Show them how to find the scripture the pastor is preaching from. Show them how to worship. Explain to them why He’s worthy of worship. Let them see you laugh and cry and praise and study. Forgive their wiggles and paper rustles and know that they’re listening even when it seems like they aren’t. Ask them questions and answer the ones they ask you. Introduce them to Jesus. Tell them of His greatness - his power - his faithfulness. Tell them with your words and show them with your life. Tell them what he’s done for you and how you’ve been changed by His grace and forgiveness and goodness and love. Tell them how they can be too. Point them to Jesus. Over and over and over again.

Take your kids to church. They’ll love it there. It’s the only place where they can go and just be themselves. They don’t have to “be” good enough or smart enough or athletic enough. They don’t have to perform for approval or achievement. They just get to go and hear how much God loves them. Just because they’re them. Just because He created them, they’re valued. Wanted. Their worth isn’t based on the grades they make or their ability to throw a curveball. Its not dependent on their performance or skill level. And they need a little more of that, don’t you think? A little more grace and a little less pressure. A little more love and a few less demands.

Take them to church. Before you take them to the ballfield or the dance studio or the gym. Before you take them on vacation or to grandma’s or to the backyard to play. Take them to church. Let them know its a priority. Show them it has eternal value. Let them see you set aside schedules and extra curricular activities and work and busy-ness to be present with the Lord in His house. I promise you won’t regret it. I promise you it won’t return back void.
Take them to church.

(Borrowed) Author unknown.