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Go, and Don’t Believe Everything I Taught You…

Go, and Don’t Believe Everything I Taught You…

The last couple weeks of my parenting journey have been epic.

As of a month ago we have seven children, they range in age from 5 months to 20 years.

The littles have run me ragged.  I am feeling every single one of my 44 years.  And maybe I have pushed my limits.  But I love being a mom.


As we have made plans for this next season I have been terribly emotional about the departure of our oldest daughter back to the dorms, and the decision by our oldest son to join the military.  Our middle son just returned from a stint in military school – which was worth every penny.  This morning he left, dimples flashing, for his first day of dual credit classes.


In general, it is a happy time.  New adventures on the horizon, new humans in our home.

It is well.

I have bouts of weepiness.  And I am exceptionally tired.  But, overall, I want my children to go and do things that make them happy, and hopefully, bring glory to God.

Ah, God.


How I love my God.  And, I taught my children about Him.  We read scripture and we prayed. And now, as they wander about in society I hear the things they say – I am listening as they form opinions.

Their own opinions.

And I overheard “agnostic...”

Then I overheard “I don’t believe...”

Next. I overheard “I think that’s inaccurate.”

And, “That seems more like a fairy tale or myth.”

On another occasion, I heard, “I hate religion.” And, “I won’t teach my kids that.”

And years ago I would have panicked to hear my babies questioning scripture, or denying the existence of God.

But, right now, at this place of departure, I am oddly relieved.


How can that be?  Of course, there is much that can go wrong without God. And for this, I pray,  “Lord, stay with them.  Remind them.  Guide them.”

However, much can be learned in the season of want.  And I recognize want in these humans.  They are curious, they crave more.  And more is what I want for them.  More than the story of David and Goliath as told by a cucumber and tomato.

Go – fight giants.

More than a tale of a man, his boat, and wild beasts at sea.

Go – live your life without a care for the naysayers and hecklers, and take in a few strays along the way.



More than legends of seas being parted and walls tumbling down.


Go – speak boldly and by all means… lead.

And more than an anecdote of a man spending an entire night in a lion’s den, and living to tell the tales.

Go – be brave.


More than a bedtime story of a girl that became queen and saved her people.

Go – stand up for right and wrong.  Fight for the weak ones. Fear your conscience more than consequences.

More than a yarn of a prophet swallowed by a whale.

Go – go to the dark places.  Dive deep, go to the depth of solitude.  Then, go and spend time pondering what went wrong.



And oh how I pray, that the account of a virgin birth, death, and resurrection of a Jewish carpenter is written on your soul. And I beg you hear his name whispered on the wind and waves, “Jesus.” 

Go – and believe.

Go learn.  Yes, go suffer. Go stumble.  Go seek, go knock… He will answer.  When you’re in need He will be in wait.  And when you are ready, He will be more than a story – He will be yours.

And oh, how much I love My God.  I hope I did well in modeling that for you.  But alas, that was me.  And this is you.  So go, deny that which you find hard to believe.  Go and dig for answers.  Yes, go and ask the hard questions.  Go climb mountains, swim seas, and trek through deserts in search of that which will fill you up so that you never grow thirsty.


I’ll wait here.

I will continue to pray for you.  Always, I will pray for safety.  I will pray for wisdom.  And, I will pray.  Then, when you have all your answers please come home and tell me all about the adventures that lead you to your God.


It is a story I cannot wait to hear.

“Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami

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  1. Beth Kinder on February 9, 2016 at 3:43 pm

    Oh My word!!! We are right here in the cusp of all of that. One finding love and the other finding freedom! You so perfectly placed into words what I have yet to connect with another soul about. Thank you!

    • jami_amerine on February 9, 2016 at 3:45 pm


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  5. Emily Harvey on December 6, 2016 at 7:50 am

    You have written my heart. I am the oldest of 14 now adults to almost growns, mother of 5 littles. I am struggling to watch from my big sister post these bearded men I call little brothers go out, question and wander while at the same time figure out parenting my next little generation that so openly and honestly believe. You have helped me put jumbled emotions into words. Yes. Yes to every word. Thank you

    • jami_amerine on December 6, 2016 at 7:51 am


  6. Julie on December 15, 2016 at 9:28 am

    Since I have only recently found your blog I am enjoying catching up. This one is so well written!
    I didn’t find Jesus until I was 44 (I’ll b 57 in days) so I raised my son without Him. My son found Jesus before I did, but the desire to do things He says are not good led him away. I was heartbroken until I realized that He loves my son even more than I and as you say “the blood worked”! So I pray and wait and in this season I count my blessings and take his children to church. God is always good, He is bigger than any problem I will ever have, He is on the throne…..He doesn’t need my help.
    Thank you for sharing your heart with us!

    • jami_amerine on December 15, 2016 at 9:36 am

      Oh goodness… I feel yeah. I love this one too. ❤️

  7. Stacey on January 16, 2017 at 3:32 pm

    How do you get there??? I have re-read this 3 times today…. I am still in the “on the floor in tears, knots in my stomach, pleading with God” stage of prodigal parenthood…. I struggle everyday, with believing that there is still hope for the soul of my precious child. I study, I talk to other parents of prodigals, I know what the scripture says…. but the grief, the loss and the hopelessness prevail over and over again. I was a prodigal, and God called me back in a miraculous way…and yet, I have no hope and I have the guilt of having no hope… Thank you for your honestly and your faith and

    • jami_amerine on January 16, 2017 at 3:36 pm

      Sweet friend, there is no need to feel guilty for there is no condemnation in Christ. Your prayers are heard and I believe they are already answered. I pray that you can find peace as you wait for your child to be restored in the fullness of our Lord. Sometimes… The best prayer is a prayer of Thanksgiving. Believing can be as simple as saying thank you Lord for hearing my prayers I know you’ve already answered them. He is a good father and he loves you and your child and I join you and thanking him hallelujah! Love, JJ

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