How To Raise God Wise Kids In A Satan Rich World

In a world that can seem hopeless, kids need a reason to hope. In addition to teaching our children how to get into college, play sports and chase the American Dream, there is something greater to be learned. He created the universe with stars and planets, yet the desire of His heart was to reconcile with people whom He loved. In this devotional, the author shares ideas of how to help your children have a personal relationship with God. Through scripture, art and stories, she shared the opportunities she had to teach her own child to get to know God.

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Sample Chapter

Pick Your Village

And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

Hebrews 10:24-25

Society brags about self-made men who climb to the top. It leads you to believe that they did it by themselves. It reinforces the desire to be independent and not ask for help. People who need help are often thought of as weak.

As a single parent this was one of the easiest lessons. I knew I couldn’t raise a child on my own. I knew I was going to need help. God brought people into my life who would shape my daughter’s life. He does this for everyone because He believes in community. He understands the importance of this.

I can’t remember all of the names or all of the deeds, but I remember a kindergarten teacher who took my daughter home after school because I couldn’t get off work in time. I remember a group of friends who fixed up the house when we had no other means.

There have literally been hundreds people in our lives over the years. The beautiful thing was watching which people stick. Watching my daughter grow into a beautiful young woman with pieces of each person who poured into her life like a mosaic.

Not every person has been a good influence. However, I used those as teaching moments to say that not every person who comes into your life is there for your good. God will use it for good, but those people won’t.

Parents allow the person or persons God appoints to step in when you are just too tired. He knows we need an extra hand. He will send heroes to help guide their hearts because He has an interest in how the children turn out.

You will pick some, God will pick some. Don’t sweat it, just pray.

Pray that the Lord will give you people who will pray over your child, and always direct them towards God. He is a friend.

How To Raise God Wise Kids In A Satan Rich World

In a world that can seem hopeless, kids need a reason to hope. In addition to teaching our children how to get into college, play sports and chase the American Dream, there is something greater to be learned. He created the universe with stars and planets, yet the desire of His heart was to reconcile with people whom He loved. In this devotional, the author shares ideas of how to help your children have a personal relationship with God. Through scripture, art and stories, she shared the opportunities she had to teach her own child to get to know God.

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An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.

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But Zo’s time back East had given her a greater sense of who she was as a colored person. But Hattie needed to have words with her daughter today.

“Is your sister back?”

Hardy stopped and looked at her mother. Hardy was next to the oldest child for her mother. She was her father’s oldest.  Unlike Zo, her skin was a rich creamy brown and her eyes matched. At 26 years old, she was the wife of a husband, John Oliver, who worked at the meat packing plant, mother of two and part time cook for a white Baptist minister.  Her days and nights were full, but she also looked after her very sick mother.  It was not as difficult since her oldest sister came back home. She only looked in on her mother while Zo went to town. She cooked too, because she didn’t think Zo knew how to.

“Mama, you asked me that ten minutes ago. She is not back yet. You know she has to go get the papers and sashay all over town.  She need to get a job with her uppity self. She think she too good to clean and cook. What else can a woman do?”

“She got some education, Hardy. She can teach or nurse. She gonna do better than me.”

Hardy came back in the room.

“Ain’t nobody gonna do better than you, mama. You raised us, sent us to school…”

“I’m not talking about that. I mean she got some real book learning.”

“She smart, but you know that Rev Norris, is really smart too.  He helped start a bible college right here in Fort Worth.”

“If I am asleep, you tell Zo to wake me up.” Hardy knew that tone. She knew someone was going to get a whipping, even if it was just with words.

An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.

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SAMPLE

“Zoraida Williams, if you aren’t the talk of the town.”

“I beg your pardon,” Zo said looking into the eyes of a beautiful mulatto woman who blocked her way down the street.

“My name is Agness Templeton and I am the proprietor of The Falls.”

Zo was a little taken back.

“Good afternoon,” Zo said then waited for the woman to tell her what she wanted.

“Why don’t we step across the street and have a private chat?”

“No, we can talk right here.”

A little frustrated, Agness sighed.

“Miss Zo, ladies who are as attractive as us have an opportunity that will give you more money than you know what to do with.”

“Are you about to ask me to be a whore? Cause if you are about to ask me to be a whore, you need to keep walking.”

Agness chuckled.

“We all make out living on our back, whether we married or not. You may as well get paid for it. And I mean good pay. At the Falls, we deal with only the finest gentlemen who pay us very well.”

The clothes Zo wore fooled this woman. She believed the persona that Zo intended.  What Agness did not see was the child who learned the workings of prostitution by watching her father exploit women.  Zo knew that the college education she received was paid for by prostitution.

“Do you not know who my daddy was?” Zo asked and waited for the woman to answer.

Agness saw something in Zo’s face that scared her.

“You destroy our gender when you allow someone to own and pay for you in such a manner.  You mock God’s word openly with others by working for a place called the Fall, when the really sad thing is that one day someone younger and prettier will replace you.  But as you fall, God will pick you back up.”

“You think you know everything, young woman…”

“Miss Templeton, my daddy made his living off of the backs of other women and was cut down like a dog in the street,” said Zo who paused a moment and looked both ways. “There’s a reason they called him Dirty, and you don’t have any of that. You be careful.”

Zo walked on shaking her head.