Experiencing God

I don't share God with my kids often enough.
There, I said it. 
Yes, they see me reading my Bible and praying. Yes, they know that I attend Bible study and understand the value that attending church holds in our family. Yes, I am beginning to worship more freely in hopes that they will understand worship, in all forms, is okay. However, there are many things about God that I don't share with them. 
Often, when they ask me questions about my blog, why I do something or about a specific event - like when I spoke earlier this year in Southern California - I avoid telling them, "God asked me to do that" or "The Holy Spirit prompted me to go." 
Why? Maybe it's because I'm worried that they may not understand, it may be too much for their young minds to comprehend. Maybe it's because I don't fully understand it myself and I am afraid I won't be able to answer their questions. They don't need to know everything, do they?
Yes, they do. Especially, about God.
Last week, my nine-year old asked me why I "don't have Bible study" anymore? She was referring to the two ladies I would get together with each Monday night. We began a break in late April due to crazy schedules, vacations and a need for rest. I was tempted to answer her with something simple or even avoid her question altogether. But, something wouldn't let me. Not this time.
So, I explained to her why we had taken a break and then said, "But, I will be starting another Bible study soon." 
"You mean you're starting one or doing one?" she asked.
"Starting one. At church."
"Wow. Cool."
It was the end of the conversation, but I could tell it made an impression. We had experienced a teachable God-moment. I hope it showed her that not only is it okay to do something for God, it's okay to start something new for him too.
Lately, I have been struggling with how to explain God to O. Because of his concrete thinking, a term like, "ask Jesus to live in your heart" doesn't make sense to him. This has become even more important to me as his nighttime fears have increased. I want him to know that God is with him always, will protect him and has the power to take away his fears. Yes, this is big for a six-year old, especially for a six-year old who mostly lives in a black and white world - one where if you got a gift on Christmas Eve, you would never say you got it for Christmas because that would be wrong.
After having another frustrating conversation with O about Jesus and his power within us, God reminded me of a friend, another mother who has a son similar to O. She had mentioned something at my last IF: Table gathering about how she had explained the term "born again" to her son. I sent her a message on Facebook and was so encouraged by her response. While the conversation she had with her son on this topic was helpful for future conversations I may have with O, it's what she said to me after that made more of an impact. She wrote,
"I also have decided to surrender to the fact that God made [my son] and knows the best way to connect with him. I recently realized, he's relentlessly pursuing relationship with [my son] (with all of us really) but I have no doubt that [my son] will encounter Jesus in ways that only God could orchestrate. I have just decided to trust in this."
I read this verse in Psalm this morning. It convicted me. I truly believe it was God, once again, revealing to me the importance of sharing him with others, which includes my children.

I don't want to tell my children what I know about God, I want to share the truth of God's power and mighty wonders. I want my children to see God. Not just on the pages of scripture or during a Sunday school lesson. I want them to see him in everything. Because he is there. 
I want them to experience God.