Today I was scrolling through one of my news-feeds on my phone and found a picture of a handsome young man standing with friends and smiling. His demeanor was confident but humble, sincere and amiable. I saw a wonderful person that I was glad to know. It was a my son.
He has grown and matured, showing natural leadership skills that have been honed, shaped, and sharpened by the people in his life– at home of course- but specifically at school and at a church.
It was at that moment when I felt myself step back and realize that in a matter of twenty-four months he will graduate high school. My time with him is nearly over. And just twelve months after he graduates, his brother will wear a cap and gown.
In thirty-six months my season as Mom-on-call-twenty-four/seven will be ending. Who said that was allowed?
I look at my sons while they are sleeping and remember when “just yesterday” I was rocking them to sleep and singing lullabies. Or when I was teaching them to walk like the “big kids.” I still see that precious bundle I brought home from the hospital.
I find myself praying a lot now. Not in long quiet times, but in short bursts for the boys as they participate in sports, drive to their small group, serve at the church. I pray that they continue to walk with God, serve others humbly and are grateful for the blessings God has poured out over their lives.
It is in that moment that I remind myself of some of my earliest prayers for the boys.
Father, thank you for entrusting these precious boys to me. I pray they will know your plan for their lives and follow it with their whole hearts. I pray they will see Jesus in me and know a life with Him is the best life to live. May they know you as their God and not just the God of their parents. Thank you for loving them. Amen