that moment

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 

 

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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