The sons God gave to me and Jason are growing rapidly into young men.
I am afraid to blink my eyes twice. Braedon might be married. Jackson might be across the country at college studying physical therapy.
I do not claim to know each of their intensely personal dreams.
However, we mama’s know things in that secret place, where God knit them … where their tiny feet stretched our bodies from the inside out, where their eternity-laden hearts beat rhythmically, reminding us our life was no longer our own.
From babies to young men. Such momentous changes, yet nearly the same because God who made them doesn’t change. Though God will continue to draw and sanctify Jackson and Braedon, He gifted and equipped them in the womb for their exact number of earthly days, with each ordained challenge and accompanying victory.
Oh how my heart just hovers in awe at them, not at the visible things others see, but at the deep nuances of who God is leading them to be.
Braedon’s ears perked up in class when he overheard someone talking about a counselor who gave her friend a Bible verse: “what’s a Bible verse going to do?” When Braedon shared this with me, it gave me opportunity to encourage him to pray for these two young women. Also, I thanked God for Braedon knowing, in that secret place, the life-changing power of God’s word. Braedon gave testimony at Revival in August, telling many how the Bible and prayer helped him learn to put his trust in God, not in friends … after being bullied.
Jackson, who is in a season of struggle, has shared so much from his heart with me, a true gift. He is observing some old friends “try too hard to fit in”. Self-reportedly, Jackson has opted out of this behavior and walked around by himself. I thank God for how He is setting my Jackson apart for His purpose and His glory, by drawing him away from peer pressured behavior to the authentic choice to walk alone.
But know that the Lord has set apart His faithful servant for Himself; the Lord hears when I call to Him (Psalm 4:3).
Not easy to walk in the way of the Lord, apart, but a character-building action prayerfully fixed toward the Cross for the rest of Jackson’s days.
Up until a few years ago, Jackson was athletic, social, and happy. I will admit I loved watching him play sports, using the unique gifting God gave him. I have watched and listened as Jackson slowly let go of sports as a future occupation, even as a high school activity. He just informed me today he thinks he should focus on school, so that he can go to college for a career. Praise God!
We as parents we need to be cautious. We mustn’t “follow the popular crowd”, posting and praising our given children’s accomplishments.
Instead, we need to keep pulse with our babies’ rhythms set by Their Perfect Father in heaven.
Surely you desire truth in the inmost being; You teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice (Psalm 51:6-8).
Let’s bend our ears to hear our sons’ whispers of wisdom, and sometimes their underlying ripples of soul trouble.
When you and I face God, He will not ask to see our latest Facebook posts about their visible skill sets or how big their muscles got during weight training.
He will ask did we teach our children to love and follow His Son Jesus.
Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it (Proverbs 22:6).
Thank you for all who are here, reading and leaning into His truth. For we are here to encourage each other not to turn from Him but to turn toward Him.
I pray each of you has had reason to rejoice this week, no matter the season in your life. Though Jackson’s birthday wasn’t dripping with smiles and hoorays, I thank God for our family time and all the wisdom pouring out his heart and mouth. Sometimes peace reigns over joy, and that is ok. During past bouts of my own depression, joy has been quiet. Always, God is faithful to bring it back one morning.
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FYI, I will be offering a new online class, Healing from Your Past. If you are interested, please email and let me know. I am not sure of the specifics (platform, time, Book of the Bible,) yet. I will look forward to whomever God brings.
In His love and for His glory,