from the moment you find out your body is home for another tiny human being you are sacrificing, worrying, growing gray hair, crying, remembering, praying, looking towards the future, preparing, disciplining, wondering, planning, crying some more, wrinkles increasing, all this and the oldest kid I have is 11 years old.... or as he likes to, so often, remind me a spits mark from 12.
My two oldest boys are remarkable... and I still do all of the above. =/ But God gave me a glimpse of something tonight...
On Friday nights my Seth and Shane have been attending a church group called IMPACT, geared for Jr. High aged students. They have loved it so much that they have invited 5 friends to join them on Friday nights ( 1 friend that actually attended). They fellowship, worship, listen to the message, and break into small groups. (I don't try and cramp their style *or at least not on purpose* and go into their service. I let them be them and do what they do best during these two hours of IMPACT.
But at the end of service I do have to scoop my kids up. So tonight at the tail end I sat and waited for them in the foyer of the building and much to my suprise I saw the small group my two sons and their friend were in out in the foyer. It was a group of about 10 boys and 2 male group leaders, maybe somewhere in their 20's. (some kids and leaders with hats, some without, you'll find out why this is important in a sec.) ... and as I'm taking on super mom creeper status, you know, watching what their doing I see them go from a standing postion down to one knee, grab each others hands in a cirle and toss their hats into the middle as a sign of respect to their Heavenly Father and they begin to pray and lift each other up in prayer.
Super Mom creeper status just turned in to just a Mom trying to hold back the dam of tears trying to get out through my eyes. I felt my chest get heavy and my mouth turn upside down and the tears wouldn't stay back. I saw these boys, MY BOYS, with their heads bowed, and praying like a man of God in the making.
I know God allowed me to see that. I know it. And I felt him telling me "don't worry, I got this." In our own struggles to be the best parent we can be we sometimes forget or for-go that we have a Heavenly Father that wants the best for us as well, and He's got us.
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