My little boys seem to have an innate desire to fight the bad guys, win the wars, and tussle about without a care for their own safety. As their mother, it is my desire to hone and encourage them in the way God created them to be, and to raise them to fight in God's kingdom for the souls of His people.
Out of nowhere, my son called to me and said, “Look, Mama! A butterfly!” He found my hand and jumped up into my lap. His little body held me down in the chair and pulled my head back into reality. I stopped to watch the butterfly with him.
WARNING: Potty training story ahead. If you'd rather not read about toddler poops, diddles, do-do dots and stinky stickiness... feel free to move along.
My littles teach me a lot about faith. When we ask God for healing, it's easy to assume that everything will be all better immediately but difficult to trust His timing and process.
While my sweet boy continues his song in his room, thoughts flow through my mind and fingers in my own room. This life does not match my lists and was not my plan, but I will turn back to praise the God who brought me here today. Blessed be the name of the Lord, who gives and takes away according to His goodness.