Capturing the Moment

Sentimental would be an understatement for my state of heart these days.  Yes, some of it is due in part to pregnancy hormones, but much more so because come November I will have to again share my heart.  I truly am looking forward to loving this new little life the Lord has blessed us with.  However, with that day fast approaching I cannot help but treasure more deeply the time I have left being ‘just me and my lil guy.’  As I watch my son play with his cars, my eyes well up and my lip starts to quiver when I think of how fast our time together has already gone.  It seems like an hour ago that he needed my help to sit up, eat, and crawl.  Truth is, sooner than later he will outgrow me.  I just pray that when that happens, the Lord will give me the strength I need to let him…

Between television, cell phones and Facebook, distractions are constantly competing for my time with my son.  It has helped me to ‘unplug’ and focus solely on ‘us’.  More frequently than ever before, I sit, stare, and capture the moment me and my little guy are in.  It is a battle at times to fight all the things that vie for our time together, but with intent and God’s grace I diligently seek to embrace these moments- these years that we both may soon quickly forget…

Writing helps me to feel.  Experiences/emotions are often best remembered when you can catalog them on paper.

 

 

A Poem For My Lil’ Guy.

I remember those first few months, the sleepless nights and the tears-

Often wondering if I would ever know relief from all the questions and the fears.

I remember looking at you with confusion, not knowing the next thing to do-

But that was just a short time ago and now you’re almost two.

Right now you let me hold your hand as we watch your favorite show-

Right now you tell me, ‘I luh you momma!’ and that’s all I need to know.

Right now you hold my face in those little chubby hands

Right now you kiss your momma and do so on demand

Although we have many more years for memories and fun-

The truth is time has started ticking and the clock has begun.

Before long momma’s kisses will not be needed when you fall-

Soon you may be too cool for kisses altogether

and not want any at all.

But before that day sweet boy, know that momma’s love will always be-

Unconditionally yours forever, from here to eternity.

In those days that you don’t need me, you may realize you do

In being ready for that day, I leave this little gift with you:

I wrote this prayer from me to you, a vow from my heart-

Something you can keep with you in the times we are apart.

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Your Prayer My Sweet Boy

I pray you will know- 

That God is real… loving, accessible, and intentional.

He thought of you and His plan for your life at the beginning of time, and He loves you relentlessly.

I pray that you will be confident in whom it is God made you to be, and that you will experience and believe the following to be true:

That being an individual may mean a loss of popularity- but will gain you self-respect.

That what you do when no one is looking will say far more about your character than anything done which is visible to others.

That having a compassionate heart for and investing in- the homeless, orphaned, widowed, and poor- will indefinitely make you richer than any Wall Street tycoon.

That your thoughts truly do reveal what it is you most closely treasure; guard and take inventory of your thoughts my son.

That simple joys; laughter, fall leaves, a family of deer, the ocean breeze, the smell of raindrops, a good book, a good friend, and the taste of warm chocolate chip cookies are things that should not be taken for granted.  These are intentional gifts from God reminding you that He loves and sees you- This is where you find JOY.

Know my son that success is measured not by what you have gathered but what you have given- there is ALWAYS joy in giving.

I pray that you will be a man who is quick to forgive, both yourself and others.  And that you will be a man motivated by thanksgiving because you understand that true joy comes in being thankful for everything, good and bad, because even our next breath is a gift from God and an example of His grace.

Finally, your name means peaceful, comforter, and long-lived.  My sweet son, I pray that you always have the Peace of our Lord in abundance.  May His comfort accompany you all of your long-lived days and may you share all you have with all who know you- for that is a life well lived. 

In Jesus’ name, Amen!

 

A Note To The Momma’s:

Take time to slow and enjoy the gifts God has given you in your children.  On a day that they do something memorable or are even hard to love, when they are sleeping and you are by yourself, think of that special time of joy- and if you have time, write about that experience so that you can one day relive it.  You never know how that may encourage your heart and even more so theirs if/when they stumble upon your thoughts towards them in the future.  Unplug and experience moments with your kids.  They are only this age once. Our time with them is irreplaceable and truly is a heavenly gift.

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! ~Psalms 127:3-5~