My little boys are on my heart so often these days.
Daily, as my belly and discomfort grow, I’m reminded of the passing of time.
As I watch my toddler roll trucks into walls and run with glee under showers dripping from the just-watered ferns hanging around the porch, I know that time is fleeting.
Because wasn’t it just yesterday that I was falling into bed, adjusting my uncomfortable body into a cocoon of five pillows in anticipation of Luke’s soon arrival?
In the myriad of daily commands, “Wait! Stay on the sidewalk! Obey me the first time!”. . .
In the numerous kisses and “I love you’s” . . .
In the extreme frustration and inexplicable joy. . .
In the physical exhaustion and excited anticipation. . .
In all these things, I find my heart murmuring little prayers for my boys:
May they grow to be strong, healthy young men. . .
May I have many more years with them in my arms and my home. . .
May they receive the gift of faith while young . . .
May they develop wisdom and integrity, selflessness, and a love for others . . .
May they always set their affections on the Creator above the created . . .
May I have the strength to care for them during the exhausting “little years,” the wisdom to teach them truth in the day-to-day walk of life, the faith to fully entrust their little lives and hearts to God and to eventually let them go . . .
Lately, the lyrics to Keith and Kristyn Getty’s song A Mother’s Prayer have become my own heart’s prayer.
Father, keep them in your care.
Beautiful post, friend. Your boys are blessed to call you momma. Can’t wait to meet John Wicks. Love you so much! Miss you!