Heard tonight during prayers: "... and I know that some people in other countries don't have things because I remember mom telling me that in the van one time..."
Wondering and hoping that our children will be learning what we are working to impart is a constant thing/ work for parents. Adding the worrisome timeline that cancer can push causes the pressure of that parenting to swell up in a tsunami of tears or panic that life really is too short... no matter how many years we get. Hearing our six years old praying that he remembers being taught... that our "purposeful parenting" actually did stick, is bearing fruit: priceless.
Thank you, Lord, this was a gift to me today and I am gratefully holding it, turning it over my hands, cherishing the glimpse into our children's futures. I love those moments of / with / from / as it relates to each of our kids. What treasures these four humans are in Shawn's and my life.
That is so beautiful!
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