No longer needing to hold my hand at the store. Wishing to cross the street on their own. No longer do I hear "mommy would you help" "what should I wear" or "mommy do my hair". Or "mommy" at all. Sigh.
What will come next? I ask this far more often than I should. I fear sometimes I am looking too much into the future to enjoy the present.
Today I send them off to a new year. New adventures.
Growth. You just can't stop it.
Change. It keeps coming.
Hard times. Good times. It all comes and a mom learns to watch. And pray. Pray for great choices made. Pray for protection. For opportunities and most of all pray that her children walk in the light.
Instead of tears and mourning a childhood slipping away faster than I had already feared. Instead of focusing on what they don't do anymore (like cuddles and clinging to my leg). I choose to lift up my hands towards heaven. Open wide my tight grip. Lift them up higher. And release. Release them to my trustworthy maker. Savior. And let them shine for Him.
Jesse and Naomi, when I first heard these lyrics at midnight, I wanted to get you up from your warm beds and have you listen to the message intently. For they are my prayers for you both. That through the boring, the adventures, the dark, the changes and the day to day you will face. I pray you would let Jesus shine through. He is there waiting to shine His glory and love through you. May you allow Him. More than that, may you grab tight to His hand and enjoy the journey. I love you so very much sweet kiddos.
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