It’s super late, or super early, actually. I need to be sleeping. We have a HUGE day tomorrow. It’s our Memorial Weekend BBQ, and we have so much to do, still.
But can I sing the praises of my Justice before I go to sleep?
This child, who I have fought with since his birth… The one I sent to live with his dad just six months ago… He is back and he has really, really turned into a fine young man.
Oh my gosh I love him so much.
So much time, so much energy, so much heartache has gone into his life. And today I see a young man I could only dream of.
He is bursting with personality. Those he let’s see him, love him. He is funny, and sarcastic, and loving.
Tonight, he took the M&Ms away from me, because he cares. He came out of his room and played with his sister’s friends. He let one of them show him up, in a game of string.
He laughed. He yelled. He continued to smart off, “What the fluff?” whenever he would get his hands tangled.
He was pleasant. He was friendly. He was happy.
I am blessed. I am grateful for such a gift as he. I am honored to watch him grow. I am in awe of the craftsmanship that lies within.
He is remarkable.
And not because of his grades. Not because of his behavior. Not because of his ability to take common, innocent nouns and sometimes verbs, and turn them into swear words.
But because of his perseverance, his strength, his ability to change, his uniqueness.
He drives me absolutely insane. He sends me completely over the edge. He challenges my role as his mother, daily. He is the biggest pain in my….backside.
And yet I would not have him any other way.
I love him, not only for who he is, but for who he makes me be.
Well done, Jesus. I can see in him, a strong resemblance of his Father. Continue to mold him, sculpt him, refine him with fire. But make him yours, so that he may draw others to your side so they may bow at your feet.
All for your glory, Lord. He is for you alone. Amen.