Talk about getting sidetracked! I know I promised my next post would be about 'sugar and cake', but something else happened that I had not planned. Something that God had planned happened instead and it was so much better than what I thought was a good idea.
The past month has been the busiest time of my life since I left the workforce over three years ago. But, I now have the opportunity to have my twelve year old son back with me, where he belongs, finally. God is so good. I have enjoyed shopping for his clothes, re-configuring my weekly grocery list and budget, and just watching him begin to adjust to chores and hanging out with the neighbor's children. You see, he did not have those things where he was before. A child needs these things.
God's Mercy is working in our lives in a huge way. I am so thankful for the time I have with him. I worry he may harbor resentment that Mom was not there all the time. He tells me he is happy though. He tells me he wants to be here. Most of all, he tells me and shows me that he loves me in too many ways to count. That keeps me going day-to-day when I have those thoughts that happen when we get discouraged or worried.
Last Sunday, I took the kids to a new (to us) church to visit. I am in the process of finding us a church home where we can settle into a community of believers. We went to Maple Grove Baptist church just a little way from the house. My father took me there once when I was a little girl, maybe six years old. I went to Vacation Bible School there when I was just a couple of years older than that. I don't remember exactly, it was a very long time ago.
It might be selfish of me, but I was pleasantly surprised when our helpful guide brought my son back into the sanctuary because the children church/ youth group only went through the fifth grade. He was going to have to share the pew with Momma! I could barely contain my tears of happiness through the service. My precious boy sat next to me and pulled my Bible over between us so he could read along , too. It was the first time we had ever sat together in church, the first time we shared a Bible and read it together.
I do not know if the Judge will allow me to keep him. But I do know it is in God's Hands. I know that My Judge in Heaven will determine the outcome and I must trust in that.
The past few weeks have really tested my resolve to Forgive as Christ has directed to do. I do not always feel forgiving towards my son's father. Ugly things have been said that make it so much more difficult to stay the course. Resolved to forgive regardless of outcome, I lean on My Savior Jesus, the Master of Forgiveness...and enjoying every single blessed moment I do have with my son.
The past month has been the busiest time of my life since I left the workforce over three years ago. But, I now have the opportunity to have my twelve year old son back with me, where he belongs, finally. God is so good. I have enjoyed shopping for his clothes, re-configuring my weekly grocery list and budget, and just watching him begin to adjust to chores and hanging out with the neighbor's children. You see, he did not have those things where he was before. A child needs these things.
God's Mercy is working in our lives in a huge way. I am so thankful for the time I have with him. I worry he may harbor resentment that Mom was not there all the time. He tells me he is happy though. He tells me he wants to be here. Most of all, he tells me and shows me that he loves me in too many ways to count. That keeps me going day-to-day when I have those thoughts that happen when we get discouraged or worried.
Last Sunday, I took the kids to a new (to us) church to visit. I am in the process of finding us a church home where we can settle into a community of believers. We went to Maple Grove Baptist church just a little way from the house. My father took me there once when I was a little girl, maybe six years old. I went to Vacation Bible School there when I was just a couple of years older than that. I don't remember exactly, it was a very long time ago.
It might be selfish of me, but I was pleasantly surprised when our helpful guide brought my son back into the sanctuary because the children church/ youth group only went through the fifth grade. He was going to have to share the pew with Momma! I could barely contain my tears of happiness through the service. My precious boy sat next to me and pulled my Bible over between us so he could read along , too. It was the first time we had ever sat together in church, the first time we shared a Bible and read it together.
I do not know if the Judge will allow me to keep him. But I do know it is in God's Hands. I know that My Judge in Heaven will determine the outcome and I must trust in that.
The past few weeks have really tested my resolve to Forgive as Christ has directed to do. I do not always feel forgiving towards my son's father. Ugly things have been said that make it so much more difficult to stay the course. Resolved to forgive regardless of outcome, I lean on My Savior Jesus, the Master of Forgiveness...and enjoying every single blessed moment I do have with my son.
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