Undone

The snow is glistening as it falls from heavenly places. My legacy sleeps as her brother grows with kicks and punches. Sweet silence. Almost. A low whisper of prayerful tunes plays in the background. It creates an atmosphere of thanksgiving and peace.

20 weeks. Halfway there. I've had visions of my son, sleeping in my arms, as Daddy and I play a game of cards or snuggle on the couch watching mindless TV. A son. It's real now. I am beyond words with gratitude, that the Lord would know what's best for my life. That he would craft and mold a baby boy in my womb. He would shape a destiny and purpose for the earth, a voice to proclaim His glory and praise. Oh Jesus, you are so good and I am truly undone at your grace for me.

A friend recently shared her revelation on parenting. Though we are called to be fishers of men to the earth, our children are our most treasured disciples. We hold them. We nurse them. We discipline them. We love them. It is our example of loving Jesus that they will first see and it is our example of loving each other that they will first feel. Oh grace, sweet sweet grace.

My prayer is that my offspring will shake the earth. May it never be the same when they speak in the dark and the crevices fill with light. May my children praise You in the morning and praise you in the evening. May my ceiling always be their floor. Oh little life, remember and know who you are. Always.

Mama