Children are known for being able to just completely touch our hearts and move us in profound ways. Last night at church, my 6 yr old was filling out a prayer request card and asked me if he could go put it in the prayer box. I asked him if I could see it first, and he handed it to me. I went ahead and wrote below his writing what he wrote in case it was hard to make out, but oh my, how it moved my heart.
Then after I told him how precious that was to me, I asked him if there was any way that I could keep it, b/c I wanted it forever. He, of course, smiled and said yes. I have the three greatest blessings in the entire world in my sons, and I am aware of it, and grateful for it. What was so astounding about this was that he chose to describe me in a way that we don't even talk. No one in our house speaks that way, yet he did. It was as if the Lord spoke to my son, to write down about me what He sees as He watches me. My sweet lil' boy was just a willing vessel. My heart is completely wrecked in such a beautiful and broken way over it because I don't even see myself in that way. I am one of the greatest failures in mothering, yet I am loved. I will receive this note and own it as being true, even if it's something I am walking out in my day to day.