From time to time I find myself caught in an eddy of emotion that pulls me aside and frees me from the tug of the rapid currents of my life. I drift away and sit in a calm pool where I can relax for just a few minutes before paddling on, and in such places of peace I pray for my kids.
This morning I spent some time praying for my son Aaron. I asked God’s blessing on the other five children God charged me to pray for as well; but on this particular occasion I lingered over my son.
He is a great man and I miss him.
We’ll see each other this fall, when the hunting season provides grown men with time for “what matters”: good coffee in the brisk morning air, crisp days in the woods and quite conversations about the past, the present and the possibilities of the future. Times when you're together and you can talk, or not - and it doesn’t matter whether you do or don’t.
If God is willing, we’ll share all that …. and more.
And if God refuses us that blessing, I'll thank HIM for every blessed day HE gave me with my son. In this life, God will only allow me a limited number of days with my children. Each day with them is precious. I’ve tried not to waste a single one.
I love my kids so very much.
OK. Enough of this…
It’s time for me to push back out into the current. I feel the draw of the Holy Spirit, tugging me toward the work my Father ordained for me. It’s time for me to get back into the flow, so out of the calm and into the stream I go - where I’ll serve until the Spirit leads me to another moment of rest.
Lord, please bless my children today.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.