I prayed for this son of mine for a long time before he was born. He was literally God's gift to me. We thought that our family was complete when The Daughter was born, but I harbored the secret hope for another child. The Lord had given me a scripture to pray when I was carrying each of my children, but when The Daughter was born, I immediately felt that the scripture I had prayed during my pregnancy was not to be hers. It became quickly apparent that her "life" scripture was altogether different. So I tucked that other scripture into a special corner of my heart. It was waiting in the wings as I secretly waited for the child that would have that particular scripture as his or her "life" verse.
A year passed. And then another. And another. The Husband was convinced that two sons and a daughter made a wonderful family. And of course they did. But the tender hope would not die. It was tucked away in this mother's heart. Hidden there. Like a tiny seed. When to my surprise I found that this one last child was on his way to our family, I felt the joy explode in my heart. That very day I spoke the scripture out loud over my growing belly and every single day that I carried him. When he was born, it was patently obvious that he was the Matthew 6:33 child. This son was a promise that had been whispered to a mother's heart. He was the last of our children. And he made our family complete. This is his verse.
Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.
Happy Birthday, precious son of ours!
Sweet. That's all....just sweet. I've met this child. He is the same age as my son.....and they are nothing alike.....but he is obviously a gift from God, as all of our children are. Love your heart, KW. Love your witness and ministry. You....and yours.....are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteAs a mother of sons, this post evoked tender feelings to me. Beautiful writing! Thank you for dropping by my blog & leaving a comment so that I could find yours.
ReplyDeleteWarmly, Michelle