Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Turning 15

Today I'm celebrating my oldest son's birthday. Brody is turning 15 years old today. I just can't believe it! He's grown into such an amazing young man and we are so very proud of him.

As a mom, I'm feeling a little melancholy today. The reality that Brody only has three and a half more years until he goes off to college and starts his own life is a very sobering thought. I feel such a sense of urgency to create a "to-do" list of all the things I'd like our family to experience before he graduates from high school.

There are trips I want to take him on, places I want to show him, people I want him to meet, and experiences I want him to have. More than anything I want him to continue his journey with God and develop a stronger more intimate faith life of his own.

Ever since Brody was a little boy, we've taught him about Jesus. He's had a faith which has been constructed from the faith of his parents. He knows God's Word and would debate someone to the final end if they claimed otherwise. But having a knowledge of God is totally different than having a relationship with Him. I know that Brody has a relationship with God and I'm praying that this year it will grow even stronger.

I'll be honest with you, I almost hesitated to type those words because as I reflect on my own personal journey I realize that my biggest spiritual growth spurts with God came during a seasons of great difficulty or major trails in my life. No parent wants their child to experience trials and difficulties!

I'm trusting God's sovereign plan for Brody's life. He knows what's best for Brody and what will draw him to the very heart of Jesus. As much as I love my son, it pales in comparison to the love his Heavenly Father has for him. I'm choosing to rest in that fact today and the many nail-biting days to come.

Happy Birthday Brody! Love, Mom

1 comment:

  1. Wow!!! Posting twice this week!!! You have already broken through the victory ribbon on your goal!!!

    I know how you feel with Brody growing up, my son is 17 yrs, 3 months, and 1 day! :)

    Keegan, my oldest, was out of town for a couple of days visiting a friend when I found my second oldest Nathan was sniffleing quietly in the livingroom. I asked what was wrong and began comforting him. He said that he couldn't help it, Keegan had said that he would be moving out when he was 21 and that meant he only had about three more years to spend time with him. We talked about it together but I confess that I was SO glad that Keegan WANTED to stay that long (per local jr college.) It was precious to see his love for his big brother.

    Thinking again about yesterday's post, I guess if he WANTS to stay that long, and his brother WANTS him too, God must not be the only one who sees... they must see too! Do you think that counts as rising up and calling me blessed?! I feel blessed anyway! :)


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