For My Boy~

How is it in this crazy, holy world does a girl-woman bear a boy-child?

This post at Incourage has rocked my mom heart. It's the most powerful mom post I’ve read lately. Anything about parenting growing, young adult children gets to my soul. Being a mom to young adults, such a strange dichotomy. Parenting your children that are now mini adults…they need you, but they don’t. They want you in their life, but they want their space. They want wings and they want dinner and laundry still done for them (who doesn’t? J )

~Timothy, such a sweet brother~

A gave a letter to my daughters a few months ago and always wanted to put a similar one into words for my boy..my boy that made me a mommy at 22 yrs old! So here are some words I'm borrowing but never the less come from the heart! (borrowed from InCourage)

The Bible’s true, son. Every infallible, sword-sharp,

breathing word of it. 

Love it because it’s your Life.

And the only life living is the scandalous one: scandalous love,

offensive mercy, foolish faith. Always have one friend that feels on the fringe, that you have to pray to love, that makes the neighbors scratch their heads.

Stubbornly pray for your enemies till you see enemies are

illusions and everyone is a friend and somehow grace.

Believe in every woman’s God-sized dreams.

And rub her feet at the end of the day.

Be the kind of person who apologizes first because that’s the only way happiness can last.

And never forget that happiness is when His Word and your walk are in harmony. Never stop keeping company with Christ– and all the sinners, tax-collectors and cast-offs. Be an evangelist and use your words with your hands because your part of a Body and never stop loving God with all your heart, mind and soul, and loving others as yourself. Make that your creed.

It’s true, son: Be different and know everything you do matters. It’s what the Christ followers know: One man with God can change a culture. God didn’t put people in your path mostly for your convenience; He put you there for theirs. Loving the poor will make you rich, I promise.

Only when you offer yourself as bread, broken and given,

 to a hungry world, will you ever be satisfied.

The only life worth living is the one lost.

And no matter how loud and crazy and broken the world is, child?

Let joy live loud in your soul.

And believe that you are His beloved – it’s only when you trust

He loves you that you really begin to live. Really, count a thousand blessings more, never stop. Why wouldn’t you want joy?

 Sing to no one and everyone on the front porch in the rain

and laugh so much they question your sanity.

Because really, none of us knows how long we have.

None of this is forever grace. That’s why it’s amazing grace.

This is what you always need to know:

You have nothing to prove to anyone – if you’re in Him,

you are already approved.

Be okay with not being liked: life’s about altars not applause.

And be okay with not being seen or heard. It’ll let you hear and see better.

"This parenting gig’s an experiment in radical grace and the work of every parent is to fully give to the child. And it’s the work of every child to fully forgive the parents. This is how it turns, the torch passing from one to the next."

Remember that we made meals and beds and mistakes and memories – and look hard for the good ones.  AHOLYEXPERIENCE

“A mother never realizes that her children are no longer children.”- James Agee