One of my best friends told me she would take some pictures of my son for me. She has a new camera and is trying to figure out all of its bells and whistles. So, we spent an hour or so together this morning working with a 3 year old--trying to get some smiles, looks, giggles and the like. Well, she has just showed me a few of them--and I just cried and cried. He looks so grown up! My sweet baby boy--the one that God loaned to me just three short years ago--looks so big in these pictures. I am overwhelmed when I look at them. It makes me want to grab him and hold him and never let go!
You know that song "I can only imagine...". It still baffles my mind that the God of the universe would let His son be sacrificed for me. He would do anything for me...just for me. When I think about it like that, it isn't so hard to imagine what I would go through for this little boy, this beautiful little curly haired boy that is mine for a time. God, help me raise him to love you and know you.
You know that song "I can only imagine...". It still baffles my mind that the God of the universe would let His son be sacrificed for me. He would do anything for me...just for me. When I think about it like that, it isn't so hard to imagine what I would go through for this little boy, this beautiful little curly haired boy that is mine for a time. God, help me raise him to love you and know you.
