Hunter Isaiah Smith is HIS. Our firstborn son was presented to God as a gift before he was born. We determined his initials would be HIS before we determined his name. He would just belong to God and be ours to borrow.
Today, I pray we've done well with what God has entrusted us with. Hunter is seven today. He loves life, baseball, people and most of all his friends. He is so sweet. I mean sweet as in he always is so considerate of others. Always. He's a comforter.
Hunter by name is a warrior. He is my warrior who never.stops.singing. My warrior worshiper, I call him. Like David. The boy sings in the shower, at the dinner table and in bed at night. He is always making a joyful noise! I love that about him. Even on the eighteen hour car trip to Orlando, I tried to constantly remind myself that the singing was good. I hope I can always hear his melody when I close my eyes. I pray he never stops singing a joyful song to our Lord.
He has had to put on his brave big boy shoes these last few months and mature in ways I never imagined. He's grown in ways I would give anything to protect him from but God made my warrior boy to walk this road with me too.
I cherish his prayers for God to heal me each day and I know with every note he sings, God is releasing life. I know with every song that comes from his lips, angels are warring. Hunter, I pray you never lose your song and you never forget whose you are. You are HIS!
"...applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence." Psalm 100:1-2