It’s a horrible feeling. To feel you’re losing a child. To watch awkwardness and shyness take hold of their maturing bodies. To see everyday conversations become weird and stilted. Slipping.
My head screams failure. My heart aches grace.
I choose to listen to the heart.
Praying for mom-ents causes me to do more than glance up and sigh a plea. Praying for mom-ents allows me to capture them. Even without realizing it.
Mom-ents: Conversations captured by God and put on a solid path. Some long and beautiful. Some powerful one word utterances. All change my child’s countenance.
Mom-ents are routinely captured in the stinky mom-burban, most holy of places. Daughter asks if she can borrow my iPhone to share a new favorite song. She shares. I get lost in the lyrics.
Mainly this line: I’m gonna give all my secrets away.
Thinking how this is exactly what God has called me to do. Share all my secrets to life with a hurting and confused world. Share the mystery of Christ with any who will listen.
On heavenly cue, Daughter Two interrupts and asks if this is a ‘Christ song.’ A divine discussion ensues as we hash out the ‘good’ and the ‘God.’ A teachable mom-ent is birthed where the divine and the dusty meet inside a stinky mom-burban.
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.
The world and all its people belong to him. Psalm 24:1
This is yet another submission for a She Speaks scholarship. This time sponsored by A Holy Experience. Visit there, the lovely Ann Voskamp paints word pictures that take the breath away. You will leave her site changed. Promise.
Although, I just hit publish over at Ann's and realize I have missed the deadline. I thought it was open until 9pm but it was 9am. **sigh** I'm choosing to listen to the heart that aches grace this day. Will you?
|Linking to the Time-Warp Wife today to encourage mommies. Click picture to visit.|