Scared Prayers

So I haven't been writing too much on here. Since I am pregnant my brain has turned to mush and it is rather difficult to put together even a simple sentence. But I am trying. Bare with me.

Last night I came home rather late from a weekend away. As soon as I laid down, my youngest son walked into my room crying that he was scared. When my kids wake up scared I always take them back to their room and pray for them. Tonight was no exception. The only difference this time was that I missed my little boy terribly, so I decided to lay down with him while we prayed and wait for him to fall asleep.

I prayed for Jesus to come and sit with my baby through the night and keep him safe. When the amen's where done, he put his fingers in his mouth, grabbed his boppy (his name for his blanket), and just looked at me. After a few seconds he rolled over, but his fingers gently touched my face so that he knew I was still there with him. Since he was having to make sure I was not leaving, I assumed this would probably take awhile. There would be no easy way to slip out of his bed at this point.

But only a few seconds later, he rolled back over to look at me. I smiled. He frowned. Then he said, "Why you not getting out of my bed?"

I guess when Jesus is sitting with you, you really don't your mommy there, too. I smiled and thanked Jesus for the comfort and protection that He brings to my children when I cannot be there with them.

Precious Moments

My youngest son is at a great age. He is always doing the funniest and often very sweet things. I just had to share.

• He was very tired one night after a movie. We didn't have his "boppy" and he was beside himself, screaming hysterically. I tried to calm him down, but nothing worked. As I was reaching across him to buckle him into his car seat, he reached up and grabbed me around my neck. He squeezed me tight, pulled me closer to him, and wouldn't let go. After a few moments, he took a deep breath and said "OK, Mommy. I'm ready to go home now." I love it when I am all that he needs.
• I was putting him to bed one night. As I was praying he reached up and gently laid his hand on my cheek. He kept it there until I said "amen". When I opened my eyes, he was just looking at my face, sucking on his two little finger, completely contented.
• Today he is practicing t-ball with his father and big brother. Big brother hit a double and was waiting on second base. Daddy told him that he needed to "hit his brother all the way home." As you may have already guessed, that was the wrong choice of words. He took his bat, ran to second base and proceeded to hit his big brother with the bat, all the way to home base. Oh the literal mind of a four year old!

Making a difference

So often, I feel like I should be doing something bigger for God. The ways that I am serving Him seem so small. Am I really making a difference?

I was reminded by a friend today what a special job I have. I am serving Him in a way that He designed specifically for me. I am serving Him in a way that is most certainly making a difference for His Kingdom. I am a mom. How could I serve my God in a more special way than that? I am an example of Christ to my children. They watch me and learn who Christ is by my actions, by my love.

What could be better than that?