Saturday night, while I laid next to Isaac in the camper as he settled down to go to sleep, we had some pretty sweet conversations. After a few minutes of just tender talk with my oldest, I told him "Isaac, you're amazing." His response? "Mama, I love Jesus. And God."
Of course I started crying.
For all the times that I've questioned myself and our choices.
For all the times lately that asking Isaac to pray with us has triggered anger.
Oh it was a balm to my heart.
So was this blog post, also sent my way by encouraging reader via email.
This boy? He's a certifiable stinker, but God's not through with him yet.
There is hope for me yetBecause God won't forget, All the plans he's made for me
I have to wait and see, He's not finished with me yet, He's not finished with me yet Brandon Heath :: Wait and See