Come to Daddy...

I'm going to try my best at keeping this blog more theological and philosophical and less personal but I ask your forgiveness for a few moments of sappiness - especially when I'm bragging on you :)

I thought Adoration was simply beautiful last night. After I finished my typical running around to see about 'Lord knows what' I decided to bring Jonah to help his daddy do some work while I took some much needed time to pray. It took a couple minutes for mind to let go. I've become so accustomed to worrying about the whereabouts and well-being of that precious little boy that even in prayer my mind never quite lets go completely. As I fought with being in two places at once I suddenly had a very comforting thought. "He's with his daddy. You know he's safe and being cared for. Stop Worrying."

And that was it. I could pray.

My prayer drifted to the place that most of my petitions live- with you. I found myself bringing to God all the things that fill my ears during the day, my mind at night and my heart - always. I know it sounds silly because you are all adults but I do worry about all of you. This spiritual motherhood - while it is my job- is also something that I love and at times hate very much. I love it because I love all of you and you bring new and inspiring moments into each and every one of my days. I hate it because I hate seeing you hurt, struggle and sometimes lose your way. Never-the-less, I began bringing one thing after another to the Lord in His presence. "Help them, fix them, inspire them, keep them safe......What's going to happen Lord? What can I do? What should I say? " and then suddenly, again, I knew His answer; "They're with their daddy. You know they're safe and being cared for. Stop Worrying."

Yeah. Sometimes He's cool like that.

I could feel the smile on my face after that. And then, almost as if God had prompted you, just for me, to give me that effort push of comfort we all entered into that moment of prayer singing: "Mold us, mold us and make us, into the image of Jesus your son."

Smile.

Responsibility returns too though. God has entrusted me to be a friend to you and to be His hands and His feet to walk along with you on your journey in becoming holy adults. I don't have to 'worry' but I probably always will. And yes, it was at that moment that Daddy strolled down the aisle with crying baby Jonah to give him back to Mamma.

Real life.

Ok-somebody's crying. Time for a diaper change.