Today my oldest son is 19. I am not sure where the time has gone. He graduated from high school in the spring and started college in August. I remember vividly bringing him home from the hospital and all the newness of being a first time mom…no sleep, putting him in the swing in the middle of the night just so I could close my eyes for a minute. I remember thinking that if I could just get through that season everything else would be a breeze. Then he became a teenager and worse than that a driving teenager. I went from a physical tiredness to a mental tiredness. I worried (and still do sometimes) when he is behind the wheel. Praying that he will make good decisions and most importantly that he will love Jesus and make Him first in his life.
There are so many things I didn’t do right as a mom. But then I remember God’s grace that covered me over the times of heartache and over the times I just knew I was messing him up for life. As a mom, I can’t fathom that God loves him more than I do. But I trust His Word and I have faith that He does indeed love him to the moon and back.
