An Evening with the Boy

There aren’t many other things that have given me more joy in life than having my son 1 ½ years ago. Watching him grow up, witnessing every single detail of his physical, mental, and emotional being develop has been the most miraculous thing I have ever experienced. My wife and I know him so well we can distinguish little noises he makes just by the slight influx of his voice at the end of a sound or the way he points his finger and raises his eyebrows. Children are truly an incredible gift and blessing from the Lord.

This evening, like many other evenings, I had the privilege of being home with just the boy for a couple hours while Emily was meeting with a friend. Spending uninterrupted time together watching Bluey, reading books, racing cars, FaceTiming grandparents, running around the couch while laughing, these are the moments in life where you can’t help but thank God for his abundant and never-ending grace and mercy in your life.

I don’t deserve any of this, but I have it. I don’t deserve a wife, a son, an apartment, a job, a church family, or even life itself, but God in his kindness has granted it and exponentially increased His grace by sending His very Son to die for me so that I might receive true life in Him. There are gifts my loving Father has given to me in this earthly life that are absolutely incredible and fill me with overwhelming joy, but that is nothing in comparison to the miracle of snatching me out of the kingdom of darkness and placing me within the kingdom of light, where I will eternally dwell with my Savior and Lord.

God has given me endless reasons to deny myself, pick up my cross, and follow Him. The first step in walking that faith out is actually recognizing where God is active and moving in my life. Whether it is the blessing of a new job, the answer to prayer for healing, or a simple hug and kiss from your 1 year old son, God is moving in your life and calling you to see Him, cry out to Him, and run after Him. What a good and glorious God.

PJH

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