Then this photo came. And I was moved to tears. Not tears of sadness. Tears with a depth of worship that are hard to even articulate. To look here at the gift God gave me, in this son ... embracing the one he loves, with the gift he has given her ... there really are no words.
Today, commitment is foreign in our culture. Even within the church. We are hardly committed to anything or anyone. Relationships are traded in as quickly as a used car. People often don't even know how to respond to commitment. How can it be in our culture that it's somehow "normal" to flutter in and out of trial-relationships and yet somehow peculiar to wait for ONE. The one. Makes my head spin. But this isn't the season to address that. No, just as seasons change, for our family this is the season to soak up the blessing. The blessing of JOY.
Mommas of sons . . . LOVE them WELL. Embrace the opportunity God gave you in raising a SON. Cultivate a relationship with them during all the years God gives you with them. For one day, they may pull you aside and tell you they have found her. And then one day down the road they might call you from afar to tell you . . . she said YES.
The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Psalm 126:3