Praying For Their Future

​I can remember when my children were little, like it was yesterday. There are moments that I wish I could just go back for one day in their life when they were younger and hold them tight again. My little babies. I remember older women telling me how quickly time goes by, how they won't be little forever and to cherish the moments with them. And I thought I was, but now that I'm 50 I wish I had so many more baby moments to stop and cherish with them again. My last baby, Kathryn is getting married in August. Time does go by fast and it's going by even faster with my grandchildren. I remember sitting in this very house, listening to Kathryn talk to me in her little baby voice, not understanding half of what she said and how she would look up at me and smile and hug me. I used to wonder what it would be like to talk to her as an adult, what she would be like and how fun it would be. Now Jessica's babies are here in this same house, every day. Clara, the same age Kathryn was when we moved here, with the same color hair, talking to grandma. Half of which I don't understand, smiling and snuggling. And the joy of seeing Ellie get off of grandpa's school bus at the door and run to me and hug me and how every single day out of the blue she will say "grandma, I love you" Now I get to see Andrea's boys, little Ethan running down the street towards grandma's house with his huge smile, so proud of how quickly his little legs are taking him, towing his daddy along side. Baby Gabe trying to eat off his mama's spoon, in all his precious, chubby sweetness. I used to imagine my grand babies laughing as they ran up and down in our new church foyer. And just like that, now they are. And I am soaking these moments in. Trying to memorize their little faces and every minute with them. Just like I did with my babies. I love this season in my children's lives just as much. My daughters are my best friends (besides my Mike) and I'm so proud of the man and husband my son has become. What I have learned is not only to cherish each moment but to pray every single day for your child. You may have days like I do where you would love to hold them again. You may have days when you are holding them and wish you could never let them go. But we have to. They are only on loan from God, and we have to strive to raise them as He would see fit. To try to envision them as an adult and the heart ache that might come their way but also the amazing moments. To pray for all of this, asking God to be with them every step they take with every decision they make and don't ever stop praying, even after they are married and have their own children. They will always be your babies no matter how old they get. A mother never stops worrying about her children. She never stops hurting when they are hurting or crying with joy over the happy moments they experience. So pray mom. Pray for protection for your child, not just physically but also spiritually and emotionally. Pray for wisdom to know their hearts. Pray for their future, even if they are still inside your womb. Give your child over to Christ and never stop praying for them in every season of their life. If God gives me 100 years, I will still call out to Him for my children and their children's children. Don't take a single moment for granted and don't let a day go by that you don't bring them before the Savior in prayer. ❤️