This is my first morning, you guys. My first morning waking up as an empty nester. After a 60-hour road trip from Montana to Texas and back, our son is settled at the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor. Our daughter and son-in-law are settled at Montana State University. Our house is strangely quiet and free of size 11 tennis shoes consuming every square inch of my kitchen floor. 

Tackling the kitchen first, I started putting away all the traveling paraphernalia the car had vomited from the night before. That’s when I saw the Band-Aid on the floor –the one that had been wrapped around my son’s toe because he took a layer of skin off climbing a tree before he left for college. 

Only a mom who misses her boy this much could get choked up over a nasty Band-Aid on the floor. 

Beauty captures me.

For as long as I can remember, I've been in this constant place of noticing, longing and even striving for some aspect of what beauty entails.

I'll admit, at some points in my life, what I was reaching for - and even living - ended up not being as beautiful as it first seemed. And yet, at other times, I experienced such incredible beauty birthed from moments and situations that I never would have expected - had I not paid attention to Gods beauty in them.

You have the incredible opportunity to be an example of God’s love for your children through the way you interact with others, especially how you interact with your spouse. Your children watch you all throughout the day and they witness your character through your expressions and actions.

When you pray.

When you forgive.

When you go out of your way to serve with a humble heart.

When you give generously.

When you extend grace.

When you are kind.

 

“Lord, help me love my children as you love them.”

This is a prayer I’ve been praying since I became a mother eleven years ago.

But honestly, it wasn’t until just a few years ago that I actually began wrestling with what it would actually look like for me to really love my children as Christ has first loved them.

And what God slowly began to show me is that my ability to love my children as Jesus loves them is profoundly influenced by my own understanding and acceptance of how Jesus loves me!