To My Son

My son, if your heart is wise,
My own heart also will be glad;
And my inmost being will rejoice,
When your lips speak what is right.
Do not let your heart envy sinners,
But live in the fear of the LORD always.
Surely there is a future,
And your hope will not be cut off.

The father of the righteous will greatly rejoice,
And he who begets a wise son will be glad in him.
Let your father and your mother be glad,
And let her rejoice who gave birth to you.

~Proverbs 23:15-18, 24-25

Even though it will sometimes feel like an eternity, I know that you will be little for such a short time. I know that you will look to me and to your father for guidance easily, implicitly, intuitively, in those early years. I also know that it is natural for you to begin questioning and seeking answers elsewhere as you grow. Not everyone lives like we do. Not everyone serves Jesus Christ. Not everyone makes this a priority, yet completely avoids that. There are lots of ways to live life, and you will see them and question us. That’s normal, and that’s healthy. Ask. Seek. Knock.

My prayer for you is that you remember why we choose to live life the way we do. That as you grow and search out your own path, that you will always be seeking wisdom and truth, and that you will find Jesus. That you will not be fooled by those things that promise a good time, yet lead to destruction. That when you challenge us, it’s for a good reason. We’re not perfect, and we’re not always right. I pray for your heart to be attuned to God’s voice — even now! I pray that He whispers love, truth, and wisdom to you even in my womb — I pray that you know His voice and His heart so intimately that you surpass us and teach us to serve Him better.

I don’t pray that you’re just like us. I pray that you’re just like you — exactly the young man God is creating right now. (If you’re a lot like your dad, though, you’ll be in pretty good shape!)

For God is forming your inward parts; He is weaving you in my womb. Give thanks to Him, for you are fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are His works, and I pray that your soul knows it very well. Your frame is not hidden from God, as  you are made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth. His eyes have seen your unformed substance; and in His book they were all written, the days that are ordained for you, when as yet there was not one of them. (adapted from Psalm 139)

My son, fear God, and make your Momma’s heart sing.

I love you.