When I was in church this past week I had an overwhelming desire to share something with you. I’ve been waiting for the right time. I feel the right time is now.
About 6 weeks ago my children and I were in the car, we pulled into the driveway, and my son said “ mom I need to talk to you”. My first thought was it’s late, why do my kids always need to “talk” to me at night, I want sleep. Brian said “I’m sorry” several times. He then told me his girlfriend is pregnant. Yes, I am going to be a grandma. I am very pleased I did not scream and yell at him. Brian is my child, a child God trusted me to guide along his journey. He definitely did not need me to scold him, he will be doing that to himself enough throughout his life.
Later that night my boy asked me if he could go to church with me that Sunday. Mind you, my Bud has not had any interest in church for about 5 years. He would not willingly go to church with me. I asked him why he wanted to go to church . He said because God always guides you, and helps you. At that very second I knew his baby’s purpose today. IF IT TAKES A CHILD TO SAVE MY SONS SOUL, SO BE IT.
The next night Brian and I had a very long conversation about a ton of stuff. We talked about things I didn’t need to know, we talked about thing I did need to know. We laughed, we cried.
I have been praying for months for God to touch my boy, restore his faith. Part of me is now thinking be careful what you ask for. My children are the reason many years ago I turned to Jesus. Perhaps this unborn child is doing the same for my son.
There but for the grace of God go I.
