Night Drive

Saturday night my little boy was at a sleepover. My son has never been the type to get homesick for one night. He is always adventurous and knows his mama is coming for him in the morning.

We had an eventful weekend and I had some things going on that had me a little down. In true, mature, adult-coping-skill fashion I was watching trash T.V. through teary eyes and wondering how I was going to pull myself out of my mess. At about 10 PM my phone rang.

“Mommy,” a little voice said.

“Hey bud!” I answered.

“I miss you,” he mumbled.

“Want me to come get you?”

“Yeah.”

I flew into the night in my pajamas and made it to my boy in record time. I thanked the other parent and loaded my little man up. He explained how much fun he was having and that he really just wanted to snuggle with me. I did not tell him, but I was thrilled. There was nothing else in the world that I would have rather been doing.

As my son fell asleep in my arms, I got to thinking. Bedtime seems to be my mind’s favorite thinking time. I thought about how fast my Heavenly Father rushes to me and how I can say so little and He knows to meet me in the moment. He knows when I just need to be held or to fall at His feet. He knows when I need Him and I always need Him.

Psalm 136:26

Give thanks to the God of heaven, for his steadfast love endures forever.

God’s design for parenting has taught me so much about His love for me. There is nothing I can hold against my child. There is no forgiveness I can deny. There is no night drive that is too dark to reach the heart of my son. I have literally cried about how much God loves me. Ha! It is astonishing to me.

In that moment of helping my son, I was able to get out of my own darkness. In serving others, I serve myself and I am always game for snuggles with my kiddo.

Galatians 6:2
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ

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