I know most often I talk about the frustrations and heartache of raising teenagers.
I don't share those things in a negative way I just have found that I have never NOT wanted anything more than my children growing up and leaving the house. I just love them.
Perhaps we should have had more children, but that wasn't in the cards for us and by in the cards I mean it wasn't God's plan for me to raise more than my two babies for the past 16 years.
What I don't blog about as much is the joy my boys bring me, I guess when I am joyful I tend to not head to the computer as much as when I am frustrated.
I had one of the greatest conversations with Vaughan today.Let me back up.
Our whole family has been under attack lately.
He has been under attack, my baby or better said: God's baby, has been under attack. I told him sometimes when we make right choices for God the enemy will move in closer. While this hurts a momma's heart, it has allowed for some of the most precious conversations.
For that, I am thankful for this time of hardship.
The funny thing is, while we have had great face to face conversations the most real, in-depth ones have been on the phone.
Thank you technology and thank you Lord for a not perfect but very precious, very kind and compassionate, tender-hearted, hard-working 16-year-old who wants to follow You O Lord.
and if you're a prayer. please pray ;-)