Thankful for My Boy

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.

Thankful.

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.

Thank You.

and if you're a prayer. please pray ;-)