Last weekend was the first time our son spent the night at someone’s house just for the sheer fun of it. He went to my parents house and head dove into Roblox without coming up for breath (something that’s not allowed at our house, but every child should have people in their life that spoil them and leave it to the parents to put the pieces back together).

Michael and I were thrilled for him and also for ourselves because it’s been so long since we went a 24 hour period without telling a child to flush the toilet. We were all smiles as we bid adieu and went our separate ways.

Two hours later I’m crying because I miss him. Not boohooing, but a tear or two definitely made its way down my face.

It’s amazing how chunks of our heart become attached to others. I have a husband I can’t imagine walking this earth without. I have a son who didn’t grow in me from birth but grew in my heart through God’s intervention.

It’s beautifully painful. And it makes me think of how God misses me when I am “away” from Him. He loves me more than I could ever love anyone, and when I look at my family, I can’t even imagine what that’s like. To be truthful, I don’t think I want to know that kind of love because my heart breaks enough already. And that pain of parenthood will continue until my dying day. Yet, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. For as much pain and heartache love brings, the joy it creates is victorious.

For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With His love, He will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs. 
~Zephaniah 3:17