When my child begins to speak…

I’ve often said that God has taught me much about His great love for me, for all of humanity, by giving me the experience of motherhood. That continues to be the case, even now with Riley, my grandson, my thoughts are forever drawn upward toward my Heavenly Father and His grace.

Over the weekend, Riley spent a night and a very long day with us while his parents were working. He is just now two, since August 4th, and is talking more and more each time he is here. After a long day on Saturday, Erick and Noah had already gone to bed, Riley and I were up alone together. The television off, just the two of us sat in the living room while I read one book after the other and then back over his favorite one again and again. After a bit of time had lapsed, he rose from my lap and stepped away as if assuming a good distance for face to face conversation. He looked up to my eyes with his and began to tell me something. He carefully chose one word and then another until I pieced together the story he sought to tell. He had been given “chocolate milk” when he was with his daddy and his Paw Paw and his aunt Shawn. I would ask questions to make sure I was getting it right and he would nod his little head to affirm I was indeed getting the correct message.

My, in that moment of connection with that precious little child, it was if all the world had fallen away and only the two of us remained. Relationship is occurring between me and this little guy. It is changing and growing as he changes and grows and the precious bond deepens with every word shared as it has with every hug, every song I’ve sang into his little ears and every prayer I’ve prayed over his precious little life. We’ve celebrated his first steps, and now his first words. We laugh and sing and play. I kiss his boo boos and tussle his golden curls with my hands as we look at each other with smiles and giggles that say, “I love you!”

Prayer has become as essential in my life as breathing over the many years I’ve been a mom. The hard times, the worries, the fears, and all the many firsts that tug at a Mama’s heart reminding her that a child is only a child for so long and then becomes an adult, spreads wings and takes flight. This has brought me to my knees more times than I can count and continues to as the days come and go ever so quickly now.

How precious it must be for our Lord when we come as His children and speak our deepest needs, our greatest hopes, our inner longings with Him. He created us for His divine purpose. He sent Jesus to come and abide with us, to die for us, and to rise again to save us for all of eternity. His love for us is measureless and unfailing, even beyond what we can have for our own children, and yet we sometimes fail to know that, to trust Him, and to take all of our cares, both the difficult and the joyful to share with Him.

Even more than I long to relate with and comfort my own little ones, our Lord longs to comfort us, to shelter and embrace us. He listens, never distracted as I often am, attentive and able to heal all, soothe all, and bless no matter the circumstances.

If only we would forever be mindful of the great love that abounds for us from an all-knowing, all-seeing God, we would never despair. His love is above and beyond all. May we find this great love and abide under our gracious Lord’s sheltering wing where He longs to keep us close to His heart.

Jeremiah 33:3 “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.”

Zephania 3:17 “The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in His love, He will joy over thee with singing.”

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2 Responses to When my child begins to speak…

  1. karengass says:

    This post really blessed me, thank you for writing all that out. You first caught my attention with your grandson named Riley. I also have a grandson named Riley, and I had that kind of beginning with him. IT was precious. When he was two, my son moved his family to Alaska and my heart was broken in two. Riley is now 10 yrs old and I’ve seen him twice since that time. We don’t have that relationship anymore and it makes me so sad. Maybe the more so to illustrate your point, about the time that Jesus wants to spend with us. Thank you. Karen

    • andreastiles says:

      Thanks so much for reading, Karen, and for sharing your story with me. I’m so sorry that your little Riley is so far away now, but I strongly believe that those early ties are of great importance and have lasting significance in the hearts and and minds of children even after memories fade from conscious awareness. The experiences are forever carried somewhere deep down inside and may give strength and comfort for a lifetime. I pray you and your Riley will find your way back to each other in time and until then, you can rest knowing you cherished every moment you were blessed to share in those precious early years.

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