Yesterday, a beautiful bike ride turned into a bitter experience as the Brain ignored safety rules and and became frustrated with me as I corrected him. He despised me for "treating [him] like a baby." I listened to him rant and then calmly explained that in this case, he didn't have a choice. He MUST follow rules to keep both himself and others safe. He seemed to tune me out, refusing to listen and pretending he had no reason to apologize.
Where has my sweet little boy gone?
This morning, instead of singing in the church choir, I chose to sit by this stranger-boy's side during the worship service. And God chose to bless my socks off. This bitter, angry, hateful, disrespectful boy of yesterday, who normally doesn't even stand, let alone sing, during church, stood next to me and sang with a voice so strong and pure:
Bless the Lord, o my soul.
O my soul, worship His holy name.
Sing like never before, o my soul.
I will worship his holy name.
And the tears flowed as he sang:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!
May God continue to give me these peaceful, joyful glimpses of my child.
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