“Babe, what are you talking about? What do you mean?” I asked, assuming he had scenes of tanks and fighter jets in his head - a caricature of an animated battle from the latest episode of Tom and Jerry.īut he was serious, authentic … concerned, even. I chuckled a bit when I saw the blank, curious stare of his brother barreling down at him, too. I whipped my head over my shoulder just long enough to flash him a sideways grin and furrowed brow. “Mom, will I ever be in a war?” I Was Captured by the Truth Or maybe, just maybe, his sentiments echoed a deep God-whisper that the Spirit settled into his soul in that exact instant over a plate of scrambled eggs. Maybe he’d already been stewing over the issue for quite some time. So, maybe he’d been dreaming of his next statement the night before and his foggy imagination was just beginning to clear. It wouldn’t have even been enough time for my son to take more than one or two bites off of his plate. It was only a few moments, seconds really, that my back was turned from the hungry duo. I placed eggs, bacon and a slice of cinnamon toast onto one plate, set it down in front of one son, then returned to the stove to prepare a plate for the next. Soon, two of our little boys sat on stools behind me at the kitchen counter waiting for their breakfast. Meanwhile, I was in charge of filling tummies - breakfast for now and packed lunches for later. There were clothes to put on, teeth to brush and backpacks to put in the backseat of the car. The scurry of little feet hustled behind me as the early morning rush ensued. I was standing over a frying pan, spatula in hand, slowly moving scrambled eggs over the heat. Like for instance, one morning about five or six years ago.

He entrusted them to us, to point them constantly toward Him, to help prepare them for victory in spiritual battle. This could be a description of a majority of the days at your house and mine, right? But sometimes, my regularly scheduled line up is interrupted in a divine way that brims with the presence of God, and I’m vividly reminded that He has chosen my husband and me as His partners in shaping the souls of our sons into Kingdom warriors. Get yourself ready for the to-do list delineating the plethora of details your day holds. Rush to get everyone dressed and out the door to school. Feed the kids and, if you have time, feed yourself. Wake everyone up again because they didn’t actually get out of bed the first time. There are many days when mundane tasks take over and it’s easy to forget what we are really doing or what our purpose really is. Intentional parenting sometimes gives way to the busyness of daily life.

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