Today our eldest turned 29. I can't believe it's 29 already. When we were his age we were inexperienced new parents bundu-bashing into life without the foggiest idea of what lay ahead.
Inevitably, as with all parents and especially moms, you dig up memories of all kinds such as food memories of the boys devouring my family-famous-lasagne.
Last night we once again attempted pizza with prepped lasagne waiting to be wood fired after curfew. While assembling the lasagne all those memories flooded my mind.
And when I took the dish out of the pizza oven in the early hours of this morning, I wished we could all sit around the table today to enjoy this beautiful crispy success of a wood fired dish.
And tonight one of my youngest's friends stopped by and ended up having dinner with us. Sitting there with two strapping young men at my table, I realised God planned this so I could at least have part of my wish.
I realised then how strong the tie is between family members (particularly a mother and her children); a Godly bond of unity cemented by His love and blessing of grace.
No matter where we all are today, that bond will always be there. No matter what happens God will go to great lengths to ensure this bond between us and our children will be there forever, withstanding the onslaught of life happenings.
So tonight I offer up a prayer for the moms whose children are missed, may your heart be filled with joy over God's creation of a person you call child. Wherever that child is, in heaven or on earth, at home or far away, be sure to rest in the knowledge that the bond you share is eternal.
He's got you. And He's got them. And He's most definitely got this.
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