The Very Best Day

 It is interesting, the whole parenting thing. It is exciting and terrifying and exhausting and confusing. It's a lot of fun too, of course. I have never prayed more in my entire life than I have in the last decade since Carver was born. Since the moment I found out I was pregnant actually. Each year (or hour, day, month...) brought different things to pray about for them. Sometimes it was questionable behaviors that made me fear I was raising a sociopath...or two. Sometimes it was medical or health stuff that kept me up at night. Sometimes I was worried about them making friends and learning to be kind to others. The prayers were often different, depending on the age or phase that each kid was in at the time. But only one prayer really remained constant. A repetitive prayer, deep in my soul. My very greatest wish for them. My biggest hope. That they know Jesus. Not because they know the Bible stories from reading them every night and being at church every Sunday and Wednesday. Not because they want to please us. But because they felt it in their souls too. The truth of God. The promises of the Bible. The hope in Jesus. The love. 

And after years of praying and teaching and (hopefully) modeling faith to the boys, each one made their own professions of faith. Carson in April, and Carver in July.

And as expected, Carson's moment of salvation was easy and not unexpected- he was happy and confident and sweet. Carver's was a wrestling of the soul. A tearful, emotional, question-filled night that can only be described as holy. Both were so special and unique to them and I was able to pray with each of them. I am so grateful to have been a part of those moments.

On August 18th they were both baptized in the lake at Camp Ridgecrest by the children's pastor at our church, Pastor Matt Sutton. I am thankful they were baptized by someone we consider a friend. Because of Covid, it was a small gathering, but it was a beautiful night. 

An answer to years of prayer. I will never forget a moment of it.