Putting the last scoop of coffee grains into the coffee filter, I double check to assure myself the timer is set for the morning.
I quietly thank the Lord for coffee.
Desperately trying to have a quiet and meek spirit while screwing the lid on the last sipping cup of the day, I hand the pink cup to my thankful 2 year old daughter who smiles brightly at me and says, “Thank you!”
I rush her to finish her milk.
I make sure all pearly whites are clean.
I tuck my 2 sons in tightly and wait quietly for them to say their prayers. And these 2 little boys never forget a lick! Sadly, in the back of my mind, I am anxiously wanting for them to flurry because I am exhausted from another day of being a mommy.
Sad, but true.
Next, our sweet princess holds her arms out to me, so I can place her in her crib with every “Sally,” she owns and her 3 blankets. Thankfully, she wants to pray, too. Just like her big bubba’s. She repeats every word as precisely as she can after me. She’s just learning to talk.
I hit the button “on” of their CD player. It plays softly hymns sung by children. It’s ever so sweet to the ear.
As I turn the light off and say one last, “Good Night,” my 2 special boys say the sweetest words to my soul that a mother will never erase from her heart.
“Thank you, Mommy, for tucking us in and praying with us!”
And to think I wanted to hurry up their heartfelt prayers so I could call it a day.
I’m sad that I take my motherhood for granted at times.
The verse came to my mind from Psalm 127:3-4,
Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
These are His children, not mine. It is my privileged to pray with these precious children in His name.
May I never forget that my children are a heritage from the Lord.
What a great reminder! I’m not a mom (not even married), but I greatly appreciate the women around me whom I can learn from that will hopefully make me a better wife and mother someday. Thanks for the encouragement.