Tuesday, February 11, 2014


As I approach my due date, my mind is filled with all the many bad things that can happen to a child. Already so in love with my baby boy, thinking about all the potential dangers tends to make me a bit crazy. But it isn't the thought of my son breaking an arm or having to get stitches that scares me the most. It's the thought of the devil ever getting his hands on my son's life.

I wasn't a perfect child, not by far. Thinking back on some of the things I did while in sin several years ago I shudder to think of how I let the devil take control of me. The fact that he could ever have a part of my son scares me to death. 

More than anything in this world I want to make sure I raise my son in a good church, one that makes him want Jesus in his life more than anything. I want him to never stray from the straight and narrow and to never have to experience the sin, sadness, and brokenness that I had to before I was finally ready to surrender. I don't want him to have the personality to try the bad things for himself like I did. 

I know I can't be super mom. I know I can't force him to be the person I want him to be. But I will do my best to show him Christ. I want my son to be able to look at me and say 'I want what she has.' I will pray for him daily. That's the best I can do. 

I love you, TJ!