Dear Little One,
Today is November
8th, 2016. You are blissfully unaware of the current state of our nation,
and frankly, I'm a little jealous. If you want to know what this post was
all about, do a quick search on the 2016 election. Better yet, watch some of
the debates. It's like a three ring circus around here.
I don't yet know
how the circus will end, as the newest ringmaster has not yet been revealed,
but he or she will be by the time you enter this world. Either way, I feel like
I can say with confidence that you are entering a far different world than the
one I grew up in. Even one different than the one your older siblings have been
born into.
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| Your siblings went with us to the polling place as we cast our first ballots in a non vote by mail state. |
But that's what happens. Times change. People change. Culture
changes. And here we are just trying to navigate our way through the troubled
waters, unsure what lies around the river bend.
In time I will do
my best to teach you all about politics, because politics are important. But,
it is my sincere hope that some way, somehow, I will do it in such a way that
will help you to understand that people are more important than policies, that
souls are more valuable than soundbites, and that living in faith is better
than living in fear.
If this election has taught me anything, it is that our
world is anything but predictable and stable.
I have no idea how
much time I am granted here on Earth. When all is said and done, I haven't a
clue what difference my life will have made. Goodness gracious, I don't even
know what tomorrow will bring! But, I do know one thing— my greatest legacy
will not be in the vote that I cast today. It will not be in the person I did
or didn't sway to see my political point of view. I am utterly convinced that
the greatest contribution I will make to this world will be through who I point
to Jesus, and through the legacy I will leave behind through you and your
siblings.
I have so many
hopes and dreams for you.
Dear sweet Little
One, I pray that you will grow up to be a man of faith, a man of character, and
a man of wisdom. I pray that you will be strong, kind, and courageous. I pray
that you will be selfless and compassionate looking out first for the best
interest of others, especially those who are unable to speak up for themselves.
I pray that you will be able to see past the colors red and blue, and be a
force to help bring people together instead of tear people apart. I pray that
you will be a man who leads. As you grow I hope you will lead your peers, your
classmates, your family and who knows, maybe even someday your country, in a
way that honors God and people.
But until then, I
pray that you will flip head down and that you will ease up on simultaneously
punching my esophagus and kicking my bladder.
One thing at a
time.
I realize that a
lot of who you will become rests on my shoulders. No pressure, right? I pray
that I will be the kind of mama who is somehow able to instill these things in
you. I pray that I can gently guide your heart, mind, and soul toward becoming
the man that I hope for you to be.
It's with a heavy
heart for our country and a hopeful countenance for the future that I find
myself writing this letter to you tonight. I pray that your hope (and mine) is
built on nothing less than Jesus's blood and righteousness, because in the end,
everything else is sinking sand.
Love,
Mommy
p.s. If this post seems a bit scattered, just know that it is a reflection of the state of my weary heart and mind. And it resembles the state of our country. We are all tired and worn out and disheartened. Sometimes, that's just the way life is, but there always seem to be brighter day and clearer skies ahead. I look forward with the greatest anticipation to meeting you face-to-face... my hoped for bright spot in the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds me!
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