Roots

I hear the flip flop of his little feet behind me.  The gentle tone in his voice that says, "Mom, I follow you."  And I'm flooded with thoughts and unexpected fears.  The wild-eyed boy makes me wonder what he will be like as a man.  And I pray that his desire to follow me will be more than to the movie shelf.  That his following would be to the feet of Jesus.



As a mom I want to plant my children by the stream of Christ.  That the roots of his faith will be planted firm in the one who created him.  As the psalmist said:

¹ Oh, the joys of those who do not
follow the advice of the wicked,
or stand around with sinners,
or join in with mockers.
² But they delight in the law of the Lord,
meditating on it day and night.
³ They are like trees planted along the riverbank,
    bearing fruit each season.
Their leaves never wither,
    and they prosper in all they do. ~ Psalm 1:1-3

Today my prayer for those little hands and little feet is that the roots of faith would take hold in Christ alone where they would receive what they need for every season of life.