I kneel beside these beds; the beds of these children who only a short while ago paid me honor. Breakfast in bed never tasted so sweet, as when it comes with a kiss from little boys’ lips. They honor me. But as I kneel below their sleeping forms, I am humbled. Am I not the one who is honored? Honored to be the mother of these. Honored to be a mother. How lovely is this love that fills my womb and all the other empty places inside me now!

I remember another mother, from days long past. And I wonder at her. Raising a Christ child must have been a singular experience. Or was it unique in its normalcy? What was it like to mother this child, my heart ponders. How did this Christ child play? Did he love God’s furry and feathered creatures, as my youngest? Did he have a talent with facts and figures, as my oldest? Would he ever serve his mother breakfast in bed? I smile at the thought.

“But his mother treasured all these things in her heart.” (Luke 2:51b)

I sit in the dark and place my hand on his head, willing the blessing to move through my fingertips. What will this child become? His destiny is not foretold. It is known only by The One. Bless this mind, Father, let it dwell on your Word…my fingers move downward…Bless this mouth, let it’s words be pleasing to you…Further still…Bless these shoulders, let them carry only what You will. Lay the burden down, lay the burden downYe, and this heart–let it be a heart like yours. Bless these hands, let them build and not tear down…these legs, let them walk humbly and stand firm in You…Oh, Father, bless this child!

He has not yet grown into who he will be, but I still yet see a shadow of a faithful one. He will grow. He will grow.

“And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.”(Luke 2:52)

My eyes see anew amidst these shadows and whispers. How clearly one sees in the dark. The grief of this long ago mother leads me.

I am blessed. I am honored. For my children belong to the Lord.

“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear!” (Luke 1:42)


  1. says

    I loved reading your heart again. It is precious to see.

    I am learning to call out those things I see in my children. As an adult I realized that so much of who I am had gotten lost into who I became. I realized that I could not remember what things God had called me into, what was I good at? I couldn’t remember. I don’t remember knowing. In that a desire rose up in me to begin then to notice those pictures of God in my kids.
    It’s been a new journey and I am learning to call our their true identity….

    I love seeing your precious heart for your sons.

    They will rise up and call you blessed!

    You are truly blessed!

    Hugs & Love to you!

  2. says

    “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear!” (Luke 1:42)

    I love this verse; it is very special to me.

    I too like to think of the things Jesus would have done as a boy. I wonder what would have made him giggle, and what his favorite meal would have been, and what was his favorite childhood story to hear his parents tell….just everyday common things like that, I often wonder about.

    You write so beautifully, Laura.
    Lovely post!
    God Bless,

  3. says

    What a great mother you are…you childern are so blessed and will be so blessed in the furture because of your prayers for them!
    Thank you for sharing this precious post!

  4. says

    Beautiful, Laura. You took me there, again. You made me wanna go kneel by my kid’s beds and soak in the privalege. I’m off to do that…

    Thanks, friend.
    Lisa 🙂

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