A Mama Moment……

               with Kenton and Johnson    

                                    May 31, 2013

I remember Dr. David Hager asking me if I wanted to pray before I go too far into the delivery of my unborn sons.  He said, “I’ve learned not to wait because if we wait until we get into hard labor, then at times, things go so fast that we don’t have time to cover them in prayer.  Would you like to cover them in prayer now?”

Those were precious words to me……..and, I have never forgotten them.

And so, just he and I bowed our head in prayer over the hearts, the souls, the lives of my twin sons.  He did this again later with both their Dad and I prior to their birth.

I am grateful that my sons had a physician who knew the importance of prayer.

I am grateful for Dr. Aiken who assisted in us becoming parents to the boys and who, likewise, understood the importance of prayer.

And so, as my sons enter into their season of  “man-hood” by becoming eighteen, I enter a new, more purposeful season of prayer.

Our children cannot survive in this world without the covering of prayer…..

My children are no exception.  Maybe, in fact, they need prayers even more than some…..

So, today, our family begins…..

To pray….

Not just for Madison, Kenton and Johnson….but, for all of our young people….for your children…for your grandchildren….

Prayer is the purest avenue we have to cover them and the most important thing we can do to fortify them...

Join us?

Blessings,

Lesa

 

I thank God often for the ability to place in my head and on my heart the pieces of my life which have formed and grown me.  Like a patchwork quilt or a stain-glass window, there are all the little pieces of me come together to love and nurture and guide.  I gather warmth from their covering and insight as I glance through these colorful, little minute pieces joined together with the mortar of sweat and tears and laughter and joy…..a young girl’s anticipation…

And now, as I head into this second half of life, it is a gift I have as I am able to look back from here and reminiscence of those tiny fragments of life all scooped up in my hand and laid down flat on the table of my soul.  Like a master stain-glass-maker, matching colors and sizes and shapes and laying them out all beautiful waiting for the moment I can lift them up and let them shine for eternity.

It is a labour of love, this binding and joining and forming of a life.  The fact that it is my life made more precious to me as each day is marked off on the calendar.

And, sweet preciousness grows big in my heart as I am looking back to when I was a young girl, all full of hopes and dreams and goals and possibilities….the gift of everything being possible and all things being do-able, unfettered by the burgeoning of life…

Back when the knowing that all I had to do was…..

IMAGINE……..