It’s that time of week.
Where I join others at Lisa-Jo’s place
And we throw caution to the wind and write free
For 5 minutes time.
No back tracking or editing allowed.
It’s not necessary.
This is just me
Sharing what my heart feels when given the word prompt:
He jumps to his feet as he twirls around to see me. “Oh Mom, you scared me. I thought you were a monster.”
I’ll admit, I might sound like one while bending low to grab a sock escapee from my loaded arms of laundry.
I set my burden down to focus on his. “Bud, you don’t ever have to be scared in our house. Your dad and I will make sure of that. But I bet I did startle you, huh. Sorry about that. I should have said something.”
He goes back to building while I steady my own. Unsure if I said enough. We’ve had the monster talk dozens of times and it hurts my heart when I hear it is still an issue in his.
No one told me with this mother gig how hard it would be to teach your child to decipher between imagination and reality. For both are equally important. They easily entwine at this age. Which is why faith comes so easy.
And I see him soak up the stories of Jesus and the mystery of miracles like they are as real as you or me. And that’s what Jesus is to Him. A real friend. A real, living, mighty Savior.
The back of my mind worries if I squelch out the monsters too fast, I’ll burn the bridge of faith. Of the true reality beyond this world that is not our true home.
As I bend down again to pick up that which needs to be washed clean, I pray
Father, oh to have faith like a child. To not even question Your impression on my life. Help me to secure that in my boy, Lord. To ingrain it so deep the monsters of this world won’t penetrate it. Be his shield, Jesus. Protect his open heart. and help him see You in new ways every day. So he will always know You are real and love him more than even his imagination can conjure up…
How about you? How do you keep faith real? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.