I miss Him too

A few weeks ago when I was getting Seth to bed he said something that stopped me in my tracks and caused a moment of pause. Now, a little back story . . . sometimes (many times) this child acts like a wild animal. He can destroy a room in 10 seconds all the while screaming and yelling. On this particular night he was adamant that he didn't want to go to bed, so we had been dealing with the fight of brushing teeth, changing clothes, praying, singing, etc etc. All I wanted was for that boy to be quiet and asleep and then he said, "I miss Jesus. He talked to me a long long time ago when I was in Heaven."

(Insert jaw drop and stab of motherly guilt)

I responded, "I miss Him too."

This life is hard. There are times that I feel almost homesick, longing for something that I can't quite place. And I think that's what it is; I miss Jesus. I know he's here and with me always, but how amazing it must have been (and will be) to be in His presence, to really BE with Him. I look forward to that day and in the mean time count my blessings for all that life has to teach me so I CAN be with Him again.

Out of the mouth of babes.