Letter To My 7 Year Old

Dear Caleb, Seven years ago today, I experienced the greatest miracle on earth as you were born into this world.  I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew you were a gift from God.  

For the first time in seven years, I am really feeling the full import of your birthday-- that you are growing up, never to return to that of a little child. You are so big this year. You make conversation, you do dishes, you change diapers, you make real choices, and you apply God's Word! You came in last night before bed, and gave me my "last six-yr. old hug," and rather than feeling loss for the time that is passing so quickly, I was challenged to make every day I continue to have with you count.  

There have been many days that Ma Ma has wasted, focusing on the wrong thing, harboring a discontented attitude.  I'm embarrassed to say that I have even felt, at times, that you and your brothers were a burden. God has instructed my heart concerning these things, and whether you have noticed or not, Ma Ma has made a conscious choice to diligently enjoy all that the Lord's entrusted to my care.  

I think this is why our little "dates" to the park and around the block have been so special lately.  I have been so amazed at the boy that you are--the insight, the humor, the sensitivity--as we walk and talk.  I love that you want to hold my hand around the neighborhood.  I know that too will pass, but for now--it is such a blessing to me.  

I want you to know that you are unique and very special.  I want you to know that the Lord desires to do great things through your life, but more importantly, He desires to be great in your life.  That is my prayer for you for your birthday...that you might not merely know the living God, but that you might fall desperately onto His grace and live a life whose every moment counts unto Him.

I love you, son.

Your Ma Ma