Melancholy Morning

This morning I was reminiscing some of my favorite times with Zach; a little melancholic nostalgia. Watching him play soccer- he is incredibly fast. He pulls off adroit moves with graceful ease. Having him call me into his room to hear a new song he wrote. The little sparkle in his eye when he asks me what I think of so-and-so. Asking me to scratch his back while he tells me his latest idea. Watching him plan out his day when he feels really rushed, but determined to finish everything. The day he built Hawaii in our backyard.

The other day I was talking to Zach at school and he was telling me how tired he was. When I asked him why, he told me that he and a few other friends were up until 2am encouraging and admonishing a brother who was struggling. He told me a bit of the struggle and some of the wisdom he and his friends were giving to the one in need. I was so encouraged to hear how he was turning to God's Word as The final authority and the only Absolute to life's quandaries. I was also touched by his deep love and concern for his fellow brother.

I am so proud of him! Not proud of what he has become, not proud of my parenting skills-they are sorely lacking. But proud of what God is creating in him, I am proud of the fact that his life is reflecting the love and sincerity of Christ. Zach is humbling himself before God, and God is giving him grace upon grace. My heart swells with the pride of realized hope and prayers, crescendoing in a cacophony of thankfulness to a most gracious and faithful God!