Sometimes, I'm asked what it's like for me when he comes back...
Today, I went to take J to the nursery at church. ~ He visited us for the weekend.
As I began to leave, he screamed Mama.
And my heart lurched.
I scooped up the son of my soul and spent the next two hours like this...
And through a sermon I heard little of, I whispered...
You are safe. You are loved. You belong to Jesus.
And every fiber of my being worshipped with all that I am,
from an altar of sacrifice with open hands.
Because He is worthy of all my praise...and surrender ~