I'm pretty sure that it's the desire of every man when he gets married to one day have a son. A son that he can take fishing, a son that he can teach to burp, a son that he can pass on all of the manly traits that he received from his own father. When our son was born, B and I were just in amazement over every little thing that he did. It wasn't long after our son was born that he began to want to be just like his Daddy. Every thing that Daddy did, he wanted to do.
The other night at revival B went forward to pray. After a few seconds E went up to the altar and knelt right beside his Dad. Nothing was said. No words were spoken between them, and when they came back to sit down, B had his arm around E's shoulders. Yesterday I asked E about it. I wanted to make sure that he was OK and didn't need any extra help understanding things. He told me that he was fine, he just wanted to go and pray with his Dad and ask God to help his Dad with whatever he was praying about. I tell ya, I had a hard time keeping back the tears. It's hard sometimes watching my kids grow up. As a Mom I just want to protect them from all of the horrible things in the world. I want them to stay young and innocent. It hit me yesterday though, after my conversation with E. It's going to be OK. I'm not saying that B and I have it all together by any means, but somewhere we must have done something right. By keeping our eyes on our Heavenly "Dad" we have shown our kids how to follow Him, by first having them follow us. Not a bad deal if you ask me. And besides, with a role model like B, E is sure to grow into a smashing young man.