Our youngest son goes by the nickname, "Critter". His favourite books when he was a little guy were the "Lil Critter" series. He used to love to search for the bug on every page.
He was born to me when I was 44, and I joked that I waited so long to have grandkids that I thought I'd have them myself.
This evening I took Critter to soccer practice, and dropped him off so I could go and visit Sarah, his older sister. When I got to Sarah's house, there was nobody there but the dogs, and it was a good thing, because I was no sooner in the driveway than I got a text from Heather, who said Critter missed his practice. He got the time wrong.
I went back to pick him up, and when we got home, we had a few special moments together. I told him I loved him, and asked him what he thought would be the most important thing I could ever tell him.
"To love God?" he asked.
"YES!" I said. If there was any message I wanted to communicate to my kids, it was that they should love the Lord their God with all their hearts and all their souls and all their minds and all their strength.
"Do you know you're saved?" I asked him. "Are you sure you are born again?
"Yes," he replied. "I know for sure that I am a child of God!"
"How do you know?"
"About a year ago, I realized that I was a sinner, and that there was no hope for me without Christ. I prayed, and asked Him to save me. He did!"
There truly is no greater joy to a parent than to know that your children are following God. I asked Critter if it has made a difference in his understanding of the Word of God. He told me he understands the sermons better, and that he understands the Bible better. How wonderful is that?
My heart was filled with joy. I asked my youngest son, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"A missionary," he replied. "I think I'll start with Afghanistan. They truly need the Lord there."
I have no words...