Our boys are Yours, Jesus

Tears flowed from my eyes this morning as I got ready for church.  We publicly handed Hackett over to the Lord just days before he turned three months.  We committed Koen to the Lord's care four days after his birth at his funeral.  Today we said to Jesus, Tobin is Yours.  It struck me that all three of my boys have now been entrusted to God.  Kevin and I have pledged to raise our boys to have faith in the loving God we serve.  A God who can hold us when we are at the very bottom, feeling only hurt and pain.  A God who is faithful.  A God who can work miracles.  A God who is unwavering.  A God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  A mighty God, who we may not always understand, but find comfort in knowing that He always understands us.  A God who watches over two of my boys on this earth and holds one in His arms in heaven.  They are His.  All three of them.  He has given them to me as gifts, and what amazing gifts they are.  Gifts that I treasure and love more than my own life.  I have the honor of being their mother.

Today, in an intimate setting following the service, the exact same pastor and family members (minus our beloved Great Papa who was sick), who gathered around us in love at Koen's graveside, encircled us as we thanked God for our miracle, Tobin.  Today as we followed Mary and Joseph's example (Luke 2:27), we presented our baby to the the Lord.  Our pastor, family, dear friends, Kevin, and I, all took turns praying over Tobin.  It was moving.  It was powerful.  It was healing.  The spirit of the Lord was with us in those tender moments.  I am so grateful to serve a God whose presence I feel and know.  Our boys are Yours, Jesus.