Oh. My. Goodness. I wish I could explain how I feel when I have the opportunity to hear my teenage son preach. At times, everything in me wants to jump up and exclaim, "That's my boy!" At other times, I reach for my kleenex and look around for a small distraction to keep from crying like a ball bag.
Whatever end of the emotional gamut my body and mind choose to travel, the feelings inside are indescribable! I mean, I love watching him run track - he is quite speedy - I turn into the crazy, screaming mom in the stands faster than you can blink; but the emotions I stumble through while he is preaching the Word are just different.
The knowledge of how God has already used him.
The reality of how God is using him right now.
The tremendous sense of pride in who God is growing him to be.
It brings up a level of emotions, of pride (in who God has created him to be) that are off the charts. The only thing I can relate it to is God's love for us.
Each time I hear my son preach, I get a tiny glimpse of how God feels when His children are obedient to His call, a little taste of how it feels to fully, unconditionally love. Even if it is a small, minute peek into how God views us when we walk with Him in obedience, it has challenged my desire to walk humbly by God's side.
These indefinable emotions have raised the standard. I long to have more moments where God exclaims, "That's my girl!" I want to willingly walk in moments that matter in eternity.
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