He stinks sometimes.
He annoys the family pets, mostly the cat.
He takes out the garbage and does the dishes…sometimes.
He kicks tail on Modern Warfare on his Xbox.
He’s my son.
He finds me to give me a hug every day.
He walks a mile to take the city bus to school.
He invites his friends to youth group.
He spills Coke on the carpet.
He’s not perfect but I like him that way.
And in the horrifying silence in the moments after our car accident, he was the first to see my injuries.
“Mom! What can I do for you? What can I do?”
“Stay still and pray.”
And he did.
(You can read my daughter’s post about that here and be ready to get wowed by her story!)
Two months later, he posted this on his facebook page:
This is my son.
A man in the making.
A man who has already learned the deep truth of recognizing his need for salvation.
A man who knows his Savior.
A man who’s not afraid to be a Jesus Freak.
Who prays for the kid in his math class who claims to be an atheist.
Who surprises me by asking the right questions, the hard questions.
And who knows the answers and the hope.
This is my son, my silly, adorable, smelly, nerdy, saved son.
“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.” 1 Timothy 4:12
Recognizing and valuing your salvation is a crucial element to keeping your relationship with Jesus vital. Consider the times in your life that you were “saved”, danger was intercepted, death was delayed or despair replaced with hope. Do you chalk it up to coincidence? Or do you respond like my son?