sharing the Best thing

Last night I was moved by an amazing experience. Edwin and I were worshiping God with hundreds of college students at a missions conference at BIOLA (we went to represent World Team and got blessed in the process). As the drums and bass rattled the hollowish gym floor beneath my feet, and the vibrations made their way to my heart, I connected in a moment of joy to the reality that my baby is aware of the environment his mother is in. And since he can now hear what is going on out in the world he’ll soon inhabit, he was a part of that same worship experience that was quickening my heartbeat in the awe and joy of loving Jesus through song. It was an intimate time for me, of connecting in spirit with my Lord, raising one hand high, and connecting in flesh with my child, one hand on my growing belly.

There is no joy like knowing that I get to be a nurturer of this child’s faith. He is not mine, nor Edwin’s, but the Lord’s, and we are his stewards, the blessed parents of a living, breathing creation of God. During those moments of worship, I realized that I was in the beginning moments of what I have prayed so long for: to disciple and raise up a lover of Jesus Christ. I have long prayed for my children, that they would be men and women of God. Last night my child was a receiver of that heavenly flow of the Spirit’s movement. And I was a part of giving that to him…the first of many opportunities to share God’s love with my baby.

~ by samsonadventures on March 20, 2009.