My children Joy, Amy & Bob
I have been blessed by God with three wonderful kids. Each of them is unique in their own special way. This picture was taken several years ago. Hair color has changed somewhat, time has caught up with them, but this is the only one I could find that shows them all together at the same time.
To say they come from good stock would probably sound like any proud mother, but I’ll say it anyway. They were born into a Christian home, loved to the moon and back by Christian parents, grandparents, great grandparents, etc. They knew Jesus the minute they came into the world, because both mom and dad prayed with extremely grateful hearts when they were born. The prayers continue every day.
It always amazes me how quickly they’re aging. I don’t feel as though I’ve aged a bit. Somehow my oldest daughter is going to be 53 this year, our son is 51 and our baby girl will be 47. How did that happen?
Our prayers for our children have not stopped. Even though they’re all self sufficient, we continue to ask for God’s presence in their lives. We confidently pray that the things they learned as children still remains in their hearts.
I could go into great detail about the successes these wonderful human beings have achieved. I could use fancy words to describe how much they mean to me. I could wax arrogantly (how’s that for fancy words?) as to their good looks, their sparkling smiles, their wit and charm, but no one would believe me. I tend to wax too much when it comes to my kids.
I’ll just say this. I am proud to be a mother. I was never really prepared for all the things that came along with parenting, but God was with me through the journey. It’s been exciting, frustrating, worrisome, wonderful, nerve wracking and the best thing I ever did. I thank God for the honor of allowing me to be a mom.