Dreaming for Someone Else

I've always been a dreamer.

I've dreamed for everything. As a little girl, I used to draw out my future house (something my current house looks nothing like, by the way), I would dream of my future dog (I'm no longer a dog person), my future pet's names (I wanted a bunny named Bambi), and of course, I dreamed of and wrote to my future spouse. While all those dreams may or may not come true, now I have more than myself to dream for: my son.

It's hard to imagine that my sweet little baby will have to go through hard times in life.
Someone will tell him a lie.
Someone will break his heart.
Someone will be his hero.
Someone will let him down.
Someone will make him happy.
Someone will make him fall in love.
Someone will want him to be someone better than he already is.
Hopefully, someone will mirror Jesus to him so he'll grow to be a godly man.

When I think about this, it makes me want to scoop him up and cuddle and protect him forever. Isn't it so precious to know that someone else is holding his heart in His hands? Someone else loves him soooo much more than this mama ever could. It's hard for me to surrender that control, honestly. At the same time, it helps me breathe!

I don't want bad things to happen to Adrian, but of course (as Nick and I are currently learning) bad things help build character, and God always, always uses bad things to bring us closer to Him.

I'm so thankful for that today.