That Cry

The reaction you give, defines the heart and soul of who you truly are.
I never thought a cry from a baby would go to the inner of my soul and at moments, almost bring tears to my eyes. At times all I want to do is hold them until they soothe into slumber and there is only absolute happiness on their little faces. That they would never know the pain that the world will soon bring them as they grow old.
Knowing the words I speak grow roots in their inner soul pushes me to love them with overwhelmingly loving words and tones.
Proverbs 18:21 "The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit."
I want my children to LOVE life, the life of Christ, all that is good and humble. There is no other starting foundation they can have but the one Brett and I give them. Yes, children can stray from their roots but roots are the last to die. My heart aches of the thought of my belonged brother. A brother that was raised in the love of two amazing parents. They loved Christ with all their heart, living an example of what true love was, what a father and mother should be, and a heart that kept forgiving. How is it that a boy could stray so far from his parents, from God, that he could no longer see the light in full but just a glimmer in the distant. Free will. That's the price of freedom, the will to choose your life no matter your roots.
Praise Jesus though that he was rooted in Christ. That no matter how far he RAN from God, God was always right behind him. That in the last moments of his life he returned to Christ. Leaving the darkness for light, the world for heaven, garbage that filled pages of his life for scripture, the ever life that breathed truth to his heart and opened his eyes to the sin he for so longed was entangled in. Those were the last moments of his life and with that my heart sings with joy. It aches still from the pain of losing such a man that was finally returning to God. That always had a heart of Gold, pure honest Gold. Mercy flowed from God to him. Just envisioning him pulls my heart in so many ways. Thank you Lord for such a forgiving heart you had for my brother and that you have for your children. 
^" If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you." John 15:19
Thank you Lord for your love, this world is not HOME and home is where my brother is! Praise Jesus.
I will do everything in my body and soul to make sure my children KNOW the Lord. That he is not just a man, but their SAVIOR. That scripture is what they LIVE by not just what they hear on Sunday. My children will stand apart, for if they don't then WE have failed at the most important thing God has given us. For if I can not even lead my children to Christ, then how can I lead anyone else?