Trustful Expectation

My children are now in their early 20s.  They’re not little boys any more.  My full-time parenting days are pretty much over.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I’m a bit strong-willed.  So are my boys.  I also have the need to be in control.

Not my best trait.

By middle school, Kale figured out that we had his best interest at heart, and he was pretty submissive even though he didn’t always like our answer.  Tyler, on the other hand, found ways to buck the system and do things his way.

Not HIS best trait. It also didn’t bode well in the high school years.

While Tyler and I have always loved one another, for most of his life we’ve been in a battle of the wills and I’ve been on the losing end more times than I wish to count.  (He’d probably say the same thing.)  But, I’ve never given up or compromised my principals.

Last night at church, Steve talked about HOPE.  He said “Hope is trustful expectation.  Believing that God WILL intervene on your behalf.”

He went on to say that…

“Faith is believing God CAN do something, Hope is believing God WILL do something.”

Ever since my boys were born I’ve prayed for them.  And when the parenting road got rough, I continued to pray… and HOPE.  Believing that everything we taught them and modeled for them over the years would matter and trusting that God would answer my prayers.

Yesterday at lunch, Tyler said something to me that made every hurt, every worry, every fear, every tear seem worth it and it melted this momma’s heart.  I’ll never forget it… his words or the sincerity in them.

Because, whenever I look into these eyes…

I still see him…

 

Thank you, Tyler.  You made my day!