My ex-husband kidnapped my two youngest children, my daughter was
four and my son was almost two. It took almost three years to get them
back. So I missed a lot of milestones. When they were returned, there
was much damage control that needed to be accomplished. One of our
first trips was camping on Current River, in Doniphan, MO. We got to
the campsite late, I was beyond stressed trying to make everything
perfect, the two youngest were arguing with the two oldest, and by
11:00pm I still didn't have the tent up.
I lost my temper and yelled at them and threatened that if they
didn't knock it off, they would be sleeping in the woods!! Although
they calmed down and waited for me to finish, I felt horrible.
The next morning, my youngest, my son came out of the tent as I was
preparing breakfast for them and came over to me and gave me a big hug.
He told me, "Mom, you seemed to be having a hard time last night so I
prayed for you."
It was a simple statement and yet so profound at the same time. He
was just four years old and in one sentence, had me on my knees, hugging
him and crying.
The Lord blesses through hardships and diversity and my son reminded me of that on that one June morning. This is my son, Stephen at the age of nineteen.
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