Is This Child For Real?
I heard some movement in my bedroom last night. I stirred and sat up to find Tyler kneeling next to my bed, his head rested on his folded hands.
“It’s okay, Mommy. I’m just praying for you.”
“You are?”
“Yes. I am asking God to give you good rest and a good night and so many good dreams.”
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Tricia Lott Williford
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Kim A. says:
Oh my goodness….what a tender gift from God!
Lauren says:
amen to all the previous comments!! (didn’t need hot cocoa to warm me up tonight! 🙂 )
Jen says:
What a little sweetheart! Well done Momma and well done Tyler for hearing God’s prompting on his heart!
hairdoer64 says:
Oh my such a sweet boy! Don’t ever doubt the men they will grow up to be! Their Dad just leaned in and whispered” that’s my boy”!!
beth says:
What a blessing!! That got me all teary this afternoon. BEAUTIFUL!
Patty Kline says:
Oh that dear, dear boy. What a tender, sensitive heart he has. He loves you so much.
Lyli @ 3-D Lessons for Life says:
Precious
Denise Pesich says:
You’re doing such a good job. This is the Lord making sure you know this.
Becky Johnson says:
Reblogged this on We Laugh, We Cry, We Cook and commented:
Just a few short years ago, my darling, beautiful, brilliant friend Tricia Williford lost her husband suddenly, two days before Christmas. He was at home and with complications of a flu-like illness, died in front of her eyes. Her gorgeous, honest memoir, Life Comes Back, debuts in February. (She will also be speaking at Don Miller’s Storytelling Conference that month.) This blog today, so gripped my heart. When her husband died her boys were pre-school age. Last week when one of them told a friend that his Daddy died at Christmas; the little friend didn’t believe it. Likely because what child can believe that something like that can really happen? Who loses a Daddy? And of all times, at Christmas? My admiration for Tricia as a writer is only eclipsed by my admiration for her a single mother, a too-young widow whose faith has gone through the valley of agony and come out shining, like a Christmas star.
Every year I stay on the watch for a story or blog that pulls my heart into the essence of Christmas. This year, this is it.
Becky Johnson says:
Tears welling up. Yes… “What child is this?” Your angel-boy. A gift. Every year, I sort of wait for something that is my spiritual “warming” …that connects me to Christmas below the surface of all the noise. This is it. I doubt I’ll ever forget it.
Jackie says:
What a beautiful moment!
Claire Pisor says:
Precious, just precious.
amber says:
what a kid! he’s gonna be a great grown up!
Molly mcmillan says:
You don’t need anything else ever. You are raising him right mama.
Rhonda says:
that is the sweetest thing I have ever heard, my heart can’t hardly take it!