Train Up a Child

I am a Christian, but I don’t pray every day.  Most of the time I don’t feel like I’m a very good one.  For me, God is an ever-present, guiding beacon in my life and I feel like I talk to Him or try to feel out what His way would be all throughout the day, but I don’t automatically pray when I close my eyes at night.  I don’t know why.  I don’t even know if that’s important.  What I do know, is I want my faith to be as strong as that of my ten year old son’s.

Jace has been sick off and on all week.  It’s been a weird kind of sickness though and some TMI is about to follow.  Sunday afternoon he said his belly was killing him and he crawled in my bed and fell asleep.  He is never a napper.  Never.  This kid is nocturnal.  He could and would stay up all night and sleep half the day, but he never naps during the day.  When he does, he’s sick.  He slept for about an hour and then woke up vomiting.  It was a one time deal, he got back in bed, went back to sleep and had no more episodes.  Monday I kept him home from school to make sure he was over whatever caused the vomiting.  A huge pet peeve of mine is sending kids to school before they are well so then they make all their classmates sick… but I digress.  Monday, no vomit.  He did have a belly ache and nausea, but no vomit.  I fully expected him to go back to school on Tuesday.  Tuesday morning he woke up still with the belly ache and nausea but I told him he was going to school anyway.  He promptly puked.  And not like, ‘oh, I better puke to get out of school’ vomit.  So I kept him home again.  And again, other than a belly ache and nausea, no more vomiting all day.  Wednesday, I sent him to school.  Wednesday night, diarrhea is added to the mix and vomiting again.  What. the. heck??  So I kept him home Thursday and scheduled an appointment for him with the pediatrician.

Considering both the duration and the way the symptoms were coming and going, the pediatrician said that while there was a good chance that it was viral, there was also a chance that it was this weird diagnosis called ‘abdominal migraines’.  This actually wasn’t that weird to me because when Parker was small, we went through around two to three years of testing- EGDs (twice), barium swallows, x-rays, labs, and arguments with numerous specialists that no, my child wasn’t just constipated, before she was finally diagnosed with abdominal migraines.  I had forgotten about that actually because now that she’s older, she has graduated to good old fashioned migraine headaches like her momma.  Turns out that this is how migraines can present in children and the symptoms are abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting.  The more you know.

Anyway.  This blog isn’t about vomit, it’s about faith.  The faith of a child.

Jace is a believer and in the sweetest, most pure way possible.  When I’m having a fibro flare, he will come kiss me on the fivehead and say, “Momma, I’m going to pray that God will help your pain.”

We recently started attending a new church and last night there was a knock at the door.  It was the pastor, just stopping on his way by with a loaf of homemade bread.  When I came back in, Jace asked who was at the door and I told him and explained about the bread.  Now our family loves some carbs.  Especially the Lord’s carbs.  I don’t know if Bro. Brett was out of the driveway before I started cutting that bread with Jace by my side, basically salivating.  As I was cutting it he said, “Momma, I think that God told him to bring that bread, because He knows that I haven’t been feeling well.”  He ate three pieces of that bread before he went to bed last night…

Can you imagine being ten years old and KNOWING that you have a Heavenly Father who loves little ol’ you so very much that He will send one of His messengers with a loaf of bread when you haven’t been feeling well?  I was emotional last night and typing that sentence just made me emotional again.  I hope that Jace always has a faith that is that strong.  That he always feels that close to his Savior.  That he always feels like He is just one servant away.  I hope that all of my children feel that way.

I say that I don’t pray daily but I do pray with Jace nightly.  We say the typical child’s prayer together.  One night I found out that he continues to pray silently afterward.

This child.  His heart is too good for me.  I don’t know what I did to deserve him.

I hope he never loses his closeness with God.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. — Proverbs 22:6

Author: LA Hollaaa

The hardest thing I’ll ever do is fill out an “about me” section. I can’t be summarized 🤷🏼‍♀️

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s