a growing promise

I just watched his tiny little butt wander out of the office. His pants are barely staying up because I am attempting to start potty training and without the onesie, that is a pain to unsnap each time he goes to the bathroom but acts as a little bit of friction to keep his pants on his behind (and they are safety pinned, too). But, as he wandered out I wondered about the days that will come in his life. All of the different ones that he will wake up to. What will he look like as he plays soccer with the other eight-year-olds? What kind of music will he like when he's fourteen? Will he mind talking to his mom and dad when there are other people around? And, the more poignant ones: Will he accept Jesus at an early age? Will he follow God all his life or take a few years and try out his own way? Will he be great for God? Will he be a man of honor and integrity that follows God's word with his heart? But, then my heart is told, by my soul, to be still. To stop fluttering so, and enjoy peace. Enjoy contentment. Enjoy promise.

Many, O Lord my God, are the things you have done
The things you have planned for us, who can recount to you?
Were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare. Ps. 40:5

Enjoy run-n-jump hugs, enjoy cheesy little grins, enjoy trying to potty train little by little, enjoy dinosaur noises, enjoy toilet paper shreds throughout the house, and enjoy loving a boy whose future is full of promise!