A letter to my son

A little over two years ago I wrote a letter to my daughter (linked at bottom). While it also reflects my hopes and prayers for my son, I wanted to write a specific one for just him.

Dear Declan,

Eyes: I pray that your eyes see, really see, every humans worth. That they will not be used for the exploitation or denigration of others. That they wouldn’t be afraid to cry.. like at Remember The Titans. That they would reflect depth. That above all, they would gaze into the glory and grace of Jesus and everything else would grow strangely dim.

Ears: I pray that your ears will never stop hearing the simple things like planes soaring or birds chirping or your sister laughing. That your ears will be quicker to act than your mouth is. That they would be open to hear talks with your dad. That above all, at the end of your life, you would hear your Father say “well done.”

Mouth: I pray that your words would be gentle and courageous; and that they would protect and defend. That its favorite shape would be a genuine smile. That you would use it to enjoy and appreciate good food. Above all that I would hear it loudly sing the praises of your King in the back seat of our car, in the shower, down the aisle from me, and in a village half way across the world.

Hands: That your hands would work hard at whatever they do. That they would help others up when they fall down and reach out to be grabbed when you yourself fall down. That they would firmly shake the hand of both the executive and the man on the street corner. Above all, that they would be open to receive grace and forgiveness in Christ.

Mind: I pray that your mind would grow in knowledge but even more so, in wisdom. That your mind would be a battle ground against destructive thoughts and a factory for growth, creativity, and reflection. Above all, that your mind would constantly mull over the Words of God.

Feet: I pray that they would jump and run and kick and climb. That they would bring you to the tops of mountains and feel the edge of the ocean wash over them. Above all, that they would go wherever God would lead you.

Heart: Lastly, I pray for your precious heart. That your heart would feel deeply and love fiercely. That it would be big and be brave. That it would have an evident connection to your words and actions. Above all, that it would rest secure and strong not just as a servant of God but through salvation, a son of God. A fully known, accepted, held, and loved- son.

No matter where you go, what you do, or who you become, our love for you is settled and our arms are always an open place for you to run.

I’m glad you’re my boy.

Love, Mom

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