On the way home from work a couple of nights ago, I was given a mental picture that made tears flow from my eyes. Though it makes some people nervous, I suppose it could even be called a vision. Whatever it was, I believe that it came from God.
The picture that I received was of my children ten years from now.
Noelle was 19, one year removed from high school, probably dating some guy that I am having trouble trusting. Is she in college? Is she striving to fulfill her dreams? Does she still feel comfortable sharing those dreams with her Daddy? Does she still know how much I love her? I hope her life is filled with joy.
Bradley was 18, a new high school graduate. It wasn’t easy for him, but he made it through. Was he able to find a positive outlet for his creative energy? Does he feel good about himself, about what he has accomplished? What does the future hold for him? I pray that he knows how special he is and how much I care about him.
Jonathan was 17, a senior in high school. Is he still as helpful as he was as a child? Did he continue playing sports? Has his stubbornness been honed into a tool that will propel him into a future of amazing potential? Does he still laugh at the silliest things? Does he still like passing football with his old man? I hope so. And I hope he knows how proud I am of him.
Matthew was 17 and a high school senior, too. Has he grown weary of having to work so hard to keep up with other kids his age? Or has his zest for life kept increasing? Does he still have that same infectious smile? How are his feet and his legs–are they still strong? I remember seeing him as a baby and wondering if he was going to make it and now–now he’s almost an adult. To God be the glory!
Mary Hope was 13 and in the eighth grade. She was the baby–and she still is even though she no longer looks like it. Her eyes are still big and brown and her laughter is still full and free. Does she still want to be around her Daddy even through she has entered those strange teenage years? What is she interested in? What does she want to do with her life? Does she remember falling asleep on my lap night after night just 10 short years ago? Probably not, but I remember those nights and miss them terribly.
Ten years really isn’t a long time. The years will come and go far quickly than I could ever imagine. Will my children look like I pictured them? Whether they do or not really isn’t important as long as they know that they are loved by their Mommy, their Daddy, and our God.
I am thankful for the vision that I was given because it has caused me to evaluate how I am leading them, how I am loving them, and how I showing them Jesus as they journey through their lives.
May God continue to bless my children and give me the ability to help them for as long as I can.
Where do you see you and your family in ten years?
Have you ever had a vision similar to mine that moved you deeply?