Wake up my Heart!

Well, this may be a creepy post! At small group tonight all of a sudden this pressing thought just imposed on my brain and it won't get out. What if I died tomorrow? Would my son know the things that I pray for him? Does anyone? Would those who know, tell him? I don't know! And he's only 8 and 8 is too young for some things to penetrate! Hopefully, I won't really kick the bucket tomorrow, but if I do then, or even years from now, somebody out there -- guide my son to this page when he can understand it. I do presume the Internet will be around for quite a while and words will live on! :) From here on out, this is for my baby and I'm just touching on the important things, otherwise I would never stop typing! Last year, shortly after your dad and I separated, I came across this verse in Jeremiah: "I will give them singleness of heart and action so that they will always fear me and that all will then go well for them and for their children after them (32:3...

Warning: cheesy post. Like the kind of story you hear on the radio and it annoys you a little bit? But sometimes God uses the cheese to teach you a point! :) (Note - I wrote this post - like actually WROTE on paper while I was on vacation with no computer access and I'm not changing my timing words!) This morning I got up at 5am to watch the sunrise and find shells along the ocean closer to low tide. We got there and 1) it was cloudy. 2) I couldn't find what I was looking for - a large shell, preferably with purple on/in it and 3) it was too bloody early! And then all of a sudden, I felt like God said, "Betsy, stop and look down." And do you know what I saw? Tiny, perfect, immaculate, beautiful - WHOLE shells - and tiny stones. Tons of them. Somehow, to me, their amazingness (that's not a word, but it should be!) in their tininess was more miraculous than if I had found a huge shell that met my purple requirement :) tiny shells as far as the eye could ...