O Victory in Jesus

Posted by on Mar 19, 2014

A blog by Kerry, from a mom’s world 🙂 As many of you know, we are the parents of four fantastic little kiddos. We have three daughters, ages six, four and two, and we have a son who is five months old. They keep us laughing, playing and praying a lot! We truly are incredibly blessed with our family. All of our children were and are extremely happy and “easy” babies. Very rarely have we experienced the inconsolable crying of an infant. Praise the Lord. But in the times that we have, with each child we have had the same approach. I, Kerry, was reminded of this approach this week as our son Lynon had a difficult time. It surprisingly drew me into worshipping the Lord, so I wanted to share that moment with you. It was lunchtime. I had set the table and called the girls to sit and eat their lunch of PB&J sandwiches and apple slices. I was starving and had prepared a steaming bowl of leftover soup for myself and placed it at the place between Rylee and Maddy. They have a hard time sitting by each other at lunch sometimes :). Just as a I sat to join the girls for our meal, Lynon began screaming. Soup will have to wait. That’s how it goes as parents sometimes, huh? I slowly picked Lynon up from his bouncy seat that was resting beside my chair at the lunch table and began cradling him. “What’s wrong, buddy?” More cries. Insert paci. Still more cries. Swaying and rocking and humming and bouncing and petting and patting. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what you need.” More screams. This is very unlike our Lynon. He’s normally cooing away in a sweet, rhythmic lilt. It’s time to bring out the big guns. It’s time to sing about Jesus. Now standing with Lynon in my arms, a medley of “Jesus Loves Me”, “Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus” and “There’s Something about that Name” is sung softly and slowly aaaaand repetitively as I pace back and forth. It’s my prayer for Jesus to intervene and pour out His peace. Time drags on. The girls are remarkably quiet as they eat their lunch and intensely watch me sing and sway. Taylor, our oldest, interjects, “Momma, what about your soup? It’s gonna get cold.” “Thanks for your concern, but the soup will...

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