A Dream

I came out of a “blogging break” to say I’m going to miss this little girl!

Right now her, along with her sister and brother, are heading to Kids Camp. I’m going to miss all three of them, but with her-we needed some extra prayer.  See, she didn’t want to go.  She was afraid to leave me; to be away from her mom. She was afraid because she didn’t know anybody (at the time we only had been going to our church 7 months). It got so bad that even during school I had to tell her she wasn’t going after all just so I can get her through school and the school counselors would stop calling me wondering if her crying was from any “strife in the home”.  I knew I couldn’t go and be a camp counselor because she needed to grow up and know that its ok to be away from home.  Hoping that maybe after this experience she would want to go to all the sleepovers she’s been invited to and not feel as though she needs her “sissy” there.

Now me, mom, has to be ready for her to grow up. She’s getting ready to be 10 at the end of this month and it means I won’t have any single digit children anymore.  It’s almost as if a new chapter has begun in my mothering except I lose the privilege of wearing the badge that says, “Mom to young kids”. It means I will have a 12 year old, two 11 year olds and a 10 year old.  Mom’s having a hard time with my babies not being babies anymore.  How many know what I’m talking about?

Although she was a complete surprise after only having the twins for 2 months, I wouldn’t change it for the world. See, this child has a call on her life.  When I found out I was pregnant with her, I didn’t get depressed, I was angry.  Angry at myself; angry at God. I would ask God, Why? Then one night I had a dream and in that dream I remember seeing feet and knew those feet where in relationship to me and I looked up and saw thousands and thousands of people as if I was in an arena.  I woke up and said, “Whatever that was” and went back to bed.  Never said anything about it to my husband or anyone else. The next day we had our Wednesday night service.  Our pastor in Denver used to move in the prophetic, yet in a very orderly way.  That Wednesday night he had called me out to the platform and said, “God wanted me to tell you that the dream that He gave you was not a hallucination but this child inside of you is called to the ministry”.  There was nothing more to say…I had peace.

So I guess you could say I’m a little sad she’s growing up. But to see the Holy Spirit in her is amazing.  I’m sad that I won’t have the 3 year old that prayed with her head down and hands on her grandpa when we were praying for him before his heart surgery while all the other kids were playing.  I’m sad that we won’t have the 5 year old come in the middle of the night and said Jesus woke her up to pray for her friend.  I’m sad that I won’t have the 8 year old arguably saying no mom, I will not wear those. With her it’s nothing below her collar bone and nothing above the knee; no tank tops or spaghetti straps.  Here is the difference though, I’m just sad that she won’t be doing these things as a little girl.  That although God will take her on this amazing journey I feel as though I am stepping into the reason as to why we gave her the name Hannah (a must read link :-)).

Thanks for letting me share a little bit. Now, I want to give you some scriptures or quotes you can teach your child to encourage them in their Faith: