My son awoke about the same time I did this morning. He was eager to jump out of bed to see how much snow had fallen through the night. It was just a dusting but he hoped it would be enough for a couple of sled rides down the steep hill in our backyard.
It’s the 23rd day of the month so I opened my Bible to Psalm 23 and read the familiar words as my son snuggled up next to me. I can’t read these words without thinking about my mom. They were some of the last words my mom ever said to me, right after her joy-filled eyed locked with my fear-filled eyes and she told me this…”You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to be fine.”
I’ve written about this moment quite a bit on this blog. It’s a defining moment in my faith journey and one my heart and mind have revisited countless times over the last 24 years. It’s a gift I carry with me. I continue to learn lessons and find encouragement from this moment no matter how many times I unwrap it.
As I unwrapped it again this morning with Sean by my side, a prayer stirred up inside.
Lord, I hope the last words I say on this earth leave behind beauty like the ones my mom left for me. I hope the last words I say to my son become a gift he can unwrap too. I pray they encourage him. I pray they are breadcrumbs that lead him to Your doorstep.
The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He renews my life;
He leads me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
Even when I go through the darkest valley,
I fear no danger,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Only goodness and faithful love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
as long as I live.- Psalm 23
PS… Just enough snow to sled on!