My Toad is Turning Twenty Two

My baby boy is turning 22 on Saturday. Where has the time gone??? When he was younger I affectionately called him my little toad because he was a prince that had not yet come unto his own. I have a little blown glass frog with a blown glass crown on his head that's very special to me. Over the years, Ben's gifted me with a variety of frog items--mostly for the flower garden that we had to leave behind when we moved last summer.

As he grew, the frog became more important to us. Fully Rely On God (FROG) is a motto I did my best to instill in him. I did all I could to teach him that if he trusted in the salvation of the Lord, then he too would be a crowned prince in the Father's Kingdom.

At the moment, my toad is walking the path of the prodigal. Once he joined the workforce, he found that the allurements of the world were just too inviting. My fervent prayer is that he will grow weary of being in the mud with the pigs and return to seek The Father's heart. I'm fully persuaded that God will finish that which He began. Of course that's not to say I don't have a mother's worry. But I do trust that God is in control and won't make us endure beyond what we're able to bear. A faith without testing isn't really faith.

So a new chapter of my life is about to unfold. I'm 46 with an empty nest. The world is my oyster. I'm curious to see the next pearl that the Lord creates for me. I'm sure that if I trust & obey, then it's sure to be a beautiful gem. Trusting is getting easier; it's the obeying part I struggle with-- LOL