Sometimes, my kids drive me crazy with their constant fighting and screaming. My two boys are very competitive. They struggle for dominance in all aspects of life. However, there are other times when my boys do things that completely surprise me and bring cheer to my soul.
One Saturday morning, the sun peeked in through the blinds. I lay under my covers and stretched my limbs. I did not want to get up. Yet, I needed to get up or else I would not get the kids to Sabbath school on time. "Ugh. Mornings are so hard." I thought to myself. Slowly, I crawled out of bed and into the shower. Even with hot water pouring over my head, I could not shake the cobwebs from my brain. After my shower, I roamed about the bathroom in a zombie-like state.
As I leaned toward the mirror to put on mascara, I heard little voices coming from the kitchen. "Oh no! The kids are up. I'm not ready for them to be up." My mind complained anxiously. I fully expected them to fight over some toy in the living room or place each other in headlocks while running down the hallway. Either way, the peace of the morning seemed over. I hurriedly finished applying the mascara and threw my hair into a pony tail. Then, I tiptoed to my bedroom door.
From my door, I saw the most amazing sight. Son #1 and Son #2 were dressed in their Sabbath clothes. My youngest son sat patiently at the table while my oldest son served Cheerios into two bowls. They spoke kindly to each other as Son #1 opened the refrigerator door to retrieve the milk. Son #1 carefully poured milk into each bowl and then returned the carton to its shelf in the refrigerator. Then, my oldest son placed both bowls of food onto the kitchen table.
Both of my boys bowed their heads and Son #2 began to pray. "Deaw Jesus. Tank you for da food. Tank you for tomowow. Bada bada bada Amen!!!!"
The boys began to eat their food and chat about their morning. Suddenly, Son #1 popped out of his seat. "Oh! I forgot worship!" He shouted. His younger brother began to babble excitedly as Son #1 grabbed the Bible from the counter. When my oldest son returned to the table, both of the boys settled into their seats. Son #1 opened the Bible to the book of Psalms and found one of his favorite verses. He sweetly read the verses to his younger brother. Son #2 listened intently, quietly chewing his cereal. Once the worship was complete, Son #1 carefully placed the Bible back onto the counter and returned to his seat. The boys continued to talk and eat until they had finished all their food. Finally, they placed their dishes in the sink and made their way to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
From my hiding place behind the door, my eyes grew misty and my heart burst with love. It was wonderful to see the boys behaving well. I was also thrilled to see them developing their own personal relationship with Jesus. This is a morning that I will remember for the rest of my life.