Dear John Henry,
You begin first grade today. I can hardly believe it. Really, I can’t. If it weren’t for the fact you’ve lost four teeth, grown another inch, and expanded your vocabulary, I’d swear you are still the little boy in this picture mesmerized by airplanes.
Airplanes don’t capture your attention the way they used to. I’m sure it’s due to the constant exposure and your Daddy Kris being a pilot. Although, I know you still think that being a pilot is cool. You do, right?
It’s okay if airplanes and other things begin to fade from your interest list. What’s important is that your pursuit of Christ doesn’t fade. That being in relationship with your Creator never grows stale. Never gets old.
That He always captures your attention.
I prayed the usual prayer I always pray over you last night. But, just before I said, “Amen,” I prayed something new for you.
I prayed you would begin to hear God’s voice.
You know that feeling you sometimes get to make a good choice instead of a bad choice? Or that feeling you sometimes get to give one of your toys to a friend? Or that feeling you sometimes get to pray for someone? That’s kind of what God’s voice sounds like at times.
I’m praying that His voice becomes clearer and clearer to you.
That’s what I’m praying for you this school year.
I can’t wait to hear what God tells you. I know He will tell you what I tell you so often:
I love you, son.