The day before Thanksgiving, my husband had to work late. He was set to get off early, but plans change fast for a Police Officer… he never knows what he’ll face, but he always does it bravely, and his faith and courage is like a light to us.
But my son was waiting for him to come home… he expected that his daddy would get off early so that the fun could begin. Whenever daddy is home, he and our oldest son have the greatest time playing, wrestling, and just plain being silly-heads!
But the time came, and went, and after eating another dinner by ourselves, another bath and bedtime routine by ourselves, another tucking in and praying blessing over my son, while I was praying the blessing over him, he started to cry. He told me through his tears how much he missed his daddy, and this has become something that happens more often than I want to admit. My son LOVES his dad… like REALLY loves his dad, and he MISSES him at night to point of going to bed crying!
Being married to my Officer, I have to be prepared to be flexible, because he often has little control over what will dictate when he works or how late he’ll have to stay. I don’t give him a hard time because I understand the greater purpose and reason behind him staying later than normal. He’s usually helping someone in dire need, or catching a thief, or tracking down a stolen car, or intervening in a child sexual abuse situation and waiting for CPS to come. His staying late means he’s being someone else’s hero, but that’s extremely hard for a 5 year old boy who just misses his daddy to understand.
Usually I comfort him and tell him to be strong and that his dad will come home and pray his blessing over him as he sleeps, I promise him he’ll see his dad in the morning. But this time I had an idea… it was the night before Thanksgiving, and we were focusing on being thankful for everything in our life, so I decided I could help him use this opportunity to thank God for the gifts he DOES have, even wen daddy isn’t there.
He bowed his little head, and we started to pray, him repeating every word I said, together, we spoke thankfulness into his heartbreaking situation:
“Thank you God, that I have a wonderful dad.
Thank you that he loves me so much!
Thank you that he works so hard for us.
Thank you that he helps people who are in need, and deals rightly with evil people in our city.
Thank you that he prays a blessing over me each night as I sleep.
Thank you that he’s off for Thanksgiving this year, and that we’ll have him all day tomorrow all to ourselves!
A strange thing happened when we started praying, as he repeated back each sentence in his own prayer with me, I noticed that his tears stopped! His voice tone changed. He went from being legitimately heartbroken over missing his dad, to being filled with true, unabashed thankfulness for having such an amazing, wonderful dad!
It was a light bulb moment for me as well. Oh how our world changes when we move from complaining about our circumstances to being thankful and joyful despite them!
And for you dear reader, I’m not sure what you’re going through right now, what trials you may be facing… but I do know this, praying that prayer with my son was a miracle. The way it changed his entire outlook, and helped him to not go to bed with tears yet again, was such a blessing to this mommy.
I challenge you, sweet reader, to try to thank God in your tough times, to try to remember the things He’s blessed you with and take back the joy that Satan has stolen from you.
Much love and blessings!