So something amazing happened yesterday. Our Pastor, David Ricker, asked the congregation to share testimonies on what God has done for them. Lawson wanted to say something, but got shy, so his aunt said it for him. Love. Without a moments hesitation I said under my breath, Thats my boy. I say it quite often when he does something good, most of the time without even thinking about it. This time was different though. The moment it left my lips I became overwhelmed and started crying. I didnt know why at first, but as I thought about it it became clear. Rather frequently I battle with the label of stepfather. I hangs over me whenever I dont want it to, making me feel like Im not the father I should be. I combat it by calling myself Lawsons father, calling him my son, because the only step involved is the one I took to love this boy. I know now why I was crying. That is MY boy. When he said God gave him love, he was right more than he knows. God brought a father into his life, and a son into mine. The power of that love, brought to light by the simple mention of an almost 7yo child, is what overwhelmed me to tears. The realization that the label of stepfather truly didnt, and never will, matter. The freedom Gods love has given me from the views of society. It all hit me at once, and I was happy. It didnt look that way, but I was overjoyed. I couldnt have been more proud of my son in that moment, and happy that God gave me a wonderful boy.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 13:01:11 +0000
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