Mom, Mom, MOM! They called. They yelled. They cried. The anthem of the season. Decades amassing, wisdom growing, ears opening. Mom, guess what? Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom, I just don't understand. And then the silence. The quiet. The inviting empty space that waits to be filled with love, with reassurance, with hope - with meaning. Each vocal cry, each poignant pause reflecting the deeper question if only you listen closely. Who am I? What do I have to offer? Why do I matter? Find me and help me find myself. Am I a hero, because I don't feel like one? Am I important, because at times I feel useless. Am I seen because I often feel invisible. Who am I? Who will I be? Do you know? Can you help? Beneath the daily words, seemingly insignificant, the perpetual peppering of questions incessantly inquiring and connecting in ways both clear and confusing their lies four hearts just watching, wondering, waiting whispering insecurities and subtly seeking support. Unsure, but hopeful Inexperienced, but imaginative Bursting with potential but plagued with fear Suspended on the tight rope of life between what they know and all they don't. Hope hanging in the balance. Fear threatening to shake them. Everything at risk. The fall great. The height terrifying The journey daunting. A hand they're seeking. And we stand in a place to help. On the same rope, just a little farther. Still precarious, still petrified, still perplexed and puzzled by the same questions but anchored by the invisible, powerful harness of faith. Our past experience with the Father's plan strengthening each step and propelling us forward. No more perfect, just more experienced. No less unsure, just more convinced with each fall He's saved us from. No less insecure, just more assured of His love with each step He's allowed. We feel important because He saved us. We are seen because He holds us. We are not hero's but we know our Hero better with each step we take toward eternity. His story is one of glory that wipes away the lies we believe about ourselves and replaces them with a better narrative. A beautiful, enchanted, unimaginable story of purpose, peace and joy that we are invited into. So, we listen to the cries of our kids' hearts and we respond not with answers but with a hand extended from our place just ahead. We connect with shared experience and hope of future assurance. We provide a glimpse of hope because our imperfect lives are evidence of His perfect care and we tell them to keep hoping, keep moving, keep trusting and to keep their eyes on the One who holds us both and gives us life, meaning, purpose. Who will I be? The question is overwhelming but the God who knows the answer has come near. Creator of our hearts. Above and in all things yet close and concerned. Caring for the inconsequential details. Giving context for our questions by connecting with us daily. Expanding our view of who we can be with each interaction. This God is who they are seeking. Our hands are what they are holding. His love is how we are moving. One step at a time. One truth at a time. One promise at a time. Our only job is to keep walking with Him and, as He holds us, we'll encourage them Not because of our perfection but because of His presence apparent in our weakness more clear in our vulnerable honesty. revealed in our every persistent move. Mom, Mom, MOM. They'll call. They'll yell. They'll cry. The anthem of the season. Who will I be? The question much bigger than our intellect but the answer more simple than we make it. You'll be His. You ARE His. He loves you. Purpose given. Peace granted. Hope grounded. The journey started. Let's walk. Let's make mistakes. Let's learn of His love. Let's relish His presence. Let's find out who we'll be TOGETHER. The rope safe enough. His arms strong enough. The future secure enough because of Him. We are not alone. You are not alone. Who you'll be starts with knowing whose you are so you can understand that who you are is chosen. Saved. Loved. The rope not a threat, just an opportunity to grow as you head towards an undeserved but enchanted and promised future. His kingdom awaits, even if this world hurts and you are His even when you hurt. And even if I fail to truly hear or see you when you call out to me, He never will. So call to me, but lean on Him and with the secure understanding of who we are, together we will find out who we'll be. Let's walk. Eyes heavenward, hearts open. Listening closely. He's calling.