Yesterday Wyatt and I stopped at 7-11 to pick up some water. We grabbed our water and got in line behind a large group of dressed up college age boys buying gobs of beer. As Wyatt held my hand, I saw him studying these boys, watching their every move. I tried to talk with Wyatt to drown out their salty language but we couldn't avoid hearing the disrespectful way they spoke to the cashier.
As I buckled Wyatt into his car seat, I asked him what he noticed about the boys in 7-11. He said, "Mommy, they were not talking kind to the worker, and I saw one kick another in the booty. That wasn't nice."
I blinked back tears as I buckled my own seatbelt, thinking about my sweet four year old son becoming twenty. I wonder who he will be and pray that his life is a reflection of the love of Jesus.
2 months ago