They are yours, Lord.

Dear Jesus,

The words "Thank you" just don't seem to be enough.  Surely there are words more powerful than these to express my gratitude to you today.  As I watched Matthew's and Macy's baptism this morning, I was overcome by the love you have for them.  I was overcome by the love you have for me. 

Because you love me, you have blessed me with these two very special people.  I prayed for them and you answered. They are the miracles that solidified my faith in you.  

Matthew and Macy fill our home with joy and laughter.  They are funny, caring, smart, and share a love for each other that continues to amaze me.  They have a heart for people, a heart for each other, and now, a heart for you.  They taught me how to love, how to live, and how to see joy in it all.

As their mother, it is difficult to imagine anyone loving them more than I do.  But as I watched them both declare you as their Savior this morning, I realized that the love I have for these two only scrapes the surface of the love you have for them.  That realization overwhelms me.  It is your love that brought them to this baptism day. 

Thank you for pursuing my children.  Thank you for stretching through the ugliness of this world and wrapping their hearts in your grace. I pray that you will continue to bind them to you through their adolescent years.  And in those tough teen years, sweet Jesus, don't let go.  When they leave our home for college, I know that you'll go with them.  Guide both of them to make decisions that point to you.  When they fall, pick them up, brush them off, and set their paths straight towards you again. Remind them of the cross and your unfailing grace. 

There has never been a day when I've been more proud to be Matthew's and Macy's mother.  When you gave them to me, I promised you I would spend my life leading them to you.  We did it, Lord.  They are yours.  May this be the beginning of two lives lived for you. 

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
 This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.