My Mom's Coming!

Well after talking about it for over a month, my mom has finally come to visit me and Josh, but really Emma, for a few weeks. It's always so nice to have my mom come visit. It's like something so familiar and comfortable in my home. Actually it DOES feel like home. I remember the night she was arriving. Emma and I sat at the front door and watched the road for her set of headlights. It was so exciting!

And then I started thinking about Emma in that moment. I KNEW who was coming. I knew what my mom would look like driving down the road. I knew what car to look for and the reason we were staring out of the door. But Emma....she just knew Mommy was excited and the game we were playing was fun. Every time a car came down the road we would start screaming and jumping up and down. She thought this was great fun!

And then I got to thinking about the coming of my King. When my Savior returns in all His glory and triumph. Riding a white horse with eyes of fire and His majesty fills the whole earth! Will Emma know what she is waiting for? Will SHE know what He looks like and what the earth will look like when He returns? Will she be filled with pure excitement or will she just think that the happenings are a sort of game? If I don't tell her, she will not know. It's my job to make sure my daughter knows who is coming. It's my job to describe to her what He will look like and what His coming will look like. It's my responsibility to make sure she knows how exciting this event will be and not make it a fearful thing in her head (as I was raised to view the end events).

And when He comes, she should feel as if something familiar and comfortable just came to her. He should feel like home. He is my Home. For in Him I move, and breathe, and have my being.