"What a day of rejoicing that will be..."

Yesterday, I had one of those maternal days of rejoicing before heaven. A reminder that God is in control.
The sky was frought with perfect scallops. I was thinking about Grandma Monica, who would have admired the scallops in the sky; like a hem on the bottom of somebody's dress.
My son, in private, ran off to the Lord and got baptised at camp. He had made his calling and election sure. He is ready for the personal commitment to know and love the Lord and followed in obedience by baptism. I felt as though he had stolen a proud moment from me. I had videotaped Elyse's baptism, earlier this year and he didn't want that.
Sunday was Emily's turn to go to camp. After an hour or so of kissing Emily goodbye, I was ready to go. Where is Enoch? Where is Enoch? The campus of church is so large that he could've gotten lost somewhere else. I kissed Em off of the bus and went to look for Enoch. This is very unusual, because all of my son's know that they don't like to see their mother go into her "episodes", because she can't find them. I say my sons because my daughters could care less if their mother has one of the episodes or not. They do what they please and we follow them. The boys, on the other hand are usually, very careful to check in with mother. I went searching.
I found him in the Sunday school building, they were having a luncheon, that he didn't tell us about. He has a very kind and considerate adult Sunday school class, that he participates with. They had sponsored him to go to camp. This was their luncheon.

I walked in and they said, you are Enoch's mother? Do you know how very special he is? "ehhhh?" I guess I couldn't grab him by the throat with that testimony about him in front of the class:) I was sweating profusely, it was hot and he was not where he was supposed to be. He just looked at me. You knew where I was, didn't you? That was the question in his eyes. I really didn't. I thought you were goofing off somewhere. All at once, I became my mother and started telling them everytime that I looked at him and thought he was changing color and dying in the crib, after baby Benjamin. (I didn't have to lay that burden on those people!) But I had to vent, after worrying about where he was. I vented and told them. Then, they told me. Enoch really had some good things to share in class today. He is a blessing to the class. Really? I am glad. I know he is a good boy, I know he loves Jesus and I know God has great things in store for him. I just have to back off and let God do His work in his life. When people say nice things about your children it is like a little taste of heaven on earth. (I sound like Sister Parris, Don't I?)

"When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be,
When we all see Jesus, We will sing and shout the victory..."