The first night in the hospital I cradled him lovingly as I held him close to my breasts and swayed him gently back and forth in my arms. I asked the Lord to help me raise my son to know the Lord and thanked Him for such a precious gift. I prayed for my new son, as I held his small hand in mine, to know and love Jesus with all his heart and that God would reveal to us early the gifts and talents He had given Abraham.
Fifteen years later, today, I stood at the alter to sing with the praise choir of our church, "How Great is Our God", and standing to my right taller than me (6' 3") was that 8 pound 11.5 ounce boy I once cradled in my arms. He stood playing his guitar as the accompaniment to the song. I stood with tear filled eyes knowing how great our God truly is and that he heard me that night long ago. He answered my prayers and my son now plays for Him!