"Where is Jay?"

....a little phrase I hear daily. a phrase that melts my heart. a phrase that gives me such comfort.

Every morning when Jacob wakes up the first words out of his mouth are, "where is Jay?".  Usually followed by this conversation:

me: Jay is at work.
Jacob: why is he at work?
me: so you can have more toys, cars, games, clothes, and food?
Jacob: i love my Jay.
me: and he loves you too.

As a mother, there is no greater joy than knowing that the man you chose to marry, the man you chose to help you with raising children, has that kind of impact on their little lives.

If Jacob had his choice, he would be with Jay every second of every day. The thrill he gets when Jay picks him up from school, or just simply plays with him in his playroom is priceless. And with each and every priceless moment my heart melts a little more.

This world is full of sick, corrupt people. I have read more stories in the last few weeks about child abuse than I ever cared to, and most often it was abuse by a parent. Typically a father who has lost control of his temper. I have been following this precious baby girl on Facebook whose father shook her almost to death. I have been following her recovery and how amazingly strong this little angel has been. Yesterday marked a month since she was shaken by her father, that is a major milestone for this baby girl and her mother because she was not supposed to see the light of the next day. Today she is home, safe, in her mothers arms. A place I am sure she will not leave for quite some time.

What a true testament of the power of prayer. But oh, how scary for the mother of this baby.

Can you imagine being away from the house and feeling safe that your kids are with their father only to come home to your child being taken away in an ambulance, fighting to stay alive?! I can't.

I am so grateful that I can close my eyes at night and know the man I have married would never lay a hand on me or my baby. I am so grateful that I can leave my babies with him and never bat an eye about what may be taking place while I am away. That gives me peace in my heart.

I can't imagine a life of abuse. I have never had to. I never want to. I never want my kids to. Good thing, I never will.

Please be in prayer with me, for this precious baby and her mother. Be in prayer for those living the life of abuse and need help. Be a voice for someone that you know is suffering from abuse, step in and save a life.