“For I know the plans I have for you, declares The Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.”
I started thinking as I was riding with my family to Uncle Julio’s for a Father’s Day lunch: I want my children to be better at dancing than I am. I’m not sure what brought this to mind. Perhaps, it erupted from a moment of self-reflection as I did one of my signature dance moves (“sloth hands”) to a Coldplay song. Maybe I’ve always felt self-conscious about my groove style, and I want my children to enjoy a more funk-filled life than the one I’ve lived thus far. Whatever the reason, I decided to write a quick post about a couple of the dreams I have for my future kiddos. 🙂
1. That they would serve, seek, and follow The Lord.
This is by far the most important dream, and this dream affects a few of my life decisions. The way I live affects how my children will live. Who I marry also comes into play here. You can’t marry a crazy person and expect your children to be just fine. Luckily, I haven’t run into many of those, and I haven’t dated any of them.
2. I want my children to dance better than I do.
‘Nough said! I’m not a very good dancer, and I would love it if my kiddos could actually bust a move without looking like an awkward turtle.
3. For them to have red hair.
I don’t think I can really control this one, but I just really want a little ginger baby. I’m not sure if that’s weird. XD. I LOVE GINGER BABIES!!!! So cute!!! I could name them things like Clementine and Ruby…*sigh*
Those are really the only ones on my mind right now (although, there are certainly others). I’m excited to see what kind of cool kids my chickies will be. I know I’ll be impressed. The Lord will bless them, and that will be the amazing part.