For weeks now I have dreaded Tuesdays because that has been the day that my oldest child injects themselves with the hormone designed to change them physically into what they feel they are. This week another Tuesday morning rolled around…this Tuesday was different. I woke up in tears as my dreams took me on a journey through my deepest fears. I had been dreaming that I was speaking at their funeral. This on the morning celebrating their birth.

In the dream I was standing in the front of their friends who were gathered mourning the loss of my child and implored them to understand the love that God had for them. I told them how Jesus saw them so worthy of His attention, grace and mercy that He took the ugliness of our sin on Himself so that we could become beloved children of God. I spoke to them about their wounded hearts that may have even come at the hands of beloved children of God in their lives who only showed judgement against them. I pleaded with them to look away from those people and see only Christ who could heal those wounds. To ignore the lies whispered in their ears daily about their unworthiness that led them to walk away from the faith of their youth or reject that faith before it even began. I challenged the believers who were present to come forward and share the love of Christ with those who were in desperate need of that gift of acceptance.

I woke up crying, knowing that a funeral would be too late for my child. I prayed that they would be reminded of the faith they once had that was so winsome and true. As I lay in bed thinking and wiping the tears from my eyes, I was reminded again of the day they were born. It was also a Tuesday morning. There is an old poem that has a line that says, “Tuesday’s child is full of grace” and being a Tuesday’s child as well I always held that as a special link between us.

This morning God reminded me that I don’t need to dread Tuesdays. Just as I did 20+ years ago when I held that beautiful Tuesday’s child in my arms and thanked God. Today, I thank God that His grace is sufficient and He has not stopped pursuing the heart of my Tuesday’s child.

Take time today and thank God that He is still pursuing the heart of your wayward child. He knows your heart and hears your prayers. Hosea 14:4 (NIV) says, “I will heal their waywardness and love them freely, for my anger has turned away from them.”