Showing posts with label Boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boys. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2013

The Way Boys See Things

When you're the lone girl in a family, you get used to hearing the blunt, straight-forward truth about things.

For instance, I had something in my eye that I just couldn't get out. After all three of my menfolk had looked and tried to see what it might be.. Cy says, "Well, what I can see is that one of your eyelashes looks like a broken tree branch. Maybe that's what is poking you?"

Really?

Monday, January 7, 2013

Gone For Now

I try not to ask "why" too often...I strive to be thankful, look for the joy, the blessings, and to just trust God when I don't understand.

It's a hard day for us though.. We put our sweet boys back on a plane to Colorado. The holidays are over and it's back to school and back to work. The boys will be back for the summer, but until then, we won't see them unless we make a trip there.

When they are here.. It's go-go-go! Three full loads of laundry a day. Mud and dirt and grass constantly tracked into the house. Rubberband gun wars, Nerf gun wars, wrestling matches, and football games. Countless PB&J's, bowls of cereal, dozens of eggs, bacon, and loaves and loaves of bread. We adults fall asleep standing up while the boys have more energy than a herd of wild bulls!

We wouldn't trade it for anything.. The weeks are never long enough and too far and few between.

If you got up early to make lunches and get them to school.. Count your blessings.

If you have to chauffeur them to soccer, football, or any other activity... Count your blessings.

If you have to help with hours of homework or projects... Count your blessings.

If they leave their clothes everywhere, toothpaste in the sink, and track muddy shoes through the house... Count your blessings.

We would do just about anything to have the day to day, monotonous, exhausting, daily routine with our boys.

When you know how much you're missing, you hold on much more tightly to the time that you have.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Abraham's Faith

I cannot imagine how Abraham felt when God asked him to give his son's life on that altar. The heartache and pain that he must have dealt with must have made his obedience that much more of a sacrifice. What faith he had.. No wonder he is called a hero of the faith.

Making the choice to move out of state without our boys moving with us has been the hardest decision that we've had to make as a husband and wife. Yet we know that God is leading us in this new direction.

So we choose to obey... although this obedience requires much sacrifice.

I'm asking that you keep our family in your prayers as we make this transition. We are forever grateful.