Oh Brother!

Boys. Oh my two sweet, wonderful, wild, crazy, funny, little boys.

They challenge me with every crying fit, yet fill me with endless joy in every smile.

I spin myself out trying to do what is the absolute best for them --constantly seeking the Lord's direction.

Micah's silliness brigthens my days. His stubbornness, a necessary growing pain for both him and me.

Tristan's coos and little smiles are intoxicating.

I treasure up in my heart all their sweet moments together.



2 1/2 years

 

2 1/2 months





I pray their birth scriptures over them every day
looking for signs that God is shaping them.

For Micah, I pray:

He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?

To act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God. --Micah 6:8



For Tristan, I pray:

Blessed is the man who trust in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. 

He is like a tree planted near a river, whose roots reach deep into the water.

It does not fear when heat comes or worry in time of drought.

It's leaves are always green and never ceases to bear fruit. --Jeremiah 17:7-8

And through my boys, God teaches me.

He challenges me, stretches me, breaks me, humbles me,

holds me,

lifts me, cleans me, transforms me, graces me, and loves me.

Oh how He loves me.