Little girls

Isn't God always revealing Himself to us in all things?  I, of course, miss much of this because I am, well, basically a space cadet much of my days.  But somehow, this morning, I caught a glimpse.  It was in my girls.  Nothing out of the ordinary happened.  They weren't dressed extra cute, didn't say anything extra sweet on their way out of the van, they just looked...angelic.  I watched them walking into school as I was pulling away and I couldn't help but to tell God "Thank you for sharing them with me."  They really are HIS, not mine.  Everything good in them was given by Him, not me.  Everything that I enjoy about them is a result of HIS work, not mine...  Their sweetness, their curls, their questions, their laughter, their energy, their absolute love of me... all given by HIM.  They are treasures, right here in front of me, every day, yet every day I miss it.  I see them and hear them but I don't always see Him in them, hear Him in them.

Today I did.

My heart ached to see them walk away from me.   I am missing them even though they are only a few blocks away.  I am pondering all of the little things I love about them.

Why do I not do this with the Lord?

I don't remember the last time I sat and pondered the things of the Lord.  I am so busy with all of the things that make my heart ache, that I don't stop to consider that His presence could soothe all of that.  I am so undisciplined in pretty much every area of my life that I don't rightly include God in anything, much less in everything, the way I am supposed to.  Today, I will look at my sweet girls when they come home and soak in the beauty of them, and the glory of the mighty God who created them. 

He makes beautiful things, and He makes all things beautiful.

Thank you Father.

He's moving on...

A few weeks ago, John Abraham demolished a bag of cookies on the sly.  Yesterday, it was pizza.  We had leftovers in the fridge.  I'm pretty sure the box had four pieces inside.  You can see by the photo below what remained after the raid. 

Seriously!  I feed the kid, scouts honor!  I don't understand why he feels compelled to sneak into the kitchen the minute I am distracted and stuff himself with whatever he can get his grubby little hands on.  I couldn't even begin to pretend to be upset with him though.  Its not like I needed the pizza, so he actually did me a favor.  I did make him stand against the wall for a photo of shame.  Pretty soon I'll have a collection!

I love my boy.

My guys

They are inside a plane (not sure what kind) at the Air Force base in Shreveport.  Too handsome!

He has no idea how to play that thing.  In fact, we bought that at a consignment shop thinking we were doing the kids a huge favor by getting them their first real musical instrument.  Turns out, its a left handed guitar, so only Madelyn will be able to play it.  Shows how much we know!  We'll see how that works out, if she ever shows an interest in it that is.

First day, again

Sarah started the third grade today, Maddy the first.  My big girls, both of them so beautiful and sweet.  No fear, no tears, no sorrow.  Only a heart full of gratitude and joy that I have the privilege to share these precious children.  Thank you Lord.

Here is a picture of the girls before we left for school.  Its a little blurry but still cute.