Some of you might find this hard to believe, but there is never a dull moment in our house. Rarely do my children nap at the same time. Meals are full of gagging (and I'm not a bad cook...just picky eaters). My kids even talk in their sleep. All of them. So life presents many challenges on a daily basis.
This morning I had to restrain Abigail, who stayed home from preschool because she has had fever. Being the daddy's girl that she has become, she insisted on being near him all day. ALL day. He had to go out to his car for a major conference call and when she finally figured out where he had gone, she tried to sneak past me and out the door to him. When I caught her, one would have thought I was carrying a chainsaw in a horror film. She screamed, kicked, hollered, cried. I might even upset her more than seeing Ronald McDonald. All I could do was hold her and speak calmly. But through the fit, I was just glad she can throw one.
Wade discovered today that accidents happen. He was riding his 4-wheeler and while going fast as it can go, he leaned over to pick me a flower. He lost control and flipped the thing over. I just happened to decide to go to the front bathroom and when I looked out the front door, my heart dropped to my feet as I saw my baby boy standing there screaming and crying beside an overturned 4-wheeler. I ran as fast as I could get to him (and I could actually breathe when I reached him.) I looked him over and hugged him over and over. He was scared and very upset, but physically he was okay. It barely touched one leg. All I could say at first was "God was with you." He immediately said, "God, thank you for letting me live." I was saying all kinds of praises and thank you's as well. We both may not be able to move tomorrow, but I will still praise God for his protection of Wade.
In light of the wreck, we read Psalms 91 tonight. It is the Scripture I pray for my kids. Kaydence has heard it many times since birth. Talk about a storm. Each day I thank God for her life. She is the sweetest soul, and by far, the calmest in our little family. Some people may wonder how I can be thankful in a situation that isn't ideal. My answer is, "isn't every child a blessing?" Why would I not be thankful? I have come to know a much deeper love than I ever imagined. I have seen God in a different way. I have seen myself very differently. We all have storms each day, but giving God thanks for them is only right. Just like grass can't grow without rain, we cannot grow without stormy times either. I encourage everyone to find the reasons to give praise and thanks to God each day. There is always a lesson to be learned and blessing through those storms we experience.
This morning I had to restrain Abigail, who stayed home from preschool because she has had fever. Being the daddy's girl that she has become, she insisted on being near him all day. ALL day. He had to go out to his car for a major conference call and when she finally figured out where he had gone, she tried to sneak past me and out the door to him. When I caught her, one would have thought I was carrying a chainsaw in a horror film. She screamed, kicked, hollered, cried. I might even upset her more than seeing Ronald McDonald. All I could do was hold her and speak calmly. But through the fit, I was just glad she can throw one.
Wade discovered today that accidents happen. He was riding his 4-wheeler and while going fast as it can go, he leaned over to pick me a flower. He lost control and flipped the thing over. I just happened to decide to go to the front bathroom and when I looked out the front door, my heart dropped to my feet as I saw my baby boy standing there screaming and crying beside an overturned 4-wheeler. I ran as fast as I could get to him (and I could actually breathe when I reached him.) I looked him over and hugged him over and over. He was scared and very upset, but physically he was okay. It barely touched one leg. All I could say at first was "God was with you." He immediately said, "God, thank you for letting me live." I was saying all kinds of praises and thank you's as well. We both may not be able to move tomorrow, but I will still praise God for his protection of Wade.
In light of the wreck, we read Psalms 91 tonight. It is the Scripture I pray for my kids. Kaydence has heard it many times since birth. Talk about a storm. Each day I thank God for her life. She is the sweetest soul, and by far, the calmest in our little family. Some people may wonder how I can be thankful in a situation that isn't ideal. My answer is, "isn't every child a blessing?" Why would I not be thankful? I have come to know a much deeper love than I ever imagined. I have seen God in a different way. I have seen myself very differently. We all have storms each day, but giving God thanks for them is only right. Just like grass can't grow without rain, we cannot grow without stormy times either. I encourage everyone to find the reasons to give praise and thanks to God each day. There is always a lesson to be learned and blessing through those storms we experience.
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