date night

monday night was date night.

dan took his little girl canoeing.

i took my little boy biking.

he talked so much while biking.

we talked so much when we were:

walking the bike up some hills,

eating popsicles and walking to see some horses,

eating popsicles and turning home instead of going to see the horses,

playing his new 'Pop 'n Go' game.

next month we switch.

Heaven

so the other day i was sitting at the table and my, now 4 year old, little boy came and sat across from me.

Him: "mommy, i don't want to go to heaven."

he had abviously been thinking it through.

Me: "why not?"

Him: "because there might be scary things there."

M: "there aren't scary things in heaven."

Him: "Well, there might be some there and I don't want to go if there's scary things."

M: "Heaven is where God and Jesus live and they won't have scary things there.  When you're in heaven there won't be anything to scare you anymore."

Him: "there might be big dogs and big cats."

M: "honey, if God wants big dogs and big cats in heaven then you'll like them, not be scared of them.

 do you know who lives in heaven now?"

Him: "God and Jesus."

M: "Great Grandpa is also there."

Him: "Maybe when i go to heaven i can visit Great grandpa."

I think he'd like that.

Hypocrite?

**Chris Tomlin - probably my favorite writer/singer of 'worship' music.**

This song brings me chills. 

i love the words.

we sang it at church this morning.

when i sing it i believe the words,

but

today as I was singing it I got to thinking.

"do I truly believe it? do I live as though I believe what I'm singing?"

I know how songs like this can get me.

chills.

tears.

passions arise.

what do i do with all that after the song is over?

I sing these songs in church

I raise my hands

sing loud

close my eyes

cry

I feel close to God.

I feel His presence.

I stop singing.

I sit down.

 

God knows I do believe the words.

God knows i want to be Joshua,

Daniel,

Shadrach (and friends),

 Peter,

Stephen,

Mary.

God knows I also struggle daily with stepping out with confidence.

I just need to be willing.

4

Four years ago.

6:05pm

Aug 1

I met the most adorable baby boy.

the boy is now 4.

wow.

he still makes my heart melt.

he still makes me laugh.

he still makes me cry.

he still holds my hand.

he still gives the best hugs (right around my neck).

he still loves his Bear.

he still loves morning hugs.

he still loves to sing and dance.

he still loves to cuddle.

he still loves to imagine.

he asked me the other day

"mommy, when I get as big as daddy can i be a worker man"

my boy, you can be anything you set your mind to.

and if worker man is what you want to be - awesome!

happy birthday to my little worker man in training...

or are you a fireman in training today?

cupcakes for the family bday party on sat.

requested: fire truck cake

HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY MY BOY!