today at church we started a new series. for the next year we will be going through the old testament. i'm thankful for their diligent work so far. reading plans, daily devotionals, blogs about all things 'old testament', helps with how to bring your kids into it. it's the start of a new year, time to get a fresh start, i am hopeful it will last. hopeful that as i live in community i will be spurred on to being in God's Word. to have it change me permanently.
the pastor preached creation today. at one point talking about the wonder of creation. that we should live in wonder about God and what he's created, sharing that wonder with those we come in contact with and how children are the best example of this.
as matt and i sat there we gave silent testimony to the God-given sense of wonder that children have.
as we were flying home to louisville earlier this week, isaiah sat in the window seat as we left phoenix. it was dark outside, but clear, and the further we rose, the more magnificent the city lights looked. isaiah was glued to the window. and soon, we heard his little hands pounding out a rhythm, his little voice singing...his own song.
i can't remember the words exactly, but it was something about God's greatness, him coming to die for us, we worship you, his resurrection, we praise you. and on it went, over and over. matt and i sat beside him, he was unaware we were listening, and we marvelled at how God's creation moved him. it created a desire to worship, he couldn't hold it in, so he put words to the emotions he was feeling and drummed out the beat of his new found song.
one, i never want to squelch that in him. i want to foster it, help him to never lose it.
two, i want that to be my response. i want to be filled with the wonder of who God is and let a song rise up in me.
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on a completely different note, i'm realizing in new ways just how sensitive isaiah is. he's very aware of others' feelings and the goings on around him. a couple nights ago as i was cooking dinner, he walked into the kitchen and out of the blue said, 'mom, i bet that fourth piggy was really sad that he didn't get any roast beef!' it took me a second to figure out what the heck he was talking about. but then i said, 'yes, isaiah, i bet he was sad that he didn't get to go market, or get roast beef.'
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Isaiah never ceases to amaze! We miss you and I thought of you earlier because at church this morning, Evan introduced me to two of your old best friends...the names are drawing a blank, but there were 2 sisters and their maiden names were Smith...anyways, hope all is well!!
I can see Isaiah on the plane, doin his little drum beat, very vivid. miss the little guy.
and my condolences to the 4th pig as well, it really is too bad.
booboochicken
love, love this, nattie. great images. beautiful words. beautiful heart in that little boy of yours.
and what about the little pig who cried "wee-wee-wee, all the way home?"
He is amazing. Such a sweet heart. Love him and all of you dearly.
Oh Isaiah...beautiful boy that he is in so many ways.
And now I'm thinking of boo boo chicken!! Thanks Jake :-)
Bev
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