This past fall, Claire stopped walking. She never crawled as a baby, so when she stopped walking, she stopped moving. When she stopped moving, her verbal skills regressed. She became a sitting, crying, 21-month-old mess and I had no idea what to do with her. My sister Tabitha, who is an Occupational Therapist, brought her … More Every Good and Perfect Gift
Last night on the way home from town, Trevor told us that he wished it would be winter again, with snow everywhere. He wondered why it was only winter last week. After a highly scientific explanation about cold fronts, pressure systems, and how it won’t be on the ground all season, I told him that … More The Thanksgiving 2014 Post
This morning Trevor and I played Frisbee in the backyard. I’m quite terrible at Frisbee, but compared to T, I’m like a world champion. We basically just chased a blue Frisbee around the yard. Trev’s favorite part was when the wind would intercept one of our tosses and send the Frisbee spinning straight up in … More The Wind Caught It
I watched the sunrise from our office window this morning, fascinated by how fast that thing comes up. For a few minutes, everything is purple and gray, and you can stare right at the sun without your homemade eclipse glasses. Then it’s peeking through, climbing high, changing everything from gray to gold. Suddenly, it’s broad daylight … More More Heart, Less Attack
Me: “Trevor, see all this dirt and wind? This is baaaaaad news for farmers.” T: “Well, God can stop the wind with his sword.” Me: “You’re right, he just has to tell it to stop. But sometimes, he uses the wind to make us stronger. He’s here with us, even when it’s windy.” T: “Yep, … More Building Windurance
Allow me a minute to worry about some things. (This is my blog so I can whine if I want to.) Claire has another UTI, her 8th since last June, so I’m worried that she’s either in constant pain or that she just has a bad personality. Trevor cried awhile last night with an earache … More Fake Problems: A Sermon to Myself
Are We Just Giant Toddlers? One morning as I left for work a while back I could see my 20 month-old son through the glass front door screaming his head off because I left him. Watching him wail as I sped off, a thought hit me: We are all just giant toddlers. Trevor was perfectly … More Are We Just Giant Toddlers?