That's What Faith Can Do

The past month, I've heard this song a hundred times. Listening, liking the sound, tune, message, etc, but not really going beyond that.

This past week, this song has taken on new meaning for me. The signs of God's return are every where, and each day, something new points to His return. There is much to be done - the fields are white for the harvest! I have been so burdened for a very special person in my life. My father. For as long as I can remember, someone has been praying for him. As a little girl, I remember people gathered in our home, praying for him. As a teen, I became angry at all that he had put our family through - anger can hurt and build walls. As I entered college, I began to acknowledge the void that I had created by shutting him out of my life. As the relationship was slowly rebuilt, and I forgave/accepted forgiveness; I gladly accepted the "burden" of his need for salvation.

Have you ever prayed for something for sooooooo long? Do you remember the discouragement and frustration of not receiving an answer as quickly as you wanted? That's where I've been for the past 5 years or so. This past week, God has been asking me to stretch out my hand and open my heart. He wants me to share things w/ Dad that I am afraid too -specifically ask him if he is ready for eternity. How does one ask their father this question? I'm so afraid! But, this song won't leave me. Faith . . . do I really have it? Do I really believe that God can and will do this work in Dad? I've been a receipant of a miracle of God's , what makes this any different? Nothing is impossible for God!

So, before the day is over, I'm going to sit down and write to my dad. Please pray that God will give me the right words. I don't want to push Dad away by speaking of eternity to him. Some have tried, but he w/draws because of the topic. I know that God is working in his life. I know that God wants me to do this . . . I want to do this.

"That's what little boys are made of . . ."

This evening, as I was drying Ethan off after his bath, he leaned in really close to me and whispered, "Mom, why don't girls have (boy part)?" (for the sake of those who don't like the word, I have omitted it from the story - but if you are around my son too long, be prepared, he will call the (boy part) by it's rightful name)

"Well, if they did, then they would be boys, and then there wouldn't be any girls."

"But why don't they?"

"That's just how God made boys and girls different. Each one is very special."

"Girls, don't; boys, do. Girls, don't; boys do. Girls, don't; boys, do." He said, as he is holding up his hand, and counting off w/ his fingers.

This little guy of mine is constantly amazing me w/ how his little mind works. He has been mastering his game of checkers now, for several months. We no longer let him win . . . we have to pay attention, or we will lose! He has a love for board games. We took all of the kids to Toys R Us this past weekend so they could buy something w/ their b-day money that they had saved. Ethan picked out the game "Guess Who". He still gets confused as to what questions he should ask you to help him figure out who you are, but I bet he'll be winning the game in no time.

So, my blessing that I am sharing w/ you today, is this little man, Ethan Brock. If you are ever in need of a hug, he is the one to give it. If you need to hear a good belly laugh, he is the one to listen for. If you want to be always on your toes, wandering what will be said next, come spend some time w/ him! He is my sunshine!