I think we’re finding our groove after 4 weeks of school. For my oldest we’re finding what works and what doesn’t. All of them are learning what is expected and what is not. It’s working. And though some days are willy-nilly with four of my precious lambs at home acting more like wolves I love having them here.
My oldest is 9! NINE! When did 9 years of his life fly by? He was just a baby yesterday dumping baby powder all over his room and looking like something out of Ghost Busters.
God has had such a spirit of protection over his life. I sit here and think back to all the ways God has protected him. At 18 months he decided to take a walk out into traffic and everyone saw him and stopped while I ran to scoop him out of harms way. He once fell backwards off a ladder onto pavement with hardly a scratch when I was expecting a cracked skull. He fell out of the bedroom window once and landed in the bushes, about a 10 foot fall.
Yep, the guy is quite adventurous, huh??!
He’s been our hardest child to raise. God must have known that because he chose Christmas Day for his birth, telling me in the middle of the night that our son was HIS gift to us. His Gift. Do you know how that has gotten me through so many of the struggles we’ve had with him?
God reminds me that it is my honor and privilege to raise him.
"He is my gift to you, Julie. That is why I chose Christmas Day, so you would never forget."
How do you argue with that?
You don’t. You just humbly bow.
"Thank you God for your everlasting hand of protection over my family. I ask that your hand of protection be over us today and always. Keep us from the evil one, Lord. Turn my children’s hearts towards you. Woe them. Call them. Raise them up to be mighty warriors for your kingdom. Let them stand for what is good and right and noble in your sight. And may they love you with all that they are."
I humbly bow,
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