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Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Mud in her toes

She ran through the leaves
Feeling the mud in her bare little toes,
A little hanging on the eaves of her dress.
She laughed as the rain soaked her curls.
She hopped and skipped, and did a little dance.

Her dad who once saw only rain,
Gray and gloom,
Lost sight of anything else,
But the sweet smile of his princess.
He was no longer soaked,
No longer drenched.
“My little beautiful princess,
May I have this dance.”
A giggle and a courtesy, "yes"

Holding her close
He asked,
"Aren’t you afraid of the rain."
“No, papa, God made the rain”
She giggled,
“And you’re with me, so I know I’ll be safe.”

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Hide and Sleep

I think this is funny. I used to do this with my brothers and sisters, except that it never worked that well :)


Thursday, May 15, 2008

Thunder

I love the sound of thunder. Thunder, especially the really loud, deep, house shaking, heart shaking THUNDER, fills me with so much peace. For me it’s a faint echo of hearing the voice of God. It reminds me of Psalm 18 and God’s protection over me. “I will love You, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; . . . . And I cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And even my cry came before Him, even to His ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; The foundation of the hills also quaked and were shaken, . . . . The LORD thundered from heaven, And the Most High uttered His voice, . . . . He sent from above, He took me; He drew me out of many waters.” I think C.S. Lewis described this feeling well when he describes Aslan’s roar. It’s a strength that both shakes you and gives you unshakable peace at the very core of who you are. When I hear thunder, I feel like a child being held in the arms of my Father.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Two of my sisters had babies over the Summer, a boy and a girl. Recently, I went to go see my new niece for the first time. That sister already had a girl, who I thought was the greatest neice any uncle could have, so I was a little nervous about seeing this new baby girl. I couldn't see loving her more and I didn't want to have favorites. Funny, fear I know, but it was there. Anyways, I walked in the door and saw my new neice and instantly loved her and knew there would be no favorites. My other sister sent me pictures of my nephew and he is amazing.

Not only do I love them, but a huge hunger to teach them about God and what it means to walk with the Lord stirred up in me. To be there for them and establish a godly heritage. It was interesting, I've heard how father's are changed when they see their child for the first time. I think I understand a little bit of what that's like.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Saturday, October 6, 2007