"i can feel my hand with God on it"
he whispers to me in the dark.
he went to bed with much reluctance that night. called me back in there half a dozen times for all kinds of crazy non-reasons, with a couple of possible-but-not-probables thrown in. he even played the "tummy ache" card. that's always an unknown for me. how can he prove it? how can i disprove it? is it for real? or is he playing me?
then,
wt: "mommy, may i have permission to get out of bed and get some books to sleep with?"
db: "no, you may not sleep with books, now GO TO SLEEP."
wt: "but can i just have one?"
db: "no, now GO TO SLEEP."
wt: "but mommy, can i have the BIBLE?"
db: (pause, trying to see where this is going...) "why do you want to sleep with the Bible?"
wt: "i want to put it on my tummy."
db: "why?"
wt: "because it's God's word and it will make my tummy feel better."
how can i argue that?
"He sent His Word and healed them..." Ps 107:20
so, we pulled a Bible off the shelf above and laid it on his tummy. a child's Bible, small, with Jesus holding a little lamb, flanked by two smiling children. he raised up a little, re-adjusted it so that the illustration faced him, gently placed his hands on the cover, and laid back slowly so as not to shift the Word. "i can feel my hand with God on it" he whispers to me in the dark.
the reluctance to meet sleep vanished. eyes closed, breathing slowed. whispered prayers. surrender.
"according to your faith let it be to you." Matt 9:28 and, according to his faith...
he was healed.
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"taste the banana momma! doesn't it taste good? i wasn't quite sure what to do with it, so i peeled it and then i washed it."
every now and then they do something that just amazes. honest, perfect in its imperfection and beautiful. woke up to a made-by-andrew-3-bowl-breakfast of pecans, crystallized honey, and pears, apples and bananas. the best part was the handwritten note...
"Dear DaDy, Thank you for ol the things you hav bun for us. now I wont to maic up for ol the things you hav bun by riting this leter anb taking you to the betch to hunt sandcrads or hermit crabs. Your Bluvd sun Andrew
Dear MoMy thank you for taking tim to holm scooling us and taking caer uvus and lyding us in the rit brekshen and mking meolsfor us your bluved sun Andrew
Deay wil thank you for plaiing with my in the bakyarb your big bruther Andrew"
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kate came to play. they found a toad and named him Toadie, of course. then built him (he wasnt too pretty so in my biased opinion i assumed it was a He) a 5 room habitat with connecting tunnels and a sunroom.
they even pulled up the last remaining struggling strands of grass that hadnt been pulverized by
recent tractor activity and stuffed them in a bucket for Toadie's food supply. then it rained. hard. all night. 5 inches by morning. i tried to prepare them for the destruction they would certainly find when they next visited the dirtpile-turned-condo. what troopers they were. in a very happy voice wil tyler said "that's ok mommy, we can just build another one, because we're little and we're really good at that!" i'm thinking maybe there's a lesson here for me...
they even pulled up the last remaining struggling strands of grass that hadnt been pulverized by
recent tractor activity and stuffed them in a bucket for Toadie's food supply. then it rained. hard. all night. 5 inches by morning. i tried to prepare them for the destruction they would certainly find when they next visited the dirtpile-turned-condo. what troopers they were. in a very happy voice wil tyler said "that's ok mommy, we can just build another one, because we're little and we're really good at that!" i'm thinking maybe there's a lesson here for me...
