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Hi.

I crave strong, hot coffee and perfectly browned toast, but life often interferes. I choose to search for the beauty and humor in the chaos.

 

Matching Scars

Matching Scars

My boys have matching scars. They both have a horizontal line on the left side of their foreheads. This was not planned.

When Hunter was about one and a half years old, my mom and sister rode with us on the train down to San Juan Capistrano. We had a wonderful lunch followed by a stroll around the shops and park close to the restaurant. Unfortunately, the return train was late, causing us to wait on the platform for quite awhile. Hunter had just learned to walk a couple of weeks before. He was still wobbly in his new skill so my mom and I were keeping a close eye on him while he was exploring the platform.

Still, he fell. No, he did not fall off the platform. (What kind of mom do you think I am?) He did, however, fall into a planter. I will never understand why, but this planter was filled with railroad rocks. As I lifted him up to brush him off, his face was covered in blood. Thankfully, my mom was there to help stop the bleeding and get him to a clinic to get stitched up since I was completely useless -- frozen in fear.

When Kaden was about two and a half years old, Scott was outside pushing him on our new swing set. Scott tickled his feet and played peekaboo as Kaden swung toward him & away from him. Suddenly Kaden's hand slipped from the chain. He fell forward out of the swing and did a faceplant into the ground. I heard the high-pitched scream as they came in the house. This time it was my turn to stop the bleeding while Scott watched in panicked silence. We headed off yet again to get stitches at a clinic.

As we are now navigating the waters of raising a middle schooler, I am worried about more than physical safety. I desperately want my boys to grow into men who honor God with their lives, think clearly, and have healthy relationships. My husband and I have proven that we cannot keep them from injury even when we are closely watching them.

As I kissed their foreheads while they were sleeping soundly in their beds, I was reminded of how God has protected them in the past. I choose to trust Him to protect them now. And I choose to trust Him to protect them in the future, no matter what the future holds.

Isaiah 26:3,4--"You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you! Trust in the LORD always, for the LORD GOD is the eternal ROCK."

Trust Issues

Trust Issues

To Pluck or Not to Pluck

To Pluck or Not to Pluck