"a toast .... to our sons.... may their mothers be gorgeous & their fathers rich!"
This has me thinking about my two sons, so different... uniquely created, but both the treasures of my heart. Let me share a bit of my boys with you (& their father thinks their mother is gorgeous... & we are rich in blessings, not so rich in the bank account...)
My 9 year-old is his Grandpa's grandson. Maybe the Lord knew I would spend all of my adult life far from the home of my youth & would need glimpses of my Dad. He has a new found guilty pleasure.... sunflower seeds. Those of you who intimately know my Dad know he loves sunflower seeds & peppermints. My boys have given him a father's day care package many years containing these plus root beer if we are in Kansas to deliver it. My son & my Dad are both left handed, but golf, shoot a gun & basketball with their right.... my son & Dad (& myself too) are spelling challenged, but hardworking enough to conquer the deficit. My son is a talker.... he never knows a stranger.... he could talk the leg off a snake, same with my Dad. My oldest son is an animal lover, sneaking his puppy into his bed.... my dad spends hours with his small herd of cattle, feeding them, hauling water to quench their thirst, even naming some (Salt, Pepper, Dinner, Buttercup).
My oldest has been an evangelist from early on... I got a call from his kindergarten teacher 3 years ago telling me about an argument that happened at his table during craft time .... my son was adamant in boasting that, "Jesus is hands down the best super hero.... no one else has conquered the grave!"
My younger son is most like his uncle, my husbands brother. A tow headed boy with an unbelievable curiosity & brain for all things scientific & historical. His uncle told my husbands Granny at age 4 that he was concerned for the conflict in the Falkan Islands.... my son wanted to discuss the motive and fall of the Nazi's during a recent production of the "Sound of Music." His uncle built an Internet modem back in the mid-1980's.... my son gathered earthworms escaping the rise in the water table at the city park yesterday after a massive rain storm. He had swaddled them in his sock (off his foot of course). He wanted to build a habitat for them. "Earthworms are aerodynamic mom." He told me yesterday, explaining their shape & how them move and tunnel. I think we are going to empty a 2-liter after school to make the worm friendly eco-system. If we layer soil & sand we can witness the tunneling; this should make for an interesting spring science experiment.
My youngest son is scientific. He has to have data, facts, proof. A recent National Geographic explained remains of pottery from Israel that say "House of David" on them had been discovered; proving archaeologically the existence of King David, from whose lineage Jesus was born. My son thought this was awesome, proof of our Savior... His lineage prophesied in the book of Isaiah... proof that the Old & New Testament are fact.
My first daffodil bloomed yesterday. My youngest picked it, going against my cardinal rule that all my pretty flowers stay in my yard. He put it in a mason jar, filled it to the 3 ounce line with water & wanted to measure how much water it would drink up. This morning the water level had dropped. He marked off the water level with a marker and then commented that it could be evaporation or the flower's consumption changing the water level.
This has me thinking about us as humans & how we drink in the "living water." As a Christian I believe in the word of God... I know it in my heart to be truth. The author of the book of Hebrews (author unknown, but was a second generation believer) tells us:
Hebrews 11:1 " Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."
My oldest son has been certain of what he can not see since he could walk & talk... reciting the story of King David's battle against Goliath at age two by heart. My youngest son is certain as well, but he uses God's word, the living water, to cement that certainty.
As believers we need to be like the daffodil my youngest picked yesterday and intentionally drink in the living water.... on a daily basis. It will quench our thirst, it will give us sustenance, it will give us hope to keep on.... keeping on.
I enjoyed your likeness of your boys to other family members. Sometimes it's the small things that remind us of others.
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This is my favorite so far. But, who knows? Maybe tomorrow's will take its place. I'm addicted to your blog. It's so fun to read about the boys and your family and learn something new everyday. (Even though, you're my sista from a different motha. :) ) You need an "app" so I can keep track of your blog.
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