The Things Kids Say

Last week Landon said, "What was it like the first time Daddy kissed you?" I told him where we were and that I was probably happy. To this he said, "Did he take you to a 5-star restaurant afterwards?"

I swear, that kid says the absolute funniest things! He will be just 8 years old next month but sometimes he seems so much older than he is, and his drawings always amaze me too because he is so detail oriented. I told him yesterday that if God had let me pick any little boy, there is no way I could have ever come close to what God had given me in him. Truly, I am blessed.

I'm Glad There are Rainbows . . .

Each day I say that I am going to blog, and then I get busy. But more then that, sometimes the things I do in my life just seem so utterly insignificant when I look around me. I don't mind insignificant though; at least not in light of the lives and moments that I am deeply touched by.

I am on a journey with loved ones who are battling cancer, and bravely fighting for their lives. I see how bold they have become, and how tender, and caring. Cancer it seems is almost secondary to them, in light of the needs of others that they care about. Sometimes their journey brings me to tears. I pray that they win their fight.

And then there is Haiti, and as I sit in my warm house, with my belly full of food, I cannot help but think about the people over there . . . especially the little children. We have friends from Haiti, and the husband has been there to help, and he tells me about how it is, and about the children, and how he could not stop crying. It made me cry too.

And then there is the woman who was in a plane crash and nearly lost her life. Most of her body is burned. She is a wife, and a mother. She fights the good fight and counts her blessing. I read her blog daily and have great admiration for this woman.

These are only a few stories in a sea of many.

So who am I, and what do I have to say? These people whom I so admire, convict me and remind me to be thankful for the smallest of things . . . and I am. So it rains, and pours, and sometimes there is thunder and lightning, and worse. But eventually the sun comes out again, and we see a rainbow that reminds us of the things we need to be reminded about. And I am utterly grateful. I hope you are too.