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"I lift my eyes up to the hills-

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip-

he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you-

the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm-

he will watch over your life;

the LORD will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore.

Psalm 121

Most you will not know this, but Caleb is scheduled to have surgery on Monday morning. He is having a revision of his circumcision. :( I am (understandably) nervous and not exactly looking forward to this. But we have been told by the doctors that the earlier the better, easier, and safer. He's been running a fever the last few days, and if that keeps up then we'll have to postpone the surgery, and I REALLY don't want that to happen.

This procedure is supposedly easy, fast, and uncomplicated, but I am still really nervous. Please pray that he will be okay, and the surgery will go as planned. With our crazy year, and it being so late I'm not sure when we would get it rescheduled.

The psalm above is the one I am reading over, and praying over Caleb. So,if you would, please go back up to the top and join me in praying this over my son.

Silliness turns spiritual

Having kids in church is distracting, let's just be honest. I don't always get to focus on the message and worship experience as much as I would like. I'm sure those of you with children totally understand.

This morning I my distraction was a typical one, Caleb. Caleb loves food. We bring snacks and a drink for the kids each week, because it makes everything flow smoother. Caleb has figured out that the servers who bring communion every week are bringing food. He also understands that we get the food, and if we get it he wants it. He stands up when he sees them coming and watches them like a hawk. When they come by and start to pass the trays he holds out his hands and squeezes them, which is his sign for "I want that!" I can't help it. Everytime it cracks me up. It's just so funny that he has figured this ritual out and wants so badly to persuade these men to give him a cracker. Today I tried to offer him a goldfish, but he shook his head no and just waited to see if he would get a cracker. Today we were sitting with my parents and my Dad was holding him, and he just barely kept it together.

As I laughed at all of this, a thought struck me. As funny as it is right now, I hope this is a pattern that continues in my son's life, at least metaphorically. It is my prayer that throughout Caleb's life he will hunger and thirst for the body and cleansing blood of Jesus Christ. How cool is it to think that his whole life my son would be consumed and enthralled by the sacrifice of his Savior. That he would always wait on the edge of his seat, then refuse other things to fill himself with the only thing that really satisfies the blood and body of Christ. That is my prayer for you sweet boy. I love you.

My Boy

8 months...

Some moments I can't believe it's been that long, and others I can't believe it's only been that long.

Caleb just turned 8 months old. He is growing before my eyes. He isn't crawling yet, but he can scoot himself across the floor on his back by digging in his heels. And if you sit him on the wood floor, he can wiggle his bottom just enough to scoot several feet. We are working on his newest trick- giving five. He's getting pretty good.

No teeth have appeared yet, although I've thought he has been working on them forever. He is still the chubby and happy baby he's always been. Everyone here seems to comment on the size of his cheeks, and how big and blue his eyes are.

I am so blessed to have this beautiful baby, and his wonderful big sister. I love you my little boy!