Did you really ask me that?

God's Boys will be good boys!

What, my son? What, son of my womb? What, son of my vows?

Fewer questions and more determinations. Late teen's are a season of, "I'm not going to do it that way." It looks like to me. How do you stay respectful to your parents when your mind is taking their deeds apart and weighing them as to their validity in your life, long-term. It is hard! I love you mom, but what you are saying is not valid to this point...Sometimes that is the case.

Sometimes mom is talking to her little fellow, on the knee and you are a man. Sometimes mom is just gabbing to her rambunctious jumping bean and you are a settled man. I didn't ask you that, mother? I know you didn't. Just humor my answering the questions that are unasked, son. It is a habit and I love you and sometimes it is just mother talk. Keep weighing our validity and make your determinations and become a better man for it.

Happy New Year!

How Grateful I am for you, in my life!!!

I played the saddest song when you came down the steps, this morning. I couldn't see outside of grief, when I chose that song for my baby's funeral, but I was taught to praise God in suffering. I was taught to hold my tongue from questioning God's providence. So I did. I still loved God, but so many questions remain in my soul to this day.
God restores. God gave me you! God blessed my prayers. God is still in the healing process of my wounds. I am sure that I will see the full fruition of my condition, when I get to heaven, but right now, still in a mummilike state I walk around taking off some of the grave clothes of a heavy soul, who lost her first son to the grave. God is still speaking His comforts to me and personally tearing my wrappings off of my soul. In the meantime, I have you and your brothers and sisters, on earth to comfort me. I love you!

Where are you Christmas?

Does maturity mean that Christmas, no longer brings that twinkle to your eyes? I don't think so.

Santa is for babies, you said.

We have to find a way to get you excited about giving and not just getting. Aunt Sharon found Ezra's sweet spot on that order and we must use that giving seed for him. We must find yours. God give us grace. Amen.