I love The Stinker's forgetfulness. I love that he can be cleaning up the dishes from dinner and completely forget what he's doing because his little sister has done something to make him laugh, and he's enjoying her. I love how he sings Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas songs at the top of his lungs as he works on his art projects. I love how he runs to the piano every chance he gets to practice "Deck the Halls" and "Shout to the Lord." I love that he likes to play board games and appreciates the comics and isn't too big to be silly with his sister.
I love The Thinker's inquisitiveness. I love that he thinks so much about life. And I love that he has so much to share that he can't keep it inside and just must speak about it all as soon as he can about whatever he can think of. Whew! Even when it wears me out. I love that he loves books, like me. And sports, like his dad. I love watching him mature and learn and grow more and more into the man he will become. I love seeing him making strides to control his temper and show patience toward his brother.
I love them. They are my children.
Our Abba Father loves us like that. He knows our sitting down and our going about. He knows our thoughts. He knows our prayers before we ask. He knows those individual things about us -- our habits, gestures, facial expressions, and attitudes.
He knows how I lose car keys every other month and at least two pairs of sunglasses a year. He knows how I struggle with anxiety, and how weary I can get. He knows how a beautiful sunrise just makes my day.
And I still ponder that He is mindful of me. And not just mindful . . . but that He loves me. He really loves me . . . like I love them.
And much, much more.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness." Jeremiah 31:3
"See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!" 1 John 3:1
Treasure His lavish, everlasting, Fatherly love.
He loves you -- cheesy grin, forgetfulness and all.
Because I don't want to forget Gifts #431-456
The Stinker's love for Christmas songs
The Thinker's maturity
The Thinker's first game (and he leading scorer!)
my husband's help when I'm sick
my parent's help when I'm sick
not having to go to the grocery store this week
doctors and nurses
a good Sunday School lesson and discussion
sitting by my mom in church
a spagetti dinner at my parent's
a warm home
oodles of hand-knit scarves
Baby Girl's first haircut (adorable and without tears!)
The Stinker's cheerfulness as he works
watching Baby Girl dance with her daddy
the ability to play
the parents who paid for lessons
the one who patiently taught me for five years
the gift of music from my heart through my fingers
my Abba Father -- I just love Him