Trick or Treat!!!

Well, a few weeks ago, I thought this Halloween thing was for the birds. Mommy got me this Thomas "shirt" and I wanted nothing to do with it. What a difference a few weeks makes . . . .

Here, I am trying to "ride" Thomas on my train tracks. (And, no. Papa didn't suggest this. I came up with it myself!)

Then, we went to see Miss Rhonda, Mr. Craig, Brooke and Avery at the library by their house. I liked spinning this big wheel!

And, playing my usual games. :-)

Avery . . . .

And Brooke!

Then, my Mom and I went trick-or-treating. It is a strange thing, that I wasn't quite sure about, but I was outside, with friends and wearing Thomas, so all was well!

Then, when we got home, I did some play doh. Whew! What a busy day!!

Happy Halloween!!!

Pumpking Carving 2009

Tonight was our annual pumpkin carving extravaganza. As you can see, we take these things very seriously!

Uncle Joel was boycotting for a while..... then he got on it! There was Grandma, Papa, Uncle Dave, Alonzo, Isabel, Uncle Joel, Aunt Tawana, and Ruben, with Mom and me.

Here are my two pumpkins. A smiley and a ghost.

I had to check these strange things out!

Here they are when we were about half way done:

Then, Alonzo added his. Scary!

And Uncle Dave added his. He thinks he always wins! (Maybe he does....)

And here are ALL of them.

Happy Harvest everyone!

New eyes!

Well, I got home from surgery and Grandma was waiting for me. (Papa was with me at surgery). Surgery ain't so bad . . . . I don't think Mom agrees. :)

Here are my NEW eyes. Mom says they look kinda funny to her. And scary. Hey, they are better than they were! And now they are almost straight! I think I can see better already!

Papa is still the running favorite. For book reading AND for piggy playing. Rub my feet, Papa!!

Oh, and I've been snoozing in my new room ever since it was first set up. I AM a big boy now!!

Praise the Lord!

Have you ever noticed how easy it is to praise the Lord when we get our way? Or when prayers are answered with "yes"? The real test of our faith is whether we can (and do) praise Him when it doesn't go our way or results in pain or suffering rather than celebration.

I've been praying with fervor about Seth and his surgeries and his issues. And God is systematically answering all of my prayers (and yours too!). The only unanswered prayer to this point is for complete and total healing. And I'm not giving up on that yet! So today, when his surgery went well and when we got more good news about his hormone levels and endocrine system, I praised Him. Loudly. Thank GOD, I said. Amen, I said! I cried when I got the call telling me that diabetes is off the table. God is good!!! But what if today had ended differently? What if the answer to prayer had been "No, Seth will have diabetes insipidus and I will use that illness for My good, too." Or what if surgery hadn't gone well? Could I still praise Him?

That's the rub isn't it? I mean it's easy to tell friends that our kids are so "good" and "pure joy" when they are in a season of obedience. Likewise, it is "easy" to give God all of the credit when things are going right. And frankly, if I'm honest, it is consistent with what I think I know of Him. He is good. He is faithful. He loves Seth more than I do. Of course He would make sure that Seth is cared for and healthy, right? But what if He didn't? That's where the faith comes in. Faith that God has something more for Seth no matter what comes into our path. Faith that God is using Seth for His purposes, even when I can't see it. I think that's why that song by Jeremy Camp, "I will walk by faith" means so much to me right now: "I will walk by faith; even when I cannot see. Well because this broken road, prepares your will for me..... See I'm broken, BUT I STILL SEE YOUR FACE. Well you've spoken, pouring your words of grace..... So I will walk by faith....."

Isn't that what it's all about?? Lord, help me.

I'm a Big Boy Now

Can you guess where I am?

Reading my Bible?

Yep. That's right. My new room! Isn't it cool?

Mommy says I don't have to live in it until I'm good and ready, but last week I slept in this bed when the noise outside my old room was too loud so, hey! Who knows!!

I'm so grown up . . . . .