Story & a Picture

Been a long time since I last posted, but here is a new one with a picture. Life has been crazy, busy and numerous other descriptions I will spare you.

Here's the story:

Heather is at a MOPs Convention meeting this weekend, so I pretty much have the boys to myself. Not a bad deal, get to play and have fun, along with winding them up as much as I want without bothering anybody else when my parents are at work.

Today started off with an upset stomach which is not a big surprise since I have not been up at 8 am for over a year, except with rare instances. Get Heather and the boys to a music class this morning, and I leave to get our van inspected. Stomach starts to feel worse and the line is long at the inspection station. So I go to WalMart and have to wait in the van for my stomach to settle. I am sure you see where this is going :)

By early afternoon, my stomach is tossing and churning with nothing to slow it down. I try some crackers only to have the need to release them into the "potty." Connor finds me in the bathroom while I continue my loud and painful ordeal. He comes in and I lay down exhausted and frustrated. A day alone with the boys, and I am sick.

Connor sits down next to me and starts asking me questions. Great an interrogation by a 4 year old! Then he says, "Daddy, we need to pray that God will make you better. We need to pray for God to make you not sick and to heal you." No response from me, and then he begins to pray!

God's comfort comes in all shapes and sizes. This time it was from my blonde-headed 4 year old. What a man of God. Assures me we are doing what we need to be doing with him.




Connor anxiously trying to get the ball.