babies and pumpkins

Oh! I got to hold the cutest little boy today. His name is Luke, and I look forward to seeing him every once in a while when his mom comes here to get her hair cut. He's 5 months, full of life, snuggly, and adorable. I got to hold, love, and feed him for an hour or two. My dear friend, Kiko (and his wife), welcomed their second little girl into the world today. They're holding, cherishing, and providing for her and Emily! She's beautiful... Babies are beautiful...

But, so often, we think the "babies" in life are foolish. What if they know nothing else? We all have things in life that we struggle with. I am weak in SEVERAL areas that my husband isn't, and vice versa! I would never consider calling him a baby, just because he wasn't good at something. Why, then, do we get so easily frustrated with the "babies" of Jesus?! We should be holding, loving, and feeding them! Just like I did with sweet Luke today. And, I don't mean a hug and a few trite words to fix everything. What if we all took one of the "babies" of the faith and spent hours with them? How would they progress? How would they thrive? We'll never find out until we're ready to make that commitment. We should love those "babies" more often... we should think those "babies" are beautiful, too!

I read somewhere today that God brings relationships into our lives to bring us closer to Him. Relationships always have their misunderstandings, hardships, and time of drought. I never thought of it quite the way that this wise woman did! Obviously, Christ is always trying to get us to run to Him. But, as I sit here and think about all of my past relationships that had crumbles, wipe-outs, and calamity, I can recount all the times it lead my to Jesus instead of man. I'm thankful for hard times, hard friendships, hard endings... because, I wouldn't know Jesus like I do today if all my relationships were perfect and still intact. I don't need anyone but Jesus, for He is my Everything. My husband is a blessing. My best friend is a blessing. My family is a blessing. But, if I had to be all alone, just like John on his island of exile, I would have my Lord, Saviour, Deliverer, Lover, and Perfect Fulfiller. Praise the Lord...

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We carved pumpkins. This was my mothers 44th year (so she informed us). It was Patrick's third. He FINALLY got the hang of it! I just want to say, we had the best time. We laughed, loved, giggled, and got to be silly.

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