He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord. ~ Psalm 113:9

My darling little boy is growing up into an adorable little pre-schooler. Since my oldest daughter is almost 15, I know first hand how quickly the time seems to pass. However, I am working everyday at savoring the moments God gives me with my family. This summer I fully intended to become “super blogger” and write blog posts galore. But, God had other plans for my summer days. I have not written as faithfully as I had hoped, but I’ve spent a lot of time reading, walking with my husband, driving my children to various activities and more! In short, I haven’t written about life because I’ve been too busy living it.

I did want to take a moment here to wish my youngest a happy birthday. He came to me this morning with his hair sticking up, squinting his eyes and put his arms around my neck. He exclaimed, “I love you, Mom!” I said, “I love you!” He said, “I love you MORE!” This is how he greets me most mornings. It’s hard to have a frown after that kind of start to the day. He says the cutest things and makes astute observations for a little guy. Sometimes, the things he says actually convict me, because he’s repeating something he heard from me (ouch). Sometimes, he makes me shake my head in amazement. Sometimes, I just laugh. I can always count on him for an interesting conversation, no matter what.

Matthew came into my life when things were not going well. Our church family wanted to disown us, our finances were not great, and Laci had a seizure. But on July 14, 2010, none of that heartache mattered. God sent me a priceless gift: a blond-headed little boy. He was a comfort to me on lonely nights when tears flowed freely. I could rock him, smelling the baby lotion on his skin, and feel blessed in the midst of so much turmoil.

I just want to thank the Lord for sending us Matthew. Each of our children brings something unique and wonderful to our lives, but Matthew was God’s special gift to lonely Pastor’s wife. My heart overflows.

With love,