Longing

I watched two precious kids for a friend of mine today. They’re ages 1 and 2. I watched and marveled at all they could do. When my babies were young of course I enjoyed and bragged about their milestones. I was excited for the day but always in a hurry for the next one to come. I was always looking forward to what came next. I don’t think I took for granted what they could do for the day but I didn’t realize what a miracle each milestone really is.

In less than a week Miles will turn five years old.
There are so many many milestones that I’ve never seen him do.
I’ve watched and waited for five years for things that have never arrived.
I’ve longed and prayed for that special word “mama” to pass through his lips but it’s never made it through.
I’ve desired to see him sit and play on the floor with toys like I saw those two kids do today.

Intentional eye contact, reaching out for me, sitting up, crawling, walking, throwing a fit, potty training, climbing into bed with me, holding a toy, sneaking into the pots and pans, chasing his brothers and sisters, wrestling with his Poppa, feeding himself, fighting bedtime…hugging me. Those things have never come.

Even so my heart longs for them.

I want to trade tube feeds and medicine cocktails in the morning & evening for all those things. I want to trade Dr. appointments and breathing treatments for those precious milestones. I want to trade medical supplies and handicap accessibility for them.

God made our bodies so miraculously. He made them work in such an amazing way. Our brains are probably the most intricate things on the planet. It’s amazing what you can’t do if yours doesn’t work.

Joey's English Paper

Joey wrote a small paper for English and I thought it was cute. Here it is:



Joey Wilson

Lesson Learned

My little brother Spencer had received his first pocketknife. It was red and had two blades. He was so excited until he was almost was shocked. The same day he got his knife he put the knife right in front of the outlet. I saw him so I kicked him out of the way. I ran to tell my parents and explained to them what happened. They said that he was not allowed to have a pocketknife any longer. So they took it away from him. Since then he has always blamed me for not being able to own a pocketknife. I tell him that it’s not my fault, but he refuses to believe it’s his fault. Anyway, I know it’s not my fault. The lesson I learned is that even though you can try to help someone it doesn’t mean they will appreciate the help.

Hobby Blobby (that's what Randy calls it)

I don't know that I LOVE SCRAPBOOKING but I do enjoy it.

I would like to "enjoy" it more often.

It seems like there's never enough time to do it. Everyone once in awhile I will get together with Rachel and crank out a few pages, but that's the extent of my scrapbooking.

If I had unlimited time, resources and instant digital photos mailed to me THEN I would be sure to scrapbook to my heart's content.

What hobby do you love but never seem to find enough time for?

Wow! Really?

I had to go over to Hendrick Medical Supply yesterday to exchange some syringes that were wrong AGAIN! I didn’t mind too much. I was having a good attitude about it, but when the woman at the front desk saw me and what I was there for AGAIN she just cringed. I think she’s as amazed at their incompetence as I am sometimes.

Anyway, I handed her the big bag of syringes and she said (referring to the person that got the wrong syringes), “They’re so retarded.”

To which I replied excitedly, “Oh, do you hire retarded people here because my son is retarded and he will need a job someday.”

That’s when she crapped her pants.

The Search

Looking for a church home.
Church shopping.
Hunting for a new church,
Looking for the place God wants us to be.
Looking for a place to serve.
Searching for a place to plug in.
Finding a new body of believers.

However you want to say it…we still don’t know where we’re going to church.

We’ve tried a few places. Before we began the adventure Randy and I both separately thought that we should try two places: South Side Baptist and Morning Star Community Church. From that it would seem that one of two places would be our new church home, but we still don’t know.

We’ve been to South Side 3 times. Morning Star twice and last week we went to The Mission. So, that makes 6 weeks since we haven’t had a church family. After 10 years at the same church that’s a pretty shocking life style change.

So, we’ve been going to these churches and almost as soon as we hit the door the question is asked, “So what did you think?” Of course we’ve been praying about it, and we don’t want to go where we “think” is good. We clearly want God’s direction in this decision but it’s a totally human thing to dissect and discuss such matters.

We’ve been going to lunch after church which is funny because we didn’t do that when we went to Clyde. We used to drive through a place or pick up lunch and take it home but we hardly ever went to a restaurant after church. I think it’s because it already took so long to get ready, drive out there, be at church, chat forever and then drive home that by the time we hit town we just wanted to get home, peel off our clothes and take a nap.

In these last six weeks we’ve been doing something new. When we get to the car I get out a piece of paper and ask everyone where they want to go. One by one they give me their vote and I write it on a slip of paper. When that’s done one person gets to draw and whatever place it says on the paper is where we get to go. Even if it’s CiCi’s and I hate that place we still go. Don’t mind me. I’m probably just bitter because I still haven’t won yet.

So, not only is church different, but Sunday lunch is different, we’re going to different places so our Sundays are totally different, and to top it all off Randy has decided that he likes shopping after lunch. Crazy! So, we go hang out at a store until we’re ready to go home. It’s all been very delightful.

During this time between walking outside of the church we tried and before we go home from shopping we discuss “what we think” about the church we went to.

Here’s the break down.



















Oh, you didn’t think I’d give you all the juicy details today did you?

No way! I’ve gotta keep you comin’ back for more!

Soon I’ll write about our adventures of Charismania to Conservative Baptist.



In the mean time. Please keep praying for us!