Once again I break in to explain that it's been a while since I have blogged. I have come to realize that I am not a very good blogger. 2011 has been a busy year for us. A lot has happened.
Trent is growing up before my very eyes. He is becoming an adolescent. Many things are different for him. He will be moving to the Upper Learning Center this year. He has a Face book account. He attended Youth Camp for the first time this year. His voice is getting lower. He has those moments where he has to choose to do the more "grown up" thing rather than the "fun" thing. One thing that has surprised me is the fact that he doesn't have an excitement building to drive. I asked him to drive my truck forward and he refused. (NOT anything like his mommy.)
Michael is maturing in a way that makes my mommy-heart glad. I can see him thinking through his little processes that we have been working on. He has taken it upon himself to become the protector of the little ones. Almost without fail when we load ourselves in the truck, he tell me of some experience where he "saved" a younger one. I love this about him. Many times a day I still pray, "God, teach me how to teach him." I love the vigor he puts into each activity. I know when school starts his salt will wherewith loose it's savor. This summer while we visited my parents Michael went to the altar. Troy and I waited back to pray with him when the pastor invited people to come pray with the seekers. It became apparent that this is not how this particular church did things. The preachers wife, who is very vocal and vigorous in her out loud praying, went to pray behind him. As Michael knelt there a voice erupted behind him that shook his very being. "Oh God!" the voice shouted. As the voice continued in fervent pleading prayer, Troy and I looked at each other trying to decide if it was best to let Sister Judy pray with Michael or if it was appropriate for us to make our way to the altar. While our eyes were discussing this, Tyrell grabbed my hand and pulled my ear down to his lips. Looking very concerned he asked this question, "What is she doing to him?" I pulled myself away from him and cleared my throat, prayed a quick prayer to God not to let me laugh and said, "She is so excited that Michael loves Jesus and wants to serve him that she's praying kind of loud." After what seemed like 5 minutes, (see I was trying to pray quietly in my seat, but Tyrell's question kept repeating itself over and over in my head) Michael stands up with a great big grin on his face and comes to stand next to me. I wrapped my arm around him as he looks up at me and says, "I felt Jesus touching my heart, but that lady came back there to pray I couldn't help laughing a little."
Tyrell is learning that he cannot be the "little boy" all the time. When he and Michael go to clean their room he has to help. His heart has been broken many times this summer. Tyrell is going to be in third grade this year. Sadness creeps in if I dwell upon that thought very long. Tyrell is so happy to be getting closer to school. He can't wait to learn cursive and times tables. He is swelling with pride to already know all his "zero's, one's, two's, AND eleven's!" Tyrell is trying to talk like a grown up, which sometimes causes him to get into trouble.
We enjoyed staying at Rock Lake Camp this year. Bro. Peirpoint, one of the speakers at camp, was my pastor for many years at Hobe Sound, FL. The ministers of music were the Shrouts. Lucas' family and my family spent a lot of time together in our early years. It awesome to re-connect with him and spend time getting to know Hannah a little. God met with us in a special way. Lord, may I be your servant and grow in you each day.
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