Our Rewards

Psalm 127:3

 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, 

       children a reward from him.

We are so blessed to be the parents of our sweet baby boys. (Parker would be devastated if he knew I called him my baby, shh..) I am so grateful God trusted me enough to put them in my care. I am so in love with them. Even though at times I feel like I want to crawl in a hole and hide from them from a minute of quiet. My house is constantly full of screams and squeals, laughter and tears, superman and batman, tricks and accidents.  There is never a dull moment when these two kids are together. They are each others best friend and worst enemy at times. I love watching them bond. Phillip and I decided in June to put the boys in the same room. I felt like while they are young and since we have bunk beds they should share. I felt like it would help them grow stronger as brother and they would learn that they have to share all things. It was one of the best decisions I have made with them so far. Their relationship has blossomed. Parker is Beckham's protector. It is so sweet. Trust me they still have crazy fights but at the end of the day they love each other. At nap time everyday they lay in bed laughing a reading books while laying in bed. I can hear belly laughs coming from their bedroom for a good hour before they are asleep. When I check on them they are usually spooning. HA! One of these days I will remember to capture a picture of their serious snuggling time. :) I pray every day that god is growing my boys into strong men. Men that aren't afraid to openly love him. Men with a heart for the least of these. I stumbled upon this prayer once a long time ago and I have always been fond of it.

"Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is

weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be

proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

"Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should

be; a son who will know Thee....Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease

and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge.

Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion

for those who fail.

"Build me a son whose heart will be clean, whose goal will be high; a

son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who

will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into

the future, yet never forget the past.

"And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of

humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too

seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity

of greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength."