Myles and Aaron are at the hemophilia camp. They are rafting down the Salmon river with a forecast of large hail, rain, and gusty winds. WHAT A GREAT MEMORY FOR MY SONS! I have time to think when buggies is gone. Time to think of how much I love him, time to think about who he is, time to think of my role as his mother. I have realized that I am only a witness to Myles' life, a person in the audience to witness the play. Most parents feel that they are the directors of their childrens life. It is their job to direct and guide their childs role in this life. I have always felt this way to, until now. Myles has a direction in life that really has nothing to do with me. Yes, I am there to love, comfort, inspire him, but who he is seems to come from somewhere deep inside him. I can only stand back and watch. It is way beyond anything that I can contribute to. He has always had this direction, but I think that facing death as many times as he has, it has grown. It's really hard to explain. His presence to anyone who is near him brings about a comfort of life, a sweet and gentle unspoken reason for life and living. He knows something that most of us don't, but he doesn't know what he knows, it's just in his soul that he can't explain. I witness it daily, old, young, affluent, and poor, they all feel something when they meet him. I have relinqished this duty of mine, and I will just witness and learn. Sometimes that is the only thing to do and I am SO honored.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of
Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.
-- Kahlil Gibran
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You Have to Choose
Monday, August 11, 2008
“I am the way, and the truth, and the life. The only way to the Father is through me.”
John 14:6
The definitive voice in the universe is Jesus…
He leaves us with two options. Accept him as God, or reject him…There is no third alternative.
Oh, but we try to create one. Suppose I did the same? Suppose you came across me standing on the side of the road. I can go north or south. You ask me which way I’m going. My reply? “I’m going sorth.”
Thinking you didn’t hear me correctly, you ask me to repeat the answer.
“I’m going sorth. I can’t choose between north and south, so I’m going both. I’m going sorth.
“You can’t do that,” you reply. “You have to choose.”
“OK,” I concede. “I’ll head nouth.”
“Nouth is not an option!” you insist. “It’s either north or south. You gotta pick.”
When it comes to Christ, you’ve got to do the same.
WOW, love your post! I know your boys are having a great time today. WE leave on Thursday with Kaitlin . . I know you'll keep us in your thoughts and prayers. It sure means a lot. They pulled all the college students that are going away, at our church yesterday. They prayed for the kids, and offered much support. I'll keep you posted as to how we all do! Much love and continued prayers for all!! K8
Loving Forgetfulness
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
“I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more.”
Jeremiah 31:34 NKJV
To love conditionally is against God’s nature. Just as it’s against your nature to eat trees and against mine to grow wings, it’s against God’s nature to remember forgiven sins.
You see, God is either the God of perfect grace…or he is not God. Grace forgets. Period. He who is perfect love cannot hold grudges. If he does, then he isn’t perfect love. And if he isn’t perfect love, you might as well put this book down and go fishing, because both of us are chasing fairy tales.
But I believe in his loving forgetfulness. And I believe he has a graciously terrible memory.
Hey! Off to work early early!! Hope all is well at camp. Much love and continued prayers for all!! Aunt k8
A Real Friend
Thursday, August 14, 2008
“A real friend will be more loyal than a brother.”
Proverbs 18:24
To others, Jesus was a miracle worker. To others, Jesus was a master teacher. To others, Jesus was the hope of Israel. But to John, he was all of these and more. To John, Jesus was a friend.
You don’t abandon a friend—not even when that friend is dead. John stayed close to Jesus.
He had a habit of doing this. He was close to Jesus in the upper room. He was close to Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. He was at the foot of the cross at the crucifixion, and he was a quick walk from the tomb at the burial.
Did he understand Jesus? No. Was he glad Jesus did what he did? No. But did he leave Jesus? No.
What about you?
We're off today to drive Kaitlin to school. Oh my Goodness, I don't know that I'm ready!! I hope I survive the next couple of days. Much love to all!! Thought and prayers to all! ~k8
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