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There It Is.

Sitting in church last Sunday, I inspected our seats to see if eight of the ten kids had arrived. (Hope was in the nursery, and our oldest and his wife are still sparring with winter in frozen North Dakota.)  One, two, three....six, seven, eight. My eyes followed to the end where Captain Fun, my husband of 28 years, finished off the row.  Every single chair was occupied by a Sims.  

Suddenly, I was struck with the wonder of it: There it is. What I have wanted since I was nine years old.

A Good Shot

"Mom," Silas said last week when he came home from school, "there is a mean kid in my class, and I'm trying to hold up my shield of faith but he sure is a good shot."

What a simple reminder to make sure I put on my own armor every day.  After all, if my seven-year-old second grader can have the presence of mind to be thinking in the spirit realm when someone is unkind, so should I. 

"Put on the whole armor of God," the apostle Paul admonishes in Ephesians chapter 6, "that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

Time to Fly.

It's that time again:  time for another one to fly.  In just two more days, my fourth one will leave the nest. 

An important looking package came in the mail a few months ago.  Mom Dot, the official mail-checker of the house, trotted in with it tucked under her arm.  It had Ben's name on it.  

We had been waiting to hear what the next step was for our soon to be graduating son.  Ben had applied to several colleges and two of the academies.  So far, he had received one acceptance to a local university and had been wait listed by others.

Proms and Prayers

All eleven of us were sitting around the dinner table last week when it dawned on me--it's that time of year again. 

"Ben, isn't Prom coming up soon?"  

"Saturday night,"  he said, gulping down another bite of Pioneer Woman's Sour Cream Noodle Bake. (Love that stuff.) 

"Aren't you going?" asked Captain Fun.  Not a surprising question coming from the Captain. 

"Wasn't planning on it."  

The Fun in Captain Fun took over.

The Days We Never Had: A Tribute

Our friend, Mark, died very suddenly last week while on a road trip with his family.  His funeral is today--Valentine's Day.  

With her permission, I would like to share the tribute written by Natalie, his 18 year old daughter. 

To all of you who didn't know who he was, this is a small glimpse. 

It has been one week since I realized you were gone. You were the best Daddy in this world. I know you are spending time with Jesus and are probably discussing your questions about math, science and all the questions you had about this world.
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