Like many Christian children, summer camp was a standard feature of my childhood. I approached camp with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It excited me because the week featured hiking, archery, marksmanship, swimming, fishing, and, of course… snipe hunting. Every year, buses, vans, and cars arrived bursting at the seams with excited children, sleeping bags, and sunscreen. Late night bonfires with guitars and worship music formed my character and challenged my spiritual walk. [Read more…]
I have three little rays of sunshine, but one I get to enjoy more frequently than the other two. Today, the littles are on their way to see Grandma.
When that white Envoy pulls up to the house, I nearly see it vibrating with excitement as two-year-old Zadok realizes where he is. In his excitement, he’s literally gasping as he escapes his parents’ captivity and races to the stairs, all the way exclaiming our names. His excitement spreads to one-year-old Lana, and she wiggles in her car seat, anxious to explore using her newfound skill as a walker. Those giggles and snuggles delight me, especially on an overcast, drippy day in Michigan.
Later today, three-year-old Zeke will arrive home with Papa, and we purposely withheld the news of his cousins’ arrival. I’m looking forward to the sound of little boys bouncing down the stairs on their bottoms as if at an amusement park. They delight me and brighten my day.
So here’s to all the little boys and girls who stole their grandparents’ hearts… Thank you for being our little rays of sunshine.
“Little Ray of Sunshine” by David Harris
My precious grandson Zadok Lewis has been in the hospital overnight and on IV fluids for over 24 hours, and this treatment has not re-hydrated him. The diagnosis is Rota Virus, and it has left him severely dehydrated. I’m using today’s post to ask for prayer and for you to leave Zadok a comment below, so we can show how many people cared for him when he was so sick. [Read more…]
That’s me! Yes, the one with the long legs, and yes, our hands were supposed to be pointing all different directions in our “Go West” choreography. As best I can remember, this was a practice session before an evening concert at Lakewood Campground in Myrtle Beach, SC [Read more…]
“…and that’s how you make stone soup,” I finished the story as I saw parents arriving, especially the parents of one particularly precocious five-year-old-ish boy under my charge for a few hours while his parents attended student leadership meetings at the small Bible school where Todd and I worked. Our little Con-Man, a moniker I still use on our young Connor as a grown man, had worn me out, and I had finally captured his attention with the little tale of stingy villagers opening their cupboards out of curiosity about the clever beggar’s unique concoction [Read more…]