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Happy Birthday, William!!!
William will be 5 years old this Sunday, September 11. We rejoice!
Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. Happy Birthday, son.
William's Storm...
Barely above a pound jettisoned into life
Peeking through gauze
Poked, prodded, stuck and skewered
Surrounded by white coat
posted 3:58:33pm Sep. 07, 2011 |
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Sweet Darling, JJ...
One of the biggest desires of a parent is for your child to get along. I mean really, who wants to have the kid that "Doesn't play well with others"? That has to be a nightmare for any mother or father. All I knew was that I didn't want to have "that kid"! You know "that kid". The kid who
posted 6:39:14pm Aug. 15, 2011 |
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I Never Asked God Why, Until...
We all have reasonable expectations, especially when we have absolutely no reason to think otherwise. It'd be like entering 2 + 2 into a calculator and anything BUT 4 coming up on the screen.
On September 10, 2006 despite Lisa's cramping, discomfort, and a lengthy ultrasound, we were assured by n
posted 10:39:07am Aug. 03, 2011 |
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Indicators, Not Touchdowns...
When I was a little boy one of my favorite things to do was play my Mattel Handheld Football Game. It was a little bigger than an iPhone. It was about 6" long and 3.5" wide. William was barely twice that size when he was born. It was all white and had 6 small buttons to play defense, kick, a
posted 1:59:35pm Jul. 25, 2011 |
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Now Faith!
When you're sitting in a small, white room where the couch is too small and there aren't enough chairs, faith takes on a whole new meaning. Despite the strife looming in that room, I could feel faith. Faith has a feeling. I could touch it. Faith had His arms wrapped around me. The doctor told
posted 1:44:02pm Jul. 22, 2011 |
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posted July 7, 2011 at 10:34 pm
And so the story of William’s Journey begins. A dad, bigger than life, shares the heart-wrenching account of a young warrior who will one day “run and not grow weary,” “stand on mountains,” and lead us all in praise to the Father from Whom all blessings flow. Mr. Pain, your task, should you choose to take it, will be to rise up and call Him blessed, Who does all things well. Best wishes on your journey.