Twelve years ago. I had a little baby boy growing inside me. But for seven months my body wasn’t acting how it should. Abnormal bleeding and on bed-rest, I spent most of my days doing absolutely nothing. Looking back, I regret not using that time for reading piles of books and crafting great and glorious quilts or blankets. But that’s the thing with age. We grow and hopefully become wiser and use our time more productively because we see how precious it is. I remember moving into Matt’s parent’s house so they could help care for Nadine. She turned one, and I didn’t get to take walks around the neighborhood with her, or chase her in the leaves. It was bumpy chapter in our life. For almost seven months I woke up every day wondering if I would ever be able to hold, snuggle, and watch this boy grow. Then, at 31 weeks, my water broke. Matthew rushed me to the hospital, and we were even more aware of how possible it was to lose this wee boy. I was given shots to help develop his lungs and there was a whir of activity in the hospital room. I don’t remember much of that week in the hospital. Nadine learned to walk that week, and I remember her walking into that room in shiny black patent leather shoes, white stockings and a sweet corduroy dress. My mom brought me a bisccotti container to decorate my room. She also brought a boombox, because I didn’t have things like ipods or iphones or even a portable CD player. There was this CD I listened to over and over, and whenever I hear this song, I am transported back to that hospital bed, hand on my belly, praying over this boy. My prayer was always that he would be a man of prayer and faith, like Elijah in the Bible. Tomorrow the next chapter of his life began, on the day he was born. Early to us, but to God: right on time.
We stood on the edge of the woods, arms around each other and Nadine started to quietly sing: “Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, hey, hey, hey, good-bye.” Matthew and I hugged her close and sang along, our mournful song stretching past the trees and into the May evening with respect and emotion. A pile of stones marks his grave, as this week we said goodbye to our first pet. Toby was Nadine’s rabbit, and she loved and trained him well. I will miss watching her train him on the front porch and take him for walks around the block on his little leash. The words sharpie-d onto his grave-stone say it all:
On a happier note, our school-year is done. We are schooling all year, which basically means we are taking a short break before starting again! This allows for longer breaks during Christmas-time and the dreaded February blues. Today I have an incredibly special place to school-plan. While Matthew works on a side job, this is my view:
I do not take this for granted and have spent most of my morning in awe of the fact that there is no one needing me. In fact, I even managed to go to the bathroom without anyone yelling, “MOM!” Because as every mother knows, the time when every child all of a sudden urgently needs them, is the moment the bathroom door closes.
In the past few months of non-writing, there are mounds of funnies jotted into my phone’s notebook, along with lots of pictures. Our spring has been full of gardening, school, organizing, and purging. Recently, we’ve been going room-by-room throughout the house and deep-cleaning every nook and cranny. This is useful for two things: to get rid of what is not needed, and to find lost things. I don’t know about you, but there are a few items in our home which notoriously get lost throughout the year: bobby-pins, scissors, pencils, pens, hair-ties, hair-brushes, and socks. There is a small list of things of more value and meaning which have also gone missing, and this was another reason for the deep-cleaning. Unfortunately, those things still haven’t been found, but we do have a FULL jar of pencils, pens, and scissors again. As well as this nice array of 22 bobby-pins confiscated from one room alone:
My heart is so full of thankfulness for the five amazing gifts God has given to us. They bless our lives more than words or pictures can express. But I will try to express it anyway.
Nadine has such a huge heart. This was shown so clearly this week when she lost Toby. How she carried him bravely from the accident and stayed with him and didn’t shy away from showing her grief. She has been babysitting and absolutely loves kids. Her passion for horses has not been abated, and she loves to spend her free time writing letters to her amazing friends. She is keeping alive the art of creating home-made envelopes and giving the post office lots of service! She holds the highest record on “bop-it”, which is like a concentration game: 250. I think my record is 21. She sang her first solo and did a beautiful job at their end-of-school play. She is a strong girl, and loves to arm wrestle. I love how she cleans up the kitchen at night for me, when I’m feeling like toast. Her energy is exactly what I need sometimes.
Elijah is growing up, like boys do. Our recent trip to the Franklin Institute to see the “Art of the Brick” Lego display was pretty epic. He and Jack have been building all sorts of things in their spare time, making guns that shoot legos, and vending machines that actually work. It is beyond me. He is often my side-kick in the kitchen. He recently made some chicken curry that was pretty bombdiggity. He did a great job a couple weeks ago, helping Matthew at our church to teach a lesson about lying. He has a gift for music and I absolutely love listening to him jam on the guitar. It is his new passion, and he brings us great joy to hear him play and sing.
Jack finished up his year of wrestling, turned 9, and all sorts of other momentous things in April. At the kids’ end-of-the-year school celebration with their co-op, they performed a musical called, “Rats”. Jack was one of the rats, and I learned something I never knew about him before: that boy can act! He was not afraid on the stage, and he actually hammed it up quite a bit. He is fearless on his bike, which is sometimes not a good thing. He loves to hold hands, and can give the best shoulder massages. When I think of Jack, I think of a strong, tame, hug-gable tiger.
Elsie is a fearless, yet at times, shy girl. She has the most beautiful singing voice, and the ability to pick up songs on the piano naturally. She did a great job at the end-of-the-year play as well. When she has two wheels under her, she becomes very bold. The other day our family went to the skate park together and she was the only girl in the entire park, fearlessly rollerblading between some crazy fast boys on jumps. She prefers to be outside, and has the best imagination. Her end-of-the-year science experiment with flowers and colored water worked out well, and it was fun watch the flowers turn into different colors. She turned 7, got glasses, and seemed to grow up all in a matter of months.
Betty, who is four (which really means “I’m almost five”), tops our charts with hilarity. She adores school, her yellow crocs, and being a part of everything. Like when the kids were all playing “Truth or Dare” in the car. She piped up: “Truth or dare? Truth is, I dare you to jump out of the window!” Elijah calmly answered, “Betty, I’m not going to jump out the window.” She probably crossed her eyes, which is something she does a lot of right now when she’s annoyed. She recently learned how to ride a bike without training wheels, had her first three-legged race, and a host of other firsts that come with being under the age of five. She tells stories which go on for many minutes. The most recent one she told started off like this: “Long ago, when I was three…” She loves “noodle” cookies (snickerdoodles) and “reading”. When we were gardening last week she exclaimed, “There’s a lot of bees in this village!” I must have said, “Sweetheart” to her at some point because she looked at me with a dead-pan face (as she always looks when she says things that crack us up) and said, “Sweetheart?! Why do you always call me sweetheart?” I was so taken aback, I wasn’t sure how to respond!
Another highlight of our spring was saying hello again to my parents who recently just arrived back from Africa. It was fun house-sitting for them, but much more fun having them back again. You can read all about their trip here.
Matthew has been doing pretty well. I don’t think I could be more thankful for him than I am right now, although I know tomorrow it will be more, because that’s how love is. It grows with time. And though we’re not old, we’re older than we were, and I have time on my side to say without a doubt: It just gets better.
Every time March rolls around, I get very excited. I love birthdays and am not afraid of them. I am now officially halfway to seventy:
Today we got a foot of snow for my birthday. It was PILES of fun, and I’m thankful Matthew was able to work from home! This week was full of surprises. It began with an early birthday cake, made especially by our cousin, who owns The Master’s Baker. Seeing as though we didn’t even have a wedding cake, this was my first experience at receiving a professional custom-made cake. Isn’t it gorgeous?
Since winter is here and all, we decided we would take it by the hand and have fun with it. My next surprise was a night away with everyone at Bear Creek mountain resort, for our very first family skiing adventure!
The last time I went skiing was on my 19th birthday. My best friend, Rebecca, was giving me clues on what to do to prepare for this epic surprise she had planned with my sister. She told me things like, “Make sure you shave your legs,” and “Dress nice!” When my birthday rolled around, they blindfolded me and brought me downstairs to the kitchen where I was met by Matthew, his brother, and Rebecca’s brothers. Matthew handed me my “treasure map” to the surprise: a map of the ski place we would be going to that day! I laughed and said, “Good thing I shaved my legs!” before running back upstairs to change. It was a great memory. That may have been the time I kept skiing backwards and couldn’t figure out how to turn myself back around, which only came in handy when I wanted to wave at people as I passed them. It also may have been the time I accidentally went down a black diamond, without knowing how to slow down at all. I do remember flying past Matthew, and truly hoping I would make it down to the bottom in one piece.
Funny how time telescopes when you find yourself in the exact place you have been in the past. I wasn’t skiing backwards or even down a black diamond. Yet all of a sudden I felt the same freedom mingled with danger, and I was 19 again. Except when I fell. Then the nostalgia went poof like the snow in which I landed, and I was definitely thirty-five. And I definitely had five people I had birthed from my body, sharing the ever-expanding niches of my heart. I don’t remember what it is like to be completely separate from those feelings of mother-love. To do anything apart from my mind, body and soul being so deeply connected with another human being. I would rather be halfway to seventy and not remember what it’s like to be independent of those feelings, than be nineteen and have no idea what I’m missing. And as exhausting as motherhood can be, it’s even more exhilarating than that.
My breath caught more times than just when the wind whipped my face. As I skied next to Elsie while she zipped to the bottom of a hill, red cheeks, one strand of hair constantly falling out of her hat and helmet, I smiled at her bravery. She went from being scared to death to go down the hill, to falling, to dusting herself off and saying, “Let’s do it again!” It caught when I saw Nadine gracefully maneuvering the snowy hills, her tall self looking so beautiful. She was so helpful with Betty, both on the slopes and the night before, when we had supper together.
She’s a wonderful big sister. So is Elsie, who is also not afraid to perform interpretive dance in the middle of a restaurant in pj’s and socks.
I laughed at Elijah, my crazy, creative boy, who thought to video himself while he skied and then simultaneously wiped out at the bottom.
I found it hard to breath as I watched Jack plow recklessly and fearlessly down hills and over jumps, creating a puff of snow when he fell.
He wore his t-shirt around his face for most of the day.
I found it especially hard to believe my baby bear is growing up enough to have a ski day of her own. She absolutely loved it when Matthew held her waist all the way down the hill. I almost cried when her little voice called down to me from the ski lift and she waved her little mitten hand and went higher and farther away from me. When her daddy was not able to ski with her, this is what she thought about the whole idea:
Yes, this is her “I’m-happy-and-I-know-it-but-just-not-about-skiing” face.
Our day ended abruptly when I got a call on my phone, just as I had sat down in the lodge with Nadine and Betty and a hot cup of tea. It was Matthew, and he said Elsie had fallen getting off the ski lift and he wasn’t sure if her arm was broken. My throat had a lump in it when I saw the snowmobile with a red cross on it make its way to the ski patrol, a tiny bundle on its sled. I told Nadine to pray and then ran over to meet Matthew. This darling little thing was getting checked out, and we still weren’t sure about her condition. After a lollipop, an ice-cream bar, and many attempts by the sweet ski patrol medics to get her to smile, Matthew got the rest of the crew packed up and we left. I experienced one of the most frightening and harrowing drives through ice and sleet and snow, but made it to the hospital near our house. Long, happy story short: her arm is not broken! We are so grateful to God.
When Matthew and I collapsed into bed, he sighed, “That was the best day ever.”
I would have to agree. And this time, I didn’t even have to shave my legs.
Yesterday morning started off relaxed and chill. Some kids listening to a story in one room, someone else slowly savoring their bowl of cereal. I still meandered around in my sweat pants and two-day-old shirt, after having ignoring the little voice that told me I should get dressed immediately upon rising. All of a sudden I got a panicky feeling that I was supposed to be somewhere. I texted my friend to ask her if the kids had science class today. I had checked the schedule, but must have read it wrong. Yes, science class began five minutes ago. I jammed on my boots, didn’t even tie them, shrugged on another layer over my limp shirt, and shoved a hat on my morning hair. Betty, who was in the middle of being a ballerina, put a coat over her stockings and leotard, and off we went. It was harrowing. Amazingly, they were only twenty minutes late for class. Wearing my junky clothes (okay, pajamas) I still had to fetch a lunch for my poor students, so I ran to the nearest grocery store. Somehow, in 15 minutes we managed to use a two-foot-long piece of bologna to whip other siblings in the meat department and we also were able to tip the cart on top of ourselves just before the checkout line. We, meaning, those of us under the age of thirty-four. The worst part of the morning was in the parking lot. Just before our van, Elsie ran ahead of me by a few feet and as I called for her to stop, my voice quickly changed into a scream as an SUV pulled forward from behind another parked car and came within one foot of hitting her. Praise the Lord for protecting us! Praise Him too for fresh beginnings and new days.
January came and went, leaving a few fun memories behind in its wake. Matthew and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary.
As a belated gift, I surprised him with going to see Les Misérables at a local theatre.
We were gifted with the treat of going to Great Wolf Lodge in the Pocono’s with our family and some of Matt’s co-workers. It was a super-fun memory with the kids. Sadly, Elsie got pretty sick for half of our time there, so I bonded with our hotel room more than the indoor pool area.
This girl right here turned four. She multi-tasks like a natural woman, and makes us laugh so much.
What’s not to love about a girl who burps, giggles, then says, “Some girls have some burps.” Or someone who plays in the snow and says, “My feet are soaking, soaking cold!” Or calls firecrackers, “firecrackles”. Sometimes when I overhear her and Elsie playing together I get such a kick out of what they say. Once Betty exclaimed enthusiastically, “Hi! You can call me Aunt Vicky!” I have no idea where that came from, and I laughed so hard. Some mornings I get woken up with this:
A little baby wolf with big brown eyes. “Can you come downstairs with me?”
Sometimes I wish she would stay bitty forever, but I do love watching her grow.
Today Matthew is having his second infusion of Rituxan. He has no side effects from it, but he also hasn’t felt any better yet. The big kids had a computer class last month, so Elsie and I enjoyed some one-on-one time. The kids have also been having a blast each week at a winter class at Black Rock. Jack has been wrestling like a champ. We went back to Matthew’s highschool in Philly and watched his old teammate coach the current team to Public League Champions. It was very nostalgic watching those boys wrestle, just like I used to watch Matthew wrestle many moons ago.
There is much more to say, but time to dive into February and all it holds. Without the two-foot bologna.
Fall is doing its steady march toward winter, and Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I know time does not in actuality move any faster each year, but the feeling of it moving extra swiftly is real.
The past month has been full of life. I’ve been staying up late at night, finishing projects that require silence, as silence is hard to come by around here before 10pm. So naturally I’ve been sleeping in a bit later as well. Yesterday, Betty came to snuggle with me. She convinced me it was time to get up, because, “Look! The sunshine is awake!” She has been full of so many funnies, I don’t even write half of them down. Yesterday there was a spider crawling on the ground. Not a normal sight in our house, and she was more freaked out than I thought she would be. After awhile of being on the couch, she starting dancing up and down and said how she had to go potty. She didn’t want to leave the couch because of the spider (which was long gone by now). She even tried to talk herself out of being scared. “Spiders don’t live in houses. They live on spider webs.” It didn’t work. “I’m scared of spiders. I don’t know where to go.” Elsie had the perfect solution: walk on the floor all around the carpet, and don’t touch the carpet where the spider was last seen. Problem solved. Their cute little feet tip-toed all around the carpet and walked to the bathroom. She also loves to sing. Sometimes she pulls out my guitar and sings all about Jesus. At the particular moment one of these was taken, she was singing a song about Jesus and rock-climbing on a mountain.
We were looking at pictures yesterday, and Betty kept thinking photos of Elsie were of her. We determined it was their hair that seemed so similar. She looked at Elsie, stroked her hair and said, “I know. Now your hair is growed up!” I’m not the only one amazed at how time is passing.
This weekend we went to see some friends in a ballet of Snow White. I took the girls, and it was absolutely hilarious sitting next to Betty. She followed the story really well, but her ongoing commentary was a hoot. At one point, she was watching one ballerina, who was supposed to be a bird, doing some flying leaps in the air. She whispered loud enough for everyone around us to hear and chuckle, “How does she do that?! You know, mommy, birds can’t dance. They fly.”
Elsie is an avid reader. Her favorite place to read is the top of the stairs, after everyone has gone to bed. We can hear her voice, drifting down the stairs, and it usually gets louder the longer she reads. She is keeping track of how many hours she reads, and I believe it is up to fourteen hours. She certainly keeps us on our toes. She is my faithful companion when it comes to running errands or tidying the house. She has been reading a book about astronomy, which led us to a discussion about how the earth is floating, and she said in an awed voice, “God is just doing His powers right now!”
Jack is wrestling again. A few weekends ago, Matthew took the boys to a wrestling tournament and Jack got third place. Elijah wrestled as well and got fifth place. Jack has decided to stick with it for the rest of the season, and it’s fun to watch him. He is also becoming more of a reader. He even brought his book to the grocery store last week, and was seen reading in the cart. This was a first. Jack takes up a lot of energy, but his heart is solid.
The blur that is Jack, pretty much sums up how he lives life.
Elijah just turned eleven! While the boys were at the wrestling tournament, the girls, Matt’s mom, and I all worked hard to switch up bedrooms to surprise them. Nadine has her own room again, the girls came downstairs, and the attic is now a boy haven. The exclamation point up there is the drum set we got Elijah for his birthday. He is a gifted musician, and it’s fun to hear him improving on the piano and drums. He is pretty sure his voice is changing, and though it’s scratchy some days, I’m not convinced yet.
Nadine claims she is constantly hungry, which could be the contributing factor to the extra inch in height she has seemed to procure lately. Yes, she is taller than me. She loves to write, and is currently working on a fabulous chapter book for kids. She babysits regularly and gets a lot of practice with her own siblings. She is currently taking a small break from horseback riding, but is excited to get back in the saddle soon. I love her zest for life, though it often makes me feel exhausted. Much of what she says and does makes me chuckle, when I remember how similar I was at twelve.
Matthew had a scare at the beginning of the month, which sent us down to Jefferson Hospital. Turns out it was not as bad as we were thinking, but there was enough inflammation to get our attention. Then this week his voice started to take a downhill turn again. After today’s appointment with his Rheumatologist, it was determined he will begin Rituxan infusions again to see if we can nip this in the bud before it gets to be where he was a year and a half ago. We are thankful. When he talks and I hear his voice catch and sound hoarse, I immediately give my fears back to the God who knows exactly what’s going on inside his body. Every day is so incredibly precious with this man I love.
The snow forecasted for today has started to fall. Our van is in the shop, getting its embarrassingly squeaky brakes fixed. I actually have gotten wide-eyed looks from people as I pull into a parking spot and come to a stop. They look like they would like to throw something at me for the pain I’ve caused their ears. I pretend like I didn’t hear anything. Squeak? What squeak? Last month our friend did some body work on it. I am embarrassed to say, but I backed into a boat trailer one September afternoon. Thankfully, the trailer suffered only a broken tail light. Oceanus was worse for the wear. On top of that, I could barely get gas in the tank because there was a small metal flap that had broken off and was hanging in such a way so the pump nozzle would get stuck. So, one night Matthew was trying to fix it. He had a pencil in his hand to hold up one side of the piece, while he tried to bend it with some pliers. It was dark. He was holding three things with two hands. It happened. He walked in the door and I said, “You did not.” He did. The pencil dropped into the gas tank. It was actually kind of funny. Even more funny was explaining it to our friend. He actually was able to fish it out for us. Now we have a pencil-free and dent-free van. Oh, and hopefully a squeak-free one soon as well.
There is much to be thankful for today and always. Happy Thanksgiving!
A week ago I wrote this, before being interrupted for another week:
Right now one boy is blaring classical piano music throughout the house. Two kids are playing a board game, and the other two are building with blocks and dancing at intervals. I snuck out to the front porch, literally hiding a brownie in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Just five minutes of peace would be super. It’s been a long afternoon of school, apple-sauce-making, supper-cooking, and I’m not even cleaned up yet. Time for tea and an undisclosed chocolatey snack.
It sounds all too-familiar, like I was about to type the same words now… as I lick the melted chocolate off my spoon and swallow the last sip of afternoon tea. The kids are all in their rooms practicing how to be quiet. I had a long but beautiful day being a doula yesterday, arriving home close to 2AM. Needless to say, I was pretty exhausted. The last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was: I hope I get breakfast in bed. My super amazing daughter must have known (you see, when you pray, the Holy Spirit is listening, and can communicate that need to someone else who is listening to Him). Her sweet self prepared this breakfast for me, and we enjoyed a lovely morning in our PJ’s.
By lunch-time, however, my lack of sleep started to kick in. I started making scrambled eggs and dropped one on the ground. I snapped at the children I loved so much. Then, I stopped and apologized for my grumpy attitude. Everyone suggested maybe I needed a nap. Then Nadine smoothed the air even further with her honest comment, “You know, Mom? Your hair looks CRAZY today!” I burst out laughing. It still looks crazy, by the way.
Today she told me she wanted to “talk” before we fell asleep. Thus began our conversation: “I have a question.”
“Yes, Betty? What’s your question?”
“When will I be six?”
“After you’re five.”
“Will I always be six?”
“The whole time you’re six, yes.” We then proceeded to practice counting up to six on our fingers. She is dead set on being six.
She says some pretty hilarious things these days. The other night she lamented in a very sorrowful voice, “Everybody makes me so sad.” When I asked her what would make her happy, she replied, “If you make chicken.” She asked me this out-of-the-blue question the other day: “Mom, can I put this rock in my pocket?”
“Um, sure,” I replied, puzzled.
“Just in case I need it for something.” Good to know she’s prepared.
When I asked her if she wanted apple sauce or yogurt for a snack she answered, “Hmmmmmmmm. I think my body wants yogurt.”
Last weekend, Matthew surprised me with one of my favorite date days ever. We were given tickets to Chester County Day, and drove all around the area touring historical homes, barns, and grounds. It was so beautiful, inspiring and refreshing.
I’ve been slightly obsessed with Instagram the past two weeks. The photos aren’t a false impression of my life, so much as they are a bit of an incomplete picture of it. You might see a shot of apple crisp, but in the background you can’t see the piles of dishes I just washed or have to still wash. You might see us reading books on the front porch, but you can’t see the dirt on the ground, or feel the mosquitoes trying to bite us. You might see the photo of a budding piano-player, but only we can hear the same three songs being played hundreds of times on the keyboard. You see the flower, but not the weeds.
This week’s favorite photos are as follows:
Jack’s ongoing collection of shiny things. A healed bone in Nadine’s big toe. Rock-climbing date with my Elsie Rose. Nadine’s 12th birthday, complete with crepe cake. Love and Daddy. The baby-waiting game. Beautiful clouds that make me wish I was a bird.
The boys just dug out some old CD’s, and we’re rocking out to the Kry, one of my favorite 90’s music memories. The girls are “secretly” rearranging their room (even though I could hear the furniture scooting all around their room from where I lay in bed while attempting to nap). My hair is still crazy. My heart is full.
Our three youngest children have been missing their oldest siblings something fierce. Nadine & Elijah are both at different camps and we haven’t seen them in almost a week. Before this, everyone was involved in day-camp and Vacation Bible School. It was a crazy week, full to the brim of excitement, while at the same time draining to my energy levels and gas tank. It was worth every second, though, especially because of what happened.
Elsie was attending kiddie camp and had come home with some homework. We sat on the front porch together and got into a discussion about being born again. She asked the same question Nicodemus asked Jesus in John chapter 3: “How can I be born again?” She understood it in a new way and wanted to be saved from her sin. It was her decision, and she prayed on her own to receive Jesus. That night the angels had a party.
The following week, the three oldest kids had their day camp at the same location. On Wednesday morning at breakfast, Jack said to me, “Mom, I have something to tell you.” I asked him what it was, and he said, “Yesterday at camp I became a Christian.” He grinned. It was just like Jack, to process it himself for an entire day before telling us. And the angels had a party on Tuesday.
That night, we were having family devotions. Nadine said, “Today at camp I became a Christian.” Elijah kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Again?” She replied, “No, I don’t think I was a Christian before. And I don’t remember becoming a Christian.” I reassured her what a wonderful decision that was. Sometimes it’s hard to know for sure if you believe because your parents do, or because you do. Now she knows it’s her own, personal decision. And the angels partied on Wednesday.
Thursday was the last day they were going to day-camp. Elijah was in a stormy mood and everything and everyone was wrong. I picked them up from camp that afternoon and the storm continued. Eventually I had to send him to his room because the cloudiness and moodiness was getting out of hand. When it was time to sit down for supper, he came downstairs. He wanted to talk to me in the living room. We sat on the couch and with tears rolling out of his eyes he told me, “Mom, I just became a Christian in my room.” I could hear the party going on in Heaven on Thursday.
Now we pray for sweet Betty to come to know Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior. She has four little evangelists and their parents aching for her heart to be captured by His love.
What a week. Revival has hit the Weldons. When the big kids come home from camp, we are going to follow Heaven’s lead and have a big party!
“Look to Me, and be saved, All you ends of the earth! For I am God, and there is no other.” -Isaiah 45:22
So they said, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your household.” -Acts 16:31