Tornado of birthdays... part one

My boy is 8... time is going by way too fast.

I adore this little boy.

Adore.

I love the freckles on his nose.  The way his hair never looks combed.  His enduring interest for space and Star Wars.  His picky ways with food and even some of the other quirks his tends to display... he's unique, lovable and smart.  I pray he'll want to know the LORD personally one day.  I pray he'll choose to be kind with others.  Because doesn't it often come down to a simple choice? I pray that he'll pursue excellence, education and intelligence but never forget the most important thing is the way in which we treat one another.  I pray that his words are gracious and seasoned with salt...  loving, kind... that he might choose the path less traveled by.

I know he won't be perfect... I pray my boy will honor God in disappointment and in failure.  I pray he will trust God when his world just doesn't add up... might he have faith and be faithful.  I pray he'll honor the Lord in his actions, in his words and in his work.  He's a good boy... I thank God for him.

 Darth Vader and the birthday boy...