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Ten years!!



Christian turned 10 last tuesday - - it is a big milestone, a decade! Hard to believe my firstborn, my baby is becoming a young man. It was also our first birthday without our Daddy here... so bittersweet

We celebrated by going to Medieval Times on Sunday, per Christian's request. My brother, Elijah, flew down for a weekend suprise and he got to come with us as well. First time for all of us - - the kids LOVED it!! It ended up being a fun night, full of laughter and cheering, a great distraction from the daily grind. A little escape from the sadness.

I look at Christian, a gangly, growing boy -- full of laughter, thoughts, so many questions, so much pain - - he has taken such a burden onto his shoulders with his dad being gone. I pray for him, that he can just enjoy being a little boy and not attempt to shoulder responsibilities that are not his to carry.


My prayer, of blessing and hope and truth, for each of my children, but especially for Christian as we get to celebrate another year with him:

Eph 1:15-19b "For this reason I too, having heard of the faith in the Lord Jesus which exists among you and your love for all the saints, 16 do not cease giving thanks for you, while making mention of you in my prayers; 17 that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you a spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of Him. 18 I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, 19 and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe.."

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