Another road trip

My cousin Jimmy passed away on Sunday.

Jimmy was my first cousin. The 2nd son of my dad's sister. One of those people that you literally knew all your life.

He'd been sick for quite a few years. They found out he was diabetic when they were expecting their first son, who is now 21 or 22. About 7 years ago, Jimmy had a kidney transplant. As with most transplants, it wasn't totally successful, but gave him a few more years with his family.

I sat with him and his wife, Teri, at the wedding July 15. We shared stories of our trips to DC, and I really enjoyed just visiting with him. He looked good, and seemed to be feeling well.

An infection later, he slipped into a coma. While in the coma, he had several strokes, which rendered massive brain damage and heart damage. He never regained consciousness, and passed away on Sunday.

So I'm driving back to St. Louis on Wednesday to say goodbye.

This has been a summer.

Dear God, I don't know Jimmy's eternal destination. You do. I hope he's there with you. Give me words of comfort for Teri, Matt, and Drew, and all of the rest of the family during this time. If Jimmy's up there, tell him to say hi to Dad for me.

Amen.

Okay. I get it. I'm old.

Only 4 years since I last went to King's Island, that magnificent roller coaster park about 15 minutes from my house. I wouldn't have gone this year, except Ashley gave me a couple free tickets, and I actually had been wanting to go, but couldn't bring myself to part with $40 or so.

So I picked up Proudfit at 930 and we made our way to the park. He had to be back by 3 to get ready for work, but with an overcast day at the end of summer, we didn't anticipate too heavy of a crowd. Sure enough, the lines weren't too bad. We decided to ride the Italian Job Stunt Track first, as neither of us had been there since it opened. Pretty cool setup. Three mini-coopers in a train, with 4 in each car. You launch out quick and do a corkscrew and a couple drops. Then it stalls out and a helicopter "shoots" at you and something blows up in front of you. Then you dive into darkness (I guess like the subway scene) and come roaring out of a billboard into a spray of water. It was a lot of fun, only over too quick.
We took to the Vortex next, and rode in the first car. Same classic ride as always. Ashley had said to recheck out Flight of Fear, which entered my banned list a few years ago when it shook the tar out of my neck. They had changed it up. So we did. And she was right, it wasn't as bad as I remember it. Next we went on the racer. First car. We barely could fit in the car. And it hurt. My arms kept banging down on the safety bar. And my hips got bruised from being wedged in too tight. By now, I was beginning to regret spending my day off at KI. But we went on to ride Top Gun. First car again, and a smooth ride. I timed it. 47 seconds once you reach the top of the hill until you stop. Not exactly a record-breaker.
We decided to eat, so we went to Skyline. Not sure about the choice, but it was one of the more economical places. I had mentioned Tomb Raider, since I'd never rode it. Matt said it was fun, so we went over there. Tomb Raider is really hard to explain, but I'll try. You're in stadium seating, on a platform, strapped in. This is a good thing. because you start moving all around and flipping upside down, and literally hanging upside down for a good 10-15 seconds, putting way too much pressure on your neck and face. Ack! After this, both Matt and I were ready to go. In pain, tired of walking around in a misty mess, seeing people with way too many tatoos in way too many places that shouldn't be seen in public.
All in all, a good day at KI, but I'm still a little sore. And I have a slight tummy ache. Probably from Skyline.

We saw our baby yesterday. She has grown oh so much! The doctor said she was up to 4 pounds and 5 ounces! She said she was in the 65th percentile, so a little above average when it came for babies. She's still projecting out to October 8th, so hopefully things continue to go well for both mom and baby girl.

We had baby class last night. I must say that I wasn't that thrilled with our class. We have the save-a-baby class on Saturday and breastfeeding/baby care basics on Monday night. Then 4 more weeks of baby class (Lamaze) on Thursdays. Maybe I'm just getting really anxious.

Night club tonight. Domino city! Got to get our food ready to take. I'm gonna make a red beans and rice concoction.
Later!
TJ

Seeing Her

Headed out in a few for another appointment...another sonogram. I never get tired of seeing her on the screen. I'm just getting anxious to see her in person and hold her in my arms...

Steak day today, then Cards vs. Reds, part IV. Cards took the first one, only to have the Reds rally back and take the next two. Can we break even? Do I feel guilty taking a free ticket from the Reds to root for the Cards? Maybe a little...

Baby class number 2 tonight. I missed last week due to SMASH, so I'll have some catching up to do. Saturday is another baby class, and Monday another.

Tomorrow--King's Island! I haven't been in 4 years, and wouldn't be going this year except Ashley gave me 2 free passes! I asked Proudfit, as he's headed back to school next week, and I'd like to spend a little more time with him. He's one of the first youth I ever rode rides with out there, and I'm really excited. I wish Kim could go, but it wouldn't be much fun for her not being able to ride any rides.

Well, she's just about ready to go. I've been sleeping hard this week, for short amounts of time, then nearly crashing in the afternoon.

Can't wait to see my baby. Prayers for continued good development are appreciated!

TJ

Anniversaries

Today is the anniversary of the day my life changed forever. It's hard to believe 7 years have passed since the lovely Kim Wyatt became my wife. We have such a role reversal from most couples, in that I'm the sappy nostalgic one, and she's not.

Every year, I try and make her watch the video of our wedding on our anniversary, and she tries to get out of it. I guess because it's so long, and she's right, it is a long wedding.

Things are just so different now. Our baby girl on the way. Dad gone home to Jesus. And oh yeah, my ordination service was last night. Wow. It was so emotional and draining. Most ministers are ordained at their home churches before they start their official ministry. I've been doing ministry here for 6 and a half years. I had 6 and a half years worth of people who have influenced me, whisper prayers over me, give me strong verses of encouragement, and shed tears of joy for the occasion. I was a blubbering mess. It came out that eventually, we're going to leave them, and I think they understood. Not tomorrow, but eventually. All things change...go through transitions. God didn't want us to stay the same. He loves us just the way we are, He just refuses to leave us that way. He wants us to change, to grow, to seek out all of the things He's doing.

But going back to the first part...today is a wonderful day. Our parents left a little while ago, headed back to Arkansas. We probably won't see them until the baby comes now, as Kim can't travel anymore. Only about 9 weeks more to go until our little baby girl makes her presence known. The church had Kim's shower on Saturday. I heard from so many people that it was the largest shower they'd ever attended. It took my truck, Kim's aunt's SUV, and the trunk of another car to get all the stuff home. I seriously don't know what we're going to do with everything! And 98% of everything is pink! I love it! My mother did better this time, emotionally. Prayerfully, each time I'm around her, things do get a little easier. Because Kim's aunt was here, if we went anywhere we had to take 2 cars, and mom rode with me most of the time. This gave us a good chance to talk.
Well, I guess I'd better go get a shower...then wake up my bride on the 7th anniversary of the day we said "I will" 3 times.
Hey, now I can marry people. Alright! I'll have to look into that!

Asking for directions

Watch out!

The New Busch. On a day with a heat index of 104, and a 7 month pregnant wife.

Man, does she love me.

TJ

I feel like Summer I is over and we're about to start Summer II

Well, where do I start?
My dad died while I was at Centri-Kid in KY. I had talked to him the night before. I told him I loved him. He told me he loved me and was proud of me.
And even though I'm a church guy, and know where my dad is. It still hurts. Little things set me off into a sniffling mess. Like today, I just walked by the wheelchair we borrowed from the church when we went to DC. I put my hands on it and pretended I was pushing Dad all over DC again. The last vacation he ever took. And all he cared about the whole time was how Kim was doing with the baby.

My dad was the single greatest influence in my life. And now he's gone. Not forgotten, but gone.

And on top of that whirlwind trip to Arkansas, when everything was still shocking, what with my family all there, and Mom to be comforted, it's only really starting to sink in that he's gone. I mean, I know when we walk in to that house, he's not there, but the idea that I'll never hear his voice, or see his smile, or hear him sneeze 10 times and scream it out...or never to tease him about eating chocolate or have him squeeze me in one of those long embraces where we don't want to let each other go....that hurts. It hurts so bad. I can't describe it.

And yet, God.

Oh, my sweet Lord. I need thee ev'ry hour.

I thought I could get through this post. I guess I was wrong.
I'll try again soon, maybe.

My favorite picture in the world...

Victory!

I've never felt this way before.

I'm sad, yet I'm happy.
I'm sorrowful, yet I'm joyful.
I am in anguish, yet I am comforted.


At some point last night while he slept, my daddy closed his eyes here and opened them in heaven.

And while my heart is broken, and my spirit is weak, I am comforted that he knew Jesus, and lived his life for Him, so he will never stop living.

The next few days, weeks, months, even years will be tough.

Yet God is still in control, working His master plan for all of us for His good and His glory.
Dad just entered God's eternal home, and I'll miss him. Oh I will miss that old white haired man who told silly jokes and loved children and the St. Louis Cardinals.
And I know I'll post more about him in the next few posts, but for now.

Mourn and rejoice! He is not here! He is risen! His spirit lives on in our hearts.

I love you all.
Please remember our family in this time.

TJ

Don't have much time, but wanted to shout it out

It's 11:22 and it's been a long day. Jim's snoring in the bed behind me, so I'm typing as quietly as I can.

2 salvations tonight...Griffin and Trey. That's right. Trey.

Griffin was first. Today's theme was "Choose Jesus," and they hammered it home all day. They heard it in Quiet time, "I can't Wait!," Bible Study, REC, Track Time, and Worship. And I topped it off presenting the ABC's in Church group time. I stressed that any kid that wanted to talk about becoming a Christian, I wanted them to talk to an adult. Griffin said as we walked out the door that "he wanted to talk more when we got back to the condo." I assumed he meant the dorm, but we only went a few feet out the door, when he told me that he wanted to be baptized. This is the kid that was crying because he didn't want to leave his dad yesterday when we left! And about 30 hours later, he was wanting to start a relationship with Jesus. We stopped right there and went over the ABC's with a hybrid Roman road. He said he understood, so I led him in the sinner's prayer! Another party in heaven! Woo hoo!
We called his mom on the spot to let her know what we had talked about! It was great!
And my arm is covered in sharpie...I digress. More about that one tomorrow.

After the party time, there was some free time and Trey got into it with Pam because she wouldn't allow him to spend any more of his money. I backed her up, and he stormed off, doing his sullen walk. I let him know that if that's the way he wanted to act, he needed to go back to his room. He ran into new Terry on the way, had the same talk I had had, and Terry told him to go to his room, as well. After a long talk with Kim re: my dad, and some boys throwing rocks and sand at our girls, I made it back to the dorm to find Trey and Griffin and 2 staffers playing a game out front. Trey wouldn't even look at me. I asked him if he was still mad. He said he was, so I made him head on up to his room, where he slammed the door. I waited a few minutes, and went in to talk to him. The conversation was about our anger and healthy ways to control it. But then it morphed into talk about his grandma who passed away earlier this year, the one who brought him to church, and his mom who is in jail. We talked about what it meant to be a Christian, and I asked if he thought he was one. I asked if he wanted to be, and then we talked about his grandma in heaven. After some more conversation, I told him how easy it was to become a Christian. He agreed and prayed the Sinner's Prayer, and now he's living, and he's never going to stop! Woo hoo, double time!

As I said, it's late, and I need to finish getting ready for bed. 6:30 comes early!
Feel free to comment as anonymous, if you want!
Good night from G'town!
TJ

Did you know if you push the shift key five times in a row, it activates "sticky keys"?

I found that out the other day. My computer lets out this funny little noise, and sends me a popup. I don't know what "sticky keys" are, but it sounds delicious.

Reflections since June 1:
Going to have a baby girl. Daddy's little girl. Will have to pay for a wedding one day (hopefully). Will have to buy prom dresses and such. Will be subjected to soccer?!? Never. Just kidding. Will have to buy a shotgun. Not kidding. Any boys out there think I'm joking, just come on by.
She'll be my angel. I hope she looks just like her mommy, 'cause if she looks like me, that'd be one funny looking girl, what with the balding and all.

Friday, Nerdawg got a crew together and we cleaned out the Billie. Way overdue! We took all the seats out. Then we cleaned all the windows inside. Then we picked up as much trash as we could. Then Chuck brought his leaf blower up and we blew all the dirt and stuff we couldn't pick up out the back. Then Nerdawg mopped it. Then we took the hose and washed it out. Then I drove it really fast so the water would go out. Then we washed the outside top to bottom. Props to Nerdawg, Justin and Jenn Eaton, and Melissa for coming to do this!

Student Sunday! Where do I begin? EVERYONE was there on time (save 2 brothers who shall remain nameless...cough...wesleybradleybarnette...or maybe not). I walked around to all the classes and peeked in. Everyone's classes went incredibly well! All the adults were raving about the students preparation and guiding of the lessons! And if that was the only thing awesome about the day, that would be enough.
But wait, there's more!
Worship service kicked off with Dallas playing the prelude. As soon as her accompaniment track started, I knew it would be a monumental day in the history of worship at Mt. Carmel. She nailed it on her viola or violin or whatever it is she plays! Walley had the invocation, and then the Youth Choir rocked us with the call to worship. After a brief mixup on my part, we had Graduate Recognition. 8 of the 13 graduates were there. I was pleased to present them with their copies of The Message. Mike B was reading his almost the whole service.
After that, the youth band led basket auction, but I checked in from time to time and Lance was on fire in his sermon!
I was worried after such an incredible service, we wouldn't have a good attendance at the auction, but was I ever wrong!
We had just the right amount of food for the snack luncheon, and we had 25 baskets to auction off! The highest one (which included a week in Florida at one of our ladies' place) went for $400! A record for Basket Auction!
Overall, we raised over $2100 on the baskets, which translated to $60 per kid! The guys and girls did a great job cleaning up and all.
Several students are paid for for Fuge now. Several still owe some. If they worked all three fundraisers, they only owe like $13 for Fuge. At $325 for camp, only having to pay $63 is pretty awesome if you ask me.
Our church has always supported our youth, and this year has been no exception. It's a blessing to be a part of a family that values its young people!

Now it's off to Centri-Kid for the week. I love Georgetown. They treat the adults like kings! And the kids have a great time! I'll try and post some updates this week at camp. I'm taking the church's laptop to try and keep current.

Have a great week!
TJ

Moment of Truth

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And I love her. And I don't even know her, yet. But I love her more than anything.

Butterbean or Butterbette?

I can't claim that one. Someone else said it. I don't know who, off the top of my head, but thanks to whoever it was.

Tomorrow's the big day. XX or XY? Blue (ash) or Pink? Baseball or softball (but never soccer;)! Kim's feeling somewhat better. She went to our family dr. yesterday and paid him $20 to tell her she still has the same stupid virus and it has to run its course. She goes back to the family dr today to get a form filled out for working this summer. And then to the OB tomorrow. Can you say, lab coat oversaturation? We've had a couple peaceful nights lately where she starts feeling the baby flutter around inside her. A few more weeks and I'll be able to feel the soft kicks and moves as well. 21.5 weeks in and I'm really starting to get excited. We've passed the halfway point and it's all downhill from here.

I started the latest Donald Miller book about growing up without a father. I can't relate to everything he talks about, having grown up with a great dad. But it forces me to really see what it might be like to not have one.
My plecostamus (sp.) just made a huge splash in my tank. He's a monster now. Phil's tank pump died, so he gave me his 4 fish, so my school's back up to 8 again. And now I have 2 sucker fish! So if you're keeping score at home:
1 White Skirt Tetra (wimpy fish)
1 Black Skirt Tetra (he and the whitey ate his counterpart a couple weeks ago--he's huge!)
1 Headlight/Taillight Tetra (had since January 05!)
1 Monster Plecostamus
and from Phil's tank
2 Black/Gold Mollies (2nd generation--he actually had them since birth!)
1 Zebra Danio (patroller of the tank--picked up where my suicidal rainbow shark used to lord)
1 Plecostamus (a ways to go to equal the monster's size)

What a random post. And for that matter, a random day.
First Mall supper tonight...a 3rd year tradition that hopefully keeps going strong!

Speed bumps

Why do they put speed bumps in the most inappropriate places? I mean, surely they know that I need to zip through that parking lot as fast as I possibly can, right?

I think God knows we move constantly at breakneck speed. Every now and then, He throws a few speed bumps in our path to reel us in and help us to focus on what's important...His glory.

Take for instance this week. Being gone over the weekend, I got behind, and sitting with the boys has abbreviated all of my days this week. But I have finished everything I needed to. And I've avoided all the little sidetraps that often compete for my attention. About the only regret about this week so far has been my having to miss my morning Bible Study that I am so enjoying.
I finished another book. World record reader pace for the ADD poster child I am. I highly reccommend Blue Like Jazz and Searching for God Know's What, both by Donald Miller. I wonder if he's kin to Craig? Arkansas shout out!
Alan suggested reading these in his ever so subtle (I think you should read these!) way, and I thank him for his endorsement. I value his friendship more and more everyday, as I do with all of my friends.
The longer I do what I do, I'm convinced that relationships are the key to fulfilling Christ's goals for His church. God wired us to be relational. We were meant to be in groups, interacting with one another. The major theme I've been convicted of lately is the theme of disconnect. And explaining what I mean by that word is more difficult than I wish it was. I just sense this world moving towards a total disconnect with one another. A looking out for number one mentality, so that we don't give a flying flip about our neighbor. And this is completely contrary to Jesus' commands: "Love the Lord" and "Love your neighbor."
Wouldn't the world be a better place if you told someone you would pray for them and actually did it? I'm so guilty of that one. I have good intentions. But given a rock and good intentions, see which one breaks the window. I wish people would just do a better job of listening to people. Connect with their hearts. Talk about stuff that matters, not petty drivel or meaningless chatter designed to feign interest.
Wow. I'm a nutter budder.
And I'm late. So much for that speed bump.

Mpacting

I call our Wednesday night crowd time MPact. I know it's a ripoff of everybody else's, but I always have liked the seriousness of the word. My prayer has always been that this world will be impacted by what takes place here at Mt. Carmel.

Last night, it was. For the first time in a long time, we felt like a Student Ministry, and not just a Student Group. There was the opening volleyball game. Lots and lots of laughter. Unusual for this time of year. But refreshing.
Then there was our Crowdbreaker. I admit I borrowed it from Group Magazine. I had them design their own icons on an index card, like on a computer screen. Then on the back I had them write what happens when you right click on their icon. "Opens With": What gets you going? "Scan" What's the first thing people notice about you at first? "Create Shortcut" What one word describes you best? "Rename" If you could change your name or location, what or where would it be? Why? "Copy" Who is your idol or role model? Why? "Properties" Write 3 things about your past or family heritage that have helped shape who you are.
They grumbled and fussed. They hate doing work, but it turned out great. We shared our icons and what they meant, then we shared our "Create Shortcut" answers. Over the next few weeks, we'll share all our "Right Clicks."

Then the Junior High went to their class, and Senior High stayed with me. I explained that we were trying something different. I introduced the topic, about how we are not of this world. How this world is only temporary, and how we need to keep our eyes focused on the future glory Christ has prepared for us. After this, we watched a film clip from the movie, Aeon Flux, then we began a discussion. We read passages from I John and I Peter. The discussion was incredible. I heard kids say the most mature things to come out of their mouths in months. Even after the lesson, I had a student come and call me out on something I said, and he was 100% correct. I flippantly responded to something someone had said, and it was rude. I apologized and was forgiven. Maturity is showing up.
At least it did last night. The constant battle to keep my cynicism from overtaking my faith is a struggle, but nights like last night reinforce how Christ works, whether I allow Him to or not.

Feeling better about the next 2 weekends. Still lots to do and take care of, but shouldn't be a problem.
Kim's well. We heard the Butterbean again. Well, the doctor heard the Butterbean, and said he/she sounded great. We didn't actually make it out, but I trust the doctor. This is the third of 5 doctors that might deliver our baby. I liked her. Kim liked her, too, but she still likes Doc #2 better. I could care less. I just want my wife healthy and happy, and our baby healthy and happy too.
Woot! 8 weeks til Fuge. 23 weeks 'til Butterbean!
And oh yeah, as long as the Bean is cooperative, we'll find out boy vs. girl on June 1. Woo hoo!
Better actually get some work done! Today is Steak Day/Pay Day! Double Woot!

Friday, I'm in Love!

Went fishing yesterday afternoon and this morning. Total fish count: 2. Very small bluegill. But I got to get outside for awhile.

Geocaching is a sport I love, but only with other people. Fishing is a sport I love, but mostly by myself. Both involve spending time in parks. Both need good weather. But there's an intrinsic difference in the goal.

Going to the Reds' game tonight. Woo hoo! Beat them 'Stros!

A Quick note

I've been reading lately.

I used to read a lot in high school, but in college I got away from it when my social life picked up. But soon to be an official dad, I've been perousing lots and lots of books. I've always been a magazine sort of guy, but lately I've gravitated towards books.
I guess I just need to be ready.

Why do Easter Bunnies hide eggs, anyway?

T minus 5 days and counting until my favorite holiday of the year...Easter.

I never realized how much Easter meant to me until I was in high school, and had to work on Easter Sunday. I missed out on the big crowd at church. You know, when everybody you haven't seen since Christmas shows up. I missed out on the fun Easter songs that you sing only on Easter Sunday, like "Up From the Grave He Arose!" and "He Lives!" and many many others. Growing up in a small country church gave me perspective on the whole Easter Sunday thing.
When I was 7, we got a new pastor, Bro. James Wells. On the Sunday night before Easter, he came to talk to our Training Union class. Training Union is apparently now an archaic dinosaur that was really the predecessor to "Small Groups." We met each Sunday night at 6 for Training Union, just like we met for Sunday School at 10 in the morning. We studied in depth particular topics, even when I was 7. Needless to say, we never had as many kids for Training Union as we had for Sunday School. I think there may have been 5 or 6 of us. Bro. Jim talked to us about Jesus, and how He came to die for all of us kids so that we could be in heaven one day. He talked about trusting Jesus with our lives, our hearts, every thing we had.
After Training Union and the PM service, as we were walking out, shaking the preacher's hand, I just remember going to him and saying that I wanted to become a Christian. I wanted Jesus to live in my heart. He took me back in to the steps where we knelt, and he quoted some Scripture passages from Romans to me. I especially remember Romans 10:13--"For whosoever shall call upon the Name of the Lord shall be saved."
I called that night.
And I was saved.
He explained to me what to do next. On the following Sunday, when he gave the "invitation" I needed to walk down that aisle and let the church know that I had been saved. At 7, I had little to no fear whatsoever, and did just that. On Easter Sunday, 1982, I walked the aisle and let my church know what Jesus had done for me.
Being a small country church, we didn't have a baptistry. When people got saved at New Antioch, we usually called up Brookland Baptist to see if we could have a joint evening service with them. I guess we called them and got it set up because the following Sunday night, we journeyed the 2 or 3 miles down the road to join up for a baptism service, where me, Dale Burleson, 12, Matt Mink, 9, and Michael Willey, 9, were baptized.

Dale's family wasn't the most stable. He had a hard time throughout school, and never really much came to church after that. I never really knew him, but I know Matt really looked up to him. Dale was killed in a car crash either when he was about to graduate high school, or just thereafter.
Michael became addicted to drugs while in middle school. He lived with his grandparents, and they sent him away to a rehab center/boarding school. He visited occasionally over the next few years, but we really lost contact. I heard he's living in Virginia or somewhere and doing well with a family of his own.
Matt grew on up at New Antioch with me. He was at church every Sunday, just like me, but he was there because his family made him come. After graduation, he came less and less frequently, and eventually married a girl from Jonesboro. I think they're living in Little Rock now and doing well, attending a church there.

But I do love Easter. I can't remember the exact reasons why I gave my life to Christ 24 years ago. Who knows what goes through a 7 year old's mind? I like to think it has to do with the Easter story.
The greatest story ever told.
We should all tell this story.
Over and over again.

Tell me the story of Jesus. Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious. Sweetest that ever was heard.

Dude. I got a Dell. And a heartbeat.

When I walked into my office after vacation, I noticed things were awry. The first clue was the big Dell box in my floor, then I noticed a new flat panel monitor. Then I noticed a new black Dell E310 Dimension on top of my old 'puter. Yippee! After 6 years, with a couple of updates, I finally got a new computer! Dangit! After 6 years, I had a TON of stuff on my old 'puter, including stuff I needed for Sunday. Oh well, easily remedied. Just time consuming. I rehooked my old puter up today and copied it all to the server, but I can't seem to get to the right drive from my new computer. I'll figure it out. Or I'll just make Phil do it.

We had the big "It's time to hear the heartbeat!" appointment for the bean yesterday. By all accounts of these pregnancy sites, the bean should be about 3.5 inches long by now. So not so much a bean anymore, but anyways. Dr. Roberts came in. Immediately, we liked her. She made some small talk, Kim asked her questions, and then out came the little fetal doppler thingy onto the belly. After a few moves around, Dr. Roberts says, "You've got quite a little mover! Listen to that good strong heartbeat!" And it was there. Ka-thump-a-thump-a-thump-a- thump. And I smiled.
And Kim smiled.
And Kim would laugh, and make the thing go, "WOOOOOOOO" and nearly deafen us.
And it was real.

Sunday we sang "The Heart of Worship" and it meant something to me like never before. When we first saw Butterbean, there was a little light flickering. That was the baby's heart. We were actually looking into our child's heart. In "The Heart of Worship," there's a line that goes, "You're looking into my heart."
That's what God does. He looks into our hearts. Physically, we were looking into Butterbean's heart, and marvelling. God looks into our hearts and knows what we feel. Our fears, our sins, our strengths, our passions.
This having a baby thing is very spiritual. I guess I wasn't as prepared for that as much as I thought I would be.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Amen.

Short but sweet

This will precede a much longer post, one I will write when I get a little more caught up after the breakest of springs.

The trip was fine. Dad's old. Mom's older than I thought. Kim's pregnant. So all of these conspired against seeing everything I would have liked to. But that was okay.

Aside from a slight scare from Kim heading home, the trip was absent of malcontent. Mom and I generally got a long better than I thought we would.

They left this morning to head back to Arkansas. When they leave, or we leave from a visit, it gets harder and harder every time to say goodbye.

I'll post some pics when I have some time. This week is going to be a killer.
TJ