Unexpected worship experiences today... at home with my sons.

I had one of the greatest worship services today at home with my sons.  

It was due some to an unexpected breakdown of our car this morning.  Amy left at 5:30 this morning to head to her clinical at Yale and came back promptly 10mins later.  Our car broke down so she had to take the van.  I was able to get the girls a ride to church this morning with a dear friend, but there was not enough room for all of us.  So I stayed home and did some reading and praying while the boys played.  As I've been here this morning I've felt discouraged.  I still haven't gone out to assess exactly what's caused the power steering failure - or what caused some unknown part to fall off from underneath the car.  I've felt like there's been one obstacle after another in trying to get all of our family to Haiti this summer.  We had a plan a few months ago... it should have been seamless... but so far there have been several cracks in the plan.  

I am confident God is in control and I am confident in His leadership and guidance for me and for my family... but these last few weeks have been difficult.  

However, today - a bit half-heartedly viewed a short film called The Butterfly Circus.  Truthfully, I was stalling a little because I'm fearful of what kind of problem (and further financial burden) the car repair will have on our family.  So, while sitting here with my boys on my lap I watched the film with them.

You need to watch it too... 

I'm now headed out to check on my car - with a renewed perspective. 

Bless you today

Fat Lip

I was scolding Ashebir for something he did... and he required a bath.  I was trying hard to be patient and was exhibiting it on the outside for Ash's sake but internally I was mad.  Then, when I was drying off Ashebir he said, "Daddy wassat?"... as he pointed in my mouth... I was really puzzled and thought it was a subconcious means of diverting my frustration with him... I was short with him and said, "I don't have anything in my mouth."  "He said, no...wassat?"
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When I was in second grade, I was ice skating on a basketball court turned outdoor neighborhood ice rink.  They were a brand new pair of skates and I got a little too sure of my self - as I sometimes still do today - and as a result of showing off, I slipped and fell.  I fell hard.  In the fall, I smacked my chin on the ice, resulting in my two front teeth biting through my lower lip.  With blood dripping down my face and coat, I walked to a nearby friends house who called my parents, who then took me for an ER visit.  I left with four or five stiches in my mouth above and below my lower lip.
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Ashebir wasn't asking about anything inside my mouth.  He was pointing to the scars that he saw.
Wounds create scars.  Some you see, others you don't.

I needed his reminder today.