I feel compelled to share with the world how grateful I am for all of the blessings in my life. I have never know such tragedy and, although I am constantly fearful of the loss of a beloved, so far I have lived what some (including myself) would call a "charmed" life. I know that things won't always be this way. The Negative Nancy inside of me is fully aware that one day, tragedy will strike. (Nancy also seems to take for granted on a daily basis so many of those beautiful blessings. Bad Nancy!) From my current perspective – which is, essentially, "easy for me to say" – I believe that I can trust in the Lord to see me through whatever life throws at me. As our speaker reminded us, He will NOT forsake us, and we should never forsake Him.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." (Proverbs 3:5)
There's a whole lot more on my heart about this topic, but that's all I think I can say in words at this time. I'll keep praying about it...
In other news, I taught Owen about "knuckles" today. Here's a cute video of our lesson:
When I picked him up from the nursery this morning, the woman who's in charge (I always forget her name, even though it's been told to me no less than three different times) was impressed that he knew some sign language (no doubt it was "more," displayed at snack time, little glutton!) and that he was saying so many new words. Here are the latest:
- "ha" - i.e., "hat"
- "abba" - i.e., "apple"
- "too, too" - i.e., "choo, choo" (when playing with his toy train, naturally)
- "ssss" - i.e., "shhh" (with finger pressing on the tip of his nose)
- "wow, wow" - i.e., "Yo Gabba Gabba," his favorite show! (This one's been in his repertoire for a while now and I have no idea how he gets "wow, wow" from it, but whatever.)
- And recently, after his Daddy sneezed during a car ride, Owen repeated, "oh choo!" Guess I need to teach him "bless you" now.