AWANA Program

Last Wednesday night I took the kids to a local AWANA Program. They did not know what AWANA was about, but with the enthusiasm of kids they were excited about it. If dad likes it, they like it. That’s the way it should be. That’s the way I want to be. If my Father likes it then I want to like it.

We went. They liked it.

And God was not unprepared. He had friends there that they knew and others they quickly bonded with. They also got their “Entrance Test” booklets and Tristen, per usual, quickly devoured it. Haydn was a little slower, but not lacking in enthusiasm and determination to learn his material.

The last thing he asked last night was, “Can I do my verse again.” He has never showed so much desire to memorize the bible. Glory!

I decided this would be God’s good pleasure for them to enroll in the AWANA Program. I emailed the Director yesterday and all is ready to go. Tonight they’ll go, hopefully pass their test and get their vests. They are totally stoked.

Ansa will not be able to enroll until August. We take her and she participates in her kind of way. Her time will come.

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Surprised By God!

Tristen was sitting at the kitchen bar tonight thinking about how we are continuously blessed by our friends. That would be an accurate statement. And she said, It seems like every day we get surprises.

It was cool. I’m glad she knows this. God has been so kind to us. When I look at the real realities of my life and think about who I really am in light of God’s Word, the more amazed I am that God would continue to bless this family.

This gave us an opportunity to thank God for his provision in our lives. He is a good God!

Roller Blading

In 2008 my children for some odd reason took up roller blading. They were 6 and 4-years old. Their roller blades were five sizes too big for them. We bought them smaller ones at the Goodwill, but they liked wearing ours.

Nearly everyday during the Fall they would get out in the cul-de-sac and practice. Fall down. Get up. Practice. Fall down. Get up, ad nausea. It was inspiring. And it was convicting.

So I thought I can do this. I bought me some ski poles from the Bargain Box on Hilton Head Island, put on my roller blades (from the Bargain Box) and began practicing with them. They were out-distancing me by a long-shot, but I gave it a whirl. Fell down. Got up. Grabbed my poles again. Fought off fear of man. Who cares what my neighbors think about an old guy on roller blades, with ski poles, falling all over the cul-de-sac.

Six months later!

Yesterday we went to Furman University and roller bladed around the lake. It was awesome. No ski poles! I was thanking God for how he uses my children to teach and inspire me to do things I never previously considered.

Zing, Zang, ZOOM!

CircusWe were able to take the children to see the circus through the kindness of a friend. Tristen has been counting the weeks down in anticipation of their surprise: “something Ansa hasn’t done yet”. The walk from the parking garage to the BiLo center was dark and there was a strong ICY wind blowing.

Ansa said she wanted to go home. Tristen read the sign on one of the many trucks and discovered for the first time where she was going. The grin on her face was amazing. She quickly ran to Haydn and whispered in his ear. He turned to me and began grinning from ear to ear. Then they both began jumping up and down in anticipation. It gave me much joy to see their excitement.

Cotton CandyOnce inside we headed to the one-hour pre-show on the circus floor. Rick and Tristen took advantage of the “wardrobe” while Haydn watched in amazement and Ansa clung to me in horror. Who was the strange man with the painted face and huge nose? She calmed down watching the acrobats and Asia the elephant. By the time the show started she was waving at the elephants and grinning from ear to ear.

They were all amazed and captivated. I enjoyed watching their faces more than what was on stage. They weren’t interested in sleep when we arrived home so they put on their own show with costumes, music, and acrobatics!

Rick said he hoped the kids never grow old. God brings much joy to us through our children.