My desk is in our front room with a great big window that allows me to watch the sun come and go, the birds eat their seeds and to see the kids outside playing. This evening I write with five kids playing basketball in my driveway. The bounce of the ball rings like a drum in the distance, but when I look up from my work, I see my mighty warrior Caeleb in the middle of it all.
These kids don’t have a clue that Caeleb was unable to walk.
These kids may have occasionally taken medicine for a cold but not in a vein or port daily or a shot once a week.
They don’t know that this is the first time in his life he is playing and running with everyone else.
They have no idea how magnificent the goofy, 12-year old son of the pastor truly is.
Every night when the last bounces are bounced, and the final hoop has swished, I give thanks to God for another moment like this. These moments we thought would never come.
The One who made us, loved us and forgave us wants nothing more for us all.
Today I Am Thankful For:
- the neighborhood kids
- small town living
- iced tea