We took the kids to La Centera to play in the water a couple weekends ago. The kids had a blast, but I was a nervous wreck! This place is SO conducive to an ER visit! I am not sure why the huge rocks were placed all around the wet, slippery ground, but in my opinion it wasn't thought through very well. Regardless, the kids had a blast and it was nice to get out for a while. We left with only minor bumps, bruises and scratches!
Well, summer is definitely here and we wanted the kids to have a new water toy for the backyard. On a stroll through the store, Stephen spotted a slip and slide and thought it would be perfect. I have to say that I had my reservations. All I could picture was screaming and crying from little bodies plopping on the ground. What a relief when I heard giggles instead! At the moment, those are only coming from Aidan, as Emma won't have anything to do with it. That may be because her daddy decided to play a game of kiddie bowling to get them to the end of the slide, of which she DID NOT like! Oh well, she will come around. But for now, I only have pictures to share of Aidan slipin' and slidin'.
This is the "bowling" I mentioned earlier!
Ok, so for those who know about Aidan's car, here is the update:
HE HAS NOT DRIVEN IT YET!!!
Well, it is official. School's out for summer!
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel the need to escape. My reasons may differ from one time to the next, but the result for me is a desire to step back and escape to a place I can pull my thoughts, emotions and actions together.
This weekend was one of those times that I heard the "place" calling my name. I always know, with out a doubt, when it is time. It is almost as if my car can sense exactly where to go because on many occasions I reach my destination without even realizing that is where I was headed.
Down the little dirt road I drive, feeling a sense of relief and peace the minute I hear gravel under my tires. Instantly, I see clearly through my tears (usually brought on by the very reason I am escaping) and the beauty of the land, trees and flowers penetrates my being. What I find even more magnificent are the sounds I hear upon closing my eyes. The wind leads the chimes in chorus and the birds chirp in perfect harmony. There are no other noises or sights to interrupt the glory God wants to reveal.
The Lord's presence exudes from every aspect. In this place, He speaks volumes to me and I feel His precious comfort warm me from the inside out. I am reminded that He is near and loves me dearly. Upon these reassurances, I am able to look down, with joy in my heart, and be reminded of the reason I am drawn to this place. Noah James Galbincea : Dec 26, 2006 - Feb. 2, 2007.
There is usally no other reason that I arrive here other than I just need to be with my God and my baby boy. I still feel the desire to take care of 3 children. I still feel the need to care for Noah in some form or fashion. This may seem very strange to some, but not to me. I know he is in the best hands and doesn't literally need to be taken care of, and I am very aware that he is in heaven and not there in the cemetery. However, the need to nurture a baby or a family of 5 doesn't simply go away. I am not yet sure if it ever will. So, I find great satisfaction in taking care of what IS there and what I CAN get my hands on this side of heaven. For me, that is pruning and watering his flowers, making sure the bench and angel that decorate his tiny gravesite are in place and that the rest of Baby Land (what they call Noah's side of the cemetery) is cared for.
Today, is definitely what I would call a "homesick" day. Not for my own, or any home that I used to have. Not for any place here on this earth that I have been before. It is a homesick for my eternal home. Homesick for my Father and my baby Noah. Homesick for everything I miss about him and for the future with him that has been promised to me.
I was looking at a picture of Noah this morning and thought about some of the things I can't wait to experience again when I go home. The feel of his sweet, soft cheeks on my lips. The smell of his hair after a bath. The sound of each breath as he lay sleeping on my chest. The sight of his precious smile that melted my heart. I miss him so much, but praise our Father that I won't miss him forever.
This song "Homesick" by Mercy Me describes my pain and praise today.
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