My Life Song

I Will Trust In You

 by Erin O’Donnell

CHORUS:
I will trust in You
I will hold to what is true
That You see the weakest through
Every trial
I will cling to You
Each day I pledge it new
My imperfect gratitude
From now on

I am a rag doll
Made of strings and yarns
Each day a new thread
Is torn from me
And as I come apart at the seams
My hands raise up and I fall to my knees
Please hold me and sew me back together again

CHORUS

I can feel so old
Like I’ve seen too much
All my hope has been squeezed dry
Like some worn-out sponge
And as I am used up and spilled empty
You fill me up with a sweet certainty
Please keep me filled and never to be thirsty again

And as my tiny steps lead to freedom’s strides
Keep a watchful eye over me
Lest I trip and fall
I know I will

I will trust in You
Each day I pledge it new
My imperfect gratitude From now on

Amy

Afton Update

Well, it has been about a month since I have posted about Afton.  She is learning new things everyday, and so I wanted to keep everyone in the loop…especially since we have moved away from family and they can’t see Afton as often.  She is 12 days away from being 7 months old, which is insane.  She has gone from just eating baby food for dinner, to eating it for lunch as well.  And the newest addition to her diet, juice, which she just started drinking from a sippy cup yesterday.  Obviously, Afton has not mastered the sippy cup, but she is getting there (it’s only been 2 days, after all!).  She has also made a new discovery: her feet!  It is so amusing to watch her grab her feet and look at them like they were never there before.  Even better, is when she sticks her toes in her mouth.  ADORABLE!  And as you can see in this picture, her hair is finally long enough to put bows in (velcro they may be).  Speaking of hair, Afton’s hair is starting to curl in the back.  So it looks like she is going to have curly hair like her mom and dad.  Afton is one of the happiest babies I have ever seen in my life.  Besides when she is really tired or hungry, this girl will smile at anything and anyone.  And she can sure laugh too!  I love her happy disposition…which happens to be very contagious.  She is full of energy and we are just waiting for her to start crawling.  Afton will be everywhere!  She is getting up completely on her knees, and I am sure it will be no time before she figures out how to scoot and then crawl.  She is our blessing and our sweet Afton and we love her so much! Amy 

Grateful

We are almost settled in here in Hillsboro! I think we have two boxes to still unpack, decorations of some sort I am sure, but other than that we will be done. Right now in the other room I hear two sounds my wife Singing a song and Playing piano, and the other sound is my daughter playing with her toys. Its a wonderful the two sounds mixing together part “when the music fades” and part “if your happy and you know it clap your hands.” I find myself to be a man blessed of God for the sounds like that, of a happy family, a happy home, of a wife who loves the lord and loves me, and a daughter who is happy young and growing everyday. I find my prayers to be a mixture of grateful praise for the blessings God has given me, and of fear hope and endurance that I will not screw up this gift in some way. so if you happen to glance upon this ditty today, say a pray for us as we begin our life here in Hillsboro, and as we share the love of Christ with the people of this community, and I hope you spend a moment to be thankful for what God has blessed you with.jm 

Just a Quick Update

We are in hillsboro finally. We are just unpacking and getting settled, our internet and phone got connected yesterday so we have a way now to communicate and to receive news.  I also have started to settle in a Church, finding my grove. So pray for us as we just get settled in living here in a town that is a little bigger than the size of the High-school I graduated from. Jm 

A poem hits home

Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children
by Ogden Nash

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
No matter how they tarry,
Eventually they marry.
And, swine among the pearls,
They marry little girls.

Oh, somewhere, somewhere, an infant plays,
With parents who feed and clothe him.
Their lips are sticky with pride and praise,
But I have begun to loathe him.
Yes, I loathe with loathing shameless
This child who to me is nameless.
This bachelor child in his carriage
Gives never a thought to marriage,
But a person can hardly say knife
Before he will hunt him a wife.

I never see an infant (male),
A-sleeping in the sun,
Without I turn a trifle pale
And think is he the one?
Oh, first he’ll want to crop his curls,
And then he’ll want a pony,
And then he’ll think of pretty girls,
And holy matrimony.
A cat without a mouse
Is he without a spouse.

Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,
And quietly sucks his thumbs.
His cheeks are roses painted on silk,
And his teeth are tucked in his gums.
But alas the teeth will begin to grow,
And the bubbles will cease to bubble;
Given a score of years or so,
The roses will turn to stubble.
He’ll sell a bond, or he’ll write a book,
And his eyes will get that acquisitive look,
And raging and ravenous for the kill,
He’ll boldly ask for the hand of Jill.
This infant whose middle
Is diapered still
Will want to marry My daughter Jill.

Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!
My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
A fig for embryo Lohengrins!
I’ll open all his safety pins,
I’ll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,
And give him readings from Aristotle.
Sand for his spinach I’ll gladly bring,
And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.
Then perhaps he’ll struggle through fire and water
To marry somebody else’s daughter.