a little over a year ago, the Lord gave me a word for Isaiah(my 6 yr old) He said “Isaiah has the heart of  a lion ” I thought this was a pretty darn good word, and Isaiah was pretty happy about it too. A few  weeks later Isaiah began this roaring thing he would do instead of speaking. It almost drove me out of my mind. So one night at bedtime, when Isaiah was mad and roaring at me…I cried out “Father help me, what do I do ? You gave me this man child, I don’t know what to do!” The Lord simply said “even little lions need mommies too.”

Whenever I go to a program at school, I sit there quietly among the other mothers feeling shy and inadequate.UNTIL….my child comes into the room, in this case,Isabelle. And then I become animated. Its almost as if I am saying “that one is mine, isnt she great ? Here I am, the mom of the best, cutest, smartest, most likely to succeed child !” My kids have the ability to bring that out in me. I take credit for their goodness, who am I kidding, their greatness. The funny thing is….Isabelle is thinking the same thing about me ! She thinks I am the smartest, coolest, prettiest mom there, and she can’t wait to introduce me to her friends.

             Its a great relationship that we have, both of us infatuated with each other.

God says” its that way for me too angie, your enthusiasm for me is returned and even more. so come angie, come like you promise you will .” (no kidding, he just said that !)

She is all big blue eyes, legs and elbows flying in the wind. I love her so much that it hurts. Her personality so closely mirrors my own that it makes it hard to get along all the time.But the love I have for her is far more fierce than the conflicts that come our way. At the end of the day, I lay with her in her bed and am swept away in the fragrance of her hair, and somehow this world seems just a little closer to heaven.

Just another day at home with my 6 year old son, Isaiah. Did I mention that Isaiah has decided not to go to school ? Why am I surprised ? Isaiah is the kid who can go without food for days, just to prove a point. I was not able to potty train him until after he was 4. When he thought that I had given up (actually, I had ) he went to the potty on his own. He flat refused to go to pre-school, and sunday school ,too.So, now we are at home together and what I am realizing is just how much I am like Isaiah. The Lord is giving me a clear picture of my stubborness and unbelief. Lord, I believe but help my unbelief.

she believes in fairy dust,that sparkly red shoes are a must. In fairy tales and wedding veils, that every girl has a dream and all dinners should end with ice cream. She believes that good will win, that Jesus died for our sin.

I believe you know the truth,you forge ahead and make a way, you see the place where angels play. By the way, your hair smells like heaven.