Wednesday, October 27, 2010
This is my son. He is 19 months old.
In this picture he looks calm, but in real life his is full of untamed enery.
It starts with a glint in his eye..one that never seems to subside. He pours himself into all that he does, even tho most of the time it ends with bruise and bump, and sometimes blood.
He likes to wear baskets on his head and will eat ANYTHING he find no matter how gross it is (his favorite is chalk....)
He is daring. He is courageous.
I want to be more like him.
He reminds me of what it is that God has called me to be, and how far I fall from that!
to be innocent of thought that counters what God made me to be!
to be able to not be afraid of bumps, bruises, and blood.
to be able to wear baskets on my head with out shame.
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