It has been a joy being a father. Raising four boys is something I will certainly be sad about when it's all over. But it has been an adventure that I will cherish for as long as I live.
Back when we had just Harrison, Wilson and Judson, we discovered that Marianne was expecting number four.
When it came time for our first ultrasound, we were told by a physician who was "never wrong," that we were having a girl.
Needless to say, we were on cloud nine, and celebrating!
Later, when we returned to REX hospital for the second ultrasound, we were told this time that it was a boy. We were crushed. We had the name picked out and everything!
We were then told later that it was 95% girl! Our emotions were going haywire.
When the ultimate time came, it came out a boy. And a boy with no name!
We loved him from the start, and we are eternally grateful for Bryson. In fact, we wouldn't trade him for the Annagrace who never came.
I've been thinking of what to blog about, and this is what came to mind.
I'm not really sure why God did not answer the earnest prayer for a little girl, but I do know this; the world is in desperate need of men. Men who are going to stand true to God's Word, and train their families to do the same.
These four men that God has given me are watching me. I call them my little cadets. They are trusting me that I am going to teach them what they need to know.
One little frustration, or fuss about the way God handles things, and they'll pick up on that very thing and learn to do the same.
O, I have such an amazing responsibility raising four men. I covet your prayers, and trust that God will aid me in training up soldiers who will have the panoply of God on as they rush toward the defiant foe. So many men are fainting today! Pray that God will use MEN to raise up MEN for the glory of God.
It has been a joy being a father. Raising four boys is something I will certainly be sad about when it's all over. But it has been an adventure that I will cherish for as long as I live.
Back when we had just Harrison, Wilson and Judson, we discovered that Marianne was expecting number four.
When it came time for our first ultrasound, we were told by a physician who was "never wrong," that we were having a girl.
Needless to say, we were on cloud nine, and celebrating!
Later, when we returned to REX hospital for the second ultrasound, we were told this time that it was a boy. We were crushed. We had the name picked out and everything!
We were then told later that it was 95% girl! Our emotions were going haywire.
When the ultimate time came, it came out a boy. And a boy with no name!
We loved him from the start, and we are eternally grateful for Bryson. In fact, we wouldn't trade him for the Annagrace who never came.
I've been thinking of what to blog about, and this is what came to mind.
I'm not really sure why God did not answer the earnest prayer for a little girl, but I do know this; the world is in desperate need of men. Men who are going to stand true to God's Word, and train their families to do the same.
These four men that God has given me are watching me. I call them my little cadets. They are trusting me that I am going to teach them what they need to know.
One little frustration, or fuss about the way God handles things, and they'll pick up on that very thing and learn to do the same.
O, I have such an amazing responsibility raising four men. I covet your prayers, and trust that God will aid me in training up soldiers who will have the panoply of God on as they rush toward the defiant foe. So many men are fainting today! Pray that God will use MEN to raise up MEN for the glory of God.