The boys are here. One is in bed after I read the Bible story of Creation to him. The younger is with his mom in her rocking chair getting sleepy. She is a great Mom. The boys are six and two years old. They are the best kids that a man can receive as a gift from the Lord. Psalm 127:3-5 says:
Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate. (NASB)
(My wife just walked by with the little one taking him to his crib; awesome sight!)
These boys truly are gifts. They are given to us by the Lord Himself. They came to us after their mother passed away from leukemia. Their father decided to relinquish his rights realizing that he could not adequately take care of them. All the while, these two gifts were waiting. They were waiting to be loved, these boys.
Our six year old asked me today, “Dad, have I told you that I loved you today?” I answered, “No, Son, not that I can remember.” He quickly said, “Dad, I love you!” These boys, these two precious boys, these two gifts, these two sons of mine have come home. This is their home. This is where God planted them. These boys.