Friday, November 28, 2008


Many times throughout each day I pray for patience. Apparently God doesn't just hand out patience just because you ask. He gives you opportunities to practice patience.

Take for instance our family's exit from all the Thanksgiving festivities last night. Our very over-tired 4 year old did not want to leave his Aunt Karen and Uncle Loren's house. The very couple who are expecting their first child in February. As I watched everyone's eyes growing bigger with fear, I quietly whispered give me strength . . . give me patience.

It took some time . . . and a cookie, but we finally got said boy into his car seat. The once tantrum-wielding young man, now sat calmly in his car seat discussing the intricacies of the color wheel and asking how the color yellow is made.

As I sat in the car, listening and watching my now recognizable son, I realized he is the answer to a prayer whispered from my broken heart almost five years ago, please God give us the opportunity to be parents again.

Davis, I love you. I am thankful you are here to teach me patience . . . . and all about Star Wars.


Kathleen said...

What a nice post, and although it was difficult in the making, a wonderful way to end your Thanksgiving.

Megan@SortaCrunchy said...

Oh my gosh - I can so identify with the patience thing. Dacey is particularly AWFUL with transitions and we've had many, many exits from places and events where I just wanted to run away.

Such a beautiful reflection on your precious Davis, Alana. You and Bob are especially in my prayers this week - actually all month.