THIS IS MY PRAYER FOR MY SON

Find Your Wings – Mark Harris

 

It's only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I'll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I'll want to know
You're walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

It's not living if you don't reach for the sky
I'll have tears as you take off
But I'll cheer as you fly

 

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

…don’t have words to explain how spot on this prayer is that I have prayed for my little boy. Just tears…

Our children are, after all – His, not ours.

 

 

ANYTHING BOYS CAN DO, GIRLS CAN DO BETTER!!!

I proved it this weekend!! I went fishing and camping with my husband this past weekend. He is the Marshall of a small lake where a club has fishing rights, so I enjoy a certain amount of respect and honor amongst the club members and they call me Mrs. Marshall or Mrs. “M”, which I quite enjoy. I have even got a “camo” jacket like the rest of them.

 

Anyway, on Sunday (the last day of our trip) my husband was not near his rods. One had a fish on so I called to him to come and get the rod. When I looked again the rod was being pulled into the water too!! The first thing that went through my mind was the amount of money that rod had cost – and before I knew what I was doing I grabbed the rod and was reeling in the fish, it was a big mother trucker!! But because I am an amateur I held the line too tautly and it pulled out of the fish’s mouth and he got away. At the same time the second rod had a run too so I grabbed that one too!! This fishy I landed with the help by now of my husband. It was also a rather large fish – my husband says it was probably around 7 kg’s.

 

Anyway, about 2 hours later my husband was off preparing the rest of the angling beats for a competition next weekend and I was alone with the rods. And another Fisherman’s wife was there with me. She had her two babies along to play on the bank (one a toddler and one not walking yet). Next thing her husband rod starts to run and so she leaves her youngest baby with me and runs off to get his rod and while she is away my husband rods both get runs, and there I am with a baby in hand…

 

Well the other wife came charging back and took her baby from me and the two of us (she with a baby on the hip) managed to land two nice sized fish and released them safely again. It was good fun!! Both those fish were also 7kg and more in size. My husband is very proud and happily tells the club members that his “wife put ears on him this past weekend!!” LOL!!

 

GOT A FIZZ IN YOUR FOOT?

Just a short, funny little story.

 

About three nights ago Donovan was sitting drawing on the living room floor. I asked him to go and get me his homework book from his room and when he stood up he discovered his foot was asleep. By the time he got back to me he had pins and needles. But what was funny was that he came and stood beside me where I was sitting at the table and stomped his foot in irritation on the floor and with a wrinkled nose and a look of concern he told me his foot felt funny. When I asked him how it felt he said *“Dit kielie – nee, nie kielie nie, dit FIZZ!!!”

 

I laughed at him of course – poor child. And told him it’s ok, it won’t last long it is only because he sat on it too long. But when he went back to his picture I thought it was actually a very good way to describe the feeling of pins and needles – fizzing. Hee hee!!

 

“It tickles – no it’s not a tickle it’s fizzing!!!”

 

 

 

IT'S THE WEEKEEEEEEEEEEEND BABY!!

 

Ok, so it’s Friday at last. I have got a few things happening this weekend, nothing much though. Tonight I am babysitting two little boys from church for one of our Deacon couples Lisa and Doug. They are going to a Deacons meeting and I offered to baby-sit for Lisa if she ever needed a sitter.

On Sunday Sean and Donovan both have “Playdates” arranged. Donovan’s friend is coming home with us and Sean is going home with a friend. Then they will each be returned to their respective parents at the evening service. They are all very excited.

Mark is going to his friend’s house tonight. So it will be just Sean, Donny, Barry and I at home.

 

Tomorrow morning I am going with Barry to his Lake to check out all the renovations they have made. He leaves on Sunday for his big S.A Colours fishing competition. He will be back on Friday. I have made him lots of little messages on cards to hide in all his bags so that he will find them while he is busy. Things like “I love you”, “I miss you”, “Good Luck”, “Look after yourself”, “Come home safely”, “I am thinking of you” – you get the gist of it LOL!!

 

Anyhoo – you all have a FABULOPUS weekend.

Take care of yourselves too.

And I hope to have something to post on Monday!!

 

HE RAN INTO MY FIST!!

 

This morning was very entertaining at home. I got the boys up for school and made the breakfast and then jumped into the shower. Halfway through my shower I heard Donovan shouting and crying and performing (as he does so well). I yanked open the shower door and yelled “what’s going on!” and Sean’s usual answer:

*“Ek het niks gedoen nie!” was almost immediate outside the bathroom door. Ja, right! I know these two so well. So I ask again

** “Wat gaan aan?”

To which Sean replies that he told Donovan to clean up his breakfast mess and Donovan told him:

***“Jy’s lekker windgat nê” and then he ran to try and hit Sean. Sean says all he did was hold his hand (fist) up just a little in front of him and Donovan ran into it.

 

I almost laughed, luckily I was in the bathroom and they couldn’t see my face. How ridiculous is that story: “I didn’t hit him he ran into my fist” If I wasn’t so tired of their bickering and fighting I would have definitely laughed till my sides split!

 

Kids, they honestly think we are ****doff. But this is one of the best, ridiculous excuses I have ever heard!!

 

Well done kiddo for quick thinking, I didn’t buy it, but still very good.

 

* I didn’t do anything!

** What’s going on?

*** You’re very cocky hey.

**** dim, stupid, ignorant (you get my drift?)