Yesterday I found Kent beside the toilet dipping in his brush and then running it through his hair. "I fix my hair mommy". At least it wasn't his toothbrush. I took Kent back to the Dr, and I have to keep a daily diary of his diet and record each poop in detail. Gross.
Parker asked me at breakfast this morning why Jesus has not healed his cough. He said, "I prayed one time and Jesus not heal me. Will you pray two times?" I began to pray for him again, and near the end of my prayer he began another coughing marathon. "See mommy. It's not working!" I tried to explain that sometimes Jesus heals us right away, sometimes it takes a few days, sometimes he uses medicine and doctors, and sometimes He chooses to just let things run their course. I'm pretty sure that all went over his head, but he seemed satisfied. I told Parker that regardless of what happened with his cough that Jesus still loved him. How did he respond? By asking me if he could go and watch "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse."
On another note, I love you Papa Elton. Thank you for fighting for me. Thank you for teaching me to love my country and cherish my freedom.
2 comments:
Kent is way too funny.
Poor little Parker. He is so cute!
i forgot to tell you, when I went to your blog over the weekend, we put the music on loud and Jason and Blake danced to it. Blake LOVED it...we videotaped it...
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