I never thought I’d be at a place in my life where the word “Pee” is a logical response to the question, “What is that?” But, as I approach the end of my 27th year of life with two toddlers and a puppy that is exactly where I find myself. It’s always interesting to catch up with old friends on Facebook and see what they’re up to. Some have taken the path of starting families, some have started thriving businesses, some are balancing careers as well as families, and others are struggling just to become a functioning member of society.
As you reflect on what you thought they’d do with their lives it becomes easy to get introspective. Am I where I thought I’d be at this point in my life? In some aspects yes and others no. But, I realized something as I sat hoping that the suspected pee was on the hardwood and not the carpet again: I wouldn’t trade my life for anything. It’s been an adventure every step of the way and God is continually revealing more and more of himself through it.
What about you? Did you have aspirations to become a senator but couldn’t even get voted onto the board of your homeowner’s association? Did you want to be a pro athlete but pull muscles when playing Wii? Big deal! Stop thinking about where you are at and let God take you where he wants you to be. Pursue Jesus with everything you’ve got and you’ll find the journey of life to be much more satisfying.
Now, off to find that pee…

We often forget how perceptive our children are. I am reminded of this regularly when my kids, 2.5 & 1.5 years old, say something like, “Look dad, coffee” when we pass Starbucks on the road or “Ooh, daddy needs that guitar for church” when we’re browsing through a music catalogue. The reality is that although kids are loud, difficult to understand, and incapable of sitting still, they pick up on many of the things you do, say, or feel.
Yesterday we made a quick stop into the central hub of Sandpoint socialization (Walmart). They always have some really good desserts or pastries that are on sale right by the main entrance and I’ve never thought about how often we stop and look at those entry bargains.
My sons ability to communicate has really grown over the last couple of months and my ability to decipher what he’s saying has as well. In fact, even my daughter is starting to make some sense to me. The other day Elli spilled Judah’s cup of water on the floor and he began to cry about it so I decided to use my dad-skills and distract him while I soaked up the water. I told him it wasn’t a big deal (gotta love Pergo floors) and that I would get him some more water. Then I asked him, “Judah, do you know where our water comes from?” To which he boldly responded, “Yes!” I was a little bit surprised and thought maybe Tamra had taught him the concept of well water so I asked him, “Where does it come from?” He casually pointed to the kitchen and said, “Over there!” At that moment the concept of “child like faith” was made plainly evident. 



