Homeward Bound

It's been difficult to define the condition of our hearts in these sad recent days. Michi has been gone now a week and 4 days and it still seems unreal and all to sobering at the same time. There has been a decent amount of tears and regret, particularly over whether we will ever see her again. This has perhaps been the most difficult part for us to come to terms with. I think that maybe, for our sake, it is best to just simply believe that the moment she saw Jesus she loved Him. Who does it harm to have faith and hope that we will one day rejoice with her at Jesus' feet? So I am resolved to resign my worries, and from this day forth...love a little deeper, cherish a little more, give grace a little more freely and procrastinate a little less.



In the eyes of a child...



Christopher had the following conversation with Steve the day we came home to tell the boys the news of their Grandma Michi.

(Steve has Christopher gathered in his arms as Joshua plays at his feet)

Steve: Christopher...Joshua, dad has to tell you something. (pause) Grandma Michi has died. (pause, quiet tears)

Christopher: Dad...are you sad?

Steve: (nods)

Christopher: Is she with Jesus now?

Steve: I hope so. (Pause)

Christopher: It must be nice to be with Him. (Pause) There are big houses in heaven.



The faith of my child aught to teach me to believe as well.


We'll miss you, Grandma Michi!

And He said to them, "Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men." Matt. 4:19 NASB (Note: Christopher is holding his Spiderman fishing poll and wearing Spidy glasses too. He is my little superhero that is trying to save the world one soul at a time.)