Missing in Action!

You might have been wondering where we have been...Well, we have been coaching track at Pinares since the beginning of September and have not had much free time...in addition to moving into our new house here and having a lot of problems to take care of. Jack has been going to track practice and really enjoys all the attention...this is him at track practice watching while his daddy gets hit with a soccer ball (don't ask, I am really not sure what is going on here). The kids just love him and want to hold him or touch him all the time. He is definitely a people person like his mommy!

Our Little Sitting Farmer

Jack can now sit on his own and that has lead to a lot of scooting around and I am sure that he will be crawling soon! He is so active and loves to laugh. This was the first time that we put him in overalls...how fun! We lowered the bed on the pack-n-play because we were afraid he would climb out of it!

How precious is sleep, or lack of it...

Well, against all the advice I keep getting, Jack is still not sleeping that well at night...so many people just keep telling me to let him cry, but I can't do it. I will say that I do love rocking him to sleep and hold him tight. The routine is to get him ready for bed and turn on the music. I made a CD of some of my favorite songs to sing him to sleep by. One of them is "How Deep the Father's Love for Us." I listen to the version by Phillips, Craig and Dean, which I like best, but whoever sings it sings the same words. I didn't ever remember actually seeing the words written out until this past Friday at school devotional and is a powerful song. Whenever I sing that song to Jack now and think about the fact that God gave up His one and only Son for us, I could not imagine doing the same. We have been blessed with the most precious gifts (of Jesus and Jack) and I intend to enjoy every moment, even when I am tired.

Here is a link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8tUP1R6hPo&feature=related

Here are the words:
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom