Jessica-I am a proud mama

My dear darling Jessica: When a mother is presented with her new baby after birth, she first counts its fingers and toes. The next thing she does is look to see who the baby looks like, mom or dad? But after that she can't help but skip ahead to wonder what is this child going to be. In seconds, her mind races to think of her as a teacher, a business woman, a mother and housewife. I was too new a christian to imagine above all, a Woman of God. I now know where I have failed my children in all of that. I didn't even know about having the faith to believe all that is possible with God. The church we were attending had alot of problems which robbed me of the christian growth I needed then. Financial problems threw me into the working world which stole away time to spend giving all of you biblical lessons on life. I depended on dad to do that. Please forgive me for my lack of wisdom. I know that I did give you all some things to take with you, but I thank God that Jessica, you have the spirit to want more and more. I also thank God for His Spirit that has gotten hold of you and blessed you with the hunger and thirst for more of His word and desire to dig deep into His promises and stand firm on them. I read your website this morning (as I do often) and I am a proud mama. Very proud of the way the Lord has raised you up to a level only He could. It is comforting to watch and see what the Lord can do. I have so much more to say but will end with this my darling daughter. You WILL soon be "a proud mama!" Much Love, Mom

Danielle-My First Born May 19, 1974

Did you know my Danielle, that you were a Honeymoon baby? Not planned but a true gift from God. You were born two weeks ahead of schedule. Being new parents was such an awsome but scary experience. I didn't deliver you by natural child-birth, but rather the old fashion way, I was "put out!" Sometimes I regret that decision because I was soooo out of it, I didn't get to hold you until I woke up a few hours later. The first thing all mothers do when they meet their little one, is to count their fingers and toes. After that, they usually hold their baby close to get the wonderful scent of a newborn. There is nothing like it (except the smell of newborn puppies). When you were born, daddy was so excited he couldn't wait to tell the family. He was walking out of the hospital and saw grandma Florence and grandpa Sal coming from the parking lot. There were rows of bushes lining the entrance of the hospital and daddy did giant hurdles, one after another, all the way out to greet them with the news. (by the way, by the time your sister was born, he couldn't jump the bushes. They were either too tall or it was because he was older). Thank you for being such a precious gift from God. Love Mom

My Son is a Man

Well my son, I never thought that this would be my first entry for my love letters to you. I have so much more in my heart as I reflect back on your life that I will share at another time. Today is December 24, 2007, Christmas Eve. As we await the evening celebration of the birth of our Lord, you are sitting in a hospital room awaiting the news regarding the loss of Monica's first pregnancy. Our hearts are heavy during this time, with much thought as to why these things happen and why now? But we must concentrate and pray that Monica is physically and spiritually well. My prayer for you my son, is that you are taking a strong role as her husband by supporting, encouraging and loving her with all your heart. Making her feel secure and letting her know that our Lord is there to wrap His arms around you. I am very proud of you John. You have taken the role of a husband very seriously and as you grow closer to your wife, I pray you will both grow closer to the Lord. Love Mom