A Mother's Love

I know that Mother's Day was a long time ago...but I am still trying to adjust to the fact that I am a mother at all. What a wonderful feeling to look at a precious little baby and know that I am his mother! The feeling does not have words. Peter is now 5 weeks old and the time has just flown by! (I would not have said that during the first three nights at home, however!) God has given me so much grace to be a mother. There are so many decisions that need to be made - some big, some small - and they not only affect me, but my little one as well. I remember praying for strength and wisdom so much during the first week and being worried that I would not be a good mother. Not to say that I am perfect by any means, but it is just amazing how God gives you the grace that you ask for - minute by minute! I have not stopped praying for wisdom, and I have no reason to believe that God will not be faithful for the rest of the hard moments to come in Peter's life. What a friend we have in Jesus!!

On another note, Peter went to have his one month check up and everything looks great! Peter is now 7 pounds, 12 ounces and 21 7/8 long. He got a shot while he was there - he was so brave!

Gig 'em!

Congrats to my sister, Jessica, for obtaining a degree from Texas A&M in Boimedicine! We took Peter down to Aggie Land last weekend (May 12) to celebrate Aunt Jessica's big day. He rode in the car so well and even slept a little at night so we could all get some sleep. The graduation was wonderful. My parents were there too and they prepared a delicous cookout for us all to enjoy and be together. We had a great time thanking the Lord for Jessica and how He has blessed her and for our family that loves each other so much! I am so proud of my little sister, way to go kiddo!!

He too is in need of a Savior

When you're a parent of a new born you spend a lot of time just staring at your baby - waiting for him to perform his next trick. In doing this I have had a lot of time to think about what kind of father I will be and what I hope Peter will become. My thoughts have often led me back to this: Peter is a sinner too and desperately in need of Jesus Christ to be His Savior. When he is sleeping he looks so innocent to me, but I know that he, like everyone else, must one day repent and trust in Christ for salvation, because beneath his adorable exterior there is a wicked heart deserving of God's justice. May my first ministry always be to my family - faithfully pointing them to the only hope that any of us have: Jesus Christ crucified.

Rub a Dub!

Little Peter had his first bath on May 2. He was two weeks old exactly. At first he didn't understand why we were stripping him of his beloved onesie and diaper...and then it became very apparent to him that the way to handle the situation was to cry. We were really hoping he would just lay there and love the water, but that was not the case. He did calm down just a little, but we didn't really have him in the tub long enough for him to rethink his first response. :) He smelled so fresh and clean afterwards and his hair became very fluffy. We think he will grow to love his bath time - we will try it again this week. Isn't that just like a boy to not want to be clean? :)