Our Adventures: Sweet Prayers

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Sweet Prayers

Dave left a few days ago for deployment. The kids and I miss him, but are adjusting well - although one child is struggling more than the others. Poor Liam is pretty attached to Daddy, and still has a few sad times each day. We decided to pray for Dave when he feels sad, and that seems to help. I love hearing him share his heart when he's praying, and last night he said something that just tickled me. His prayer went something like this: "Dear God, please keep the sand out of my Daddy's eyes, because I know there's a lot of sand there." I'm sure Daddy appreciates that prayer, Liam!

2 comments:

60 toes said...: So sweet.

Why don't you guys come down to visit us some weekend? One night, two, whatever. Come on a weekday if that works better for you. We would LOVE to have you.

How long will he be gone?; April 13, 2010 at 3:18 PM
Unknown said...: He does appreciate it:-); May 30, 2010 at 9:26 AM

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BJ Stories

One Saturday when we lived in Milton, FL, we took the dogs for a swim in the river. On the way back we approached a stop light and slowed to a stop. We had the second row seats in our Blazer folded down and Kadie and BJ were standing with their heads out the windows on each side. As we came to a stop, the cooler fell over. The noise startled BJ and he jumped. As I was stopping the car, I saw a brown object come past my window. I put the car in park and climbed out to find BJ, dazed and confused, standing on the double yellow line and staring back at me. Not knowing what else to do, I just opened the back door for him, and he climbed right back in. Kadie gave him a condescending glance over her shoulder and then turned to look back out her window.
Within the first couple weeks after getting BJ, we were sitting on the couch watching TV. We heard some splashing in the toilet and immediately yelled for Kadie to stop drinking from the toilet. After a little more splashing and yelling at Kadie, we realized that Kadie was laying at our feet. We ran into the bathroom to find two brown puppy legs kicking out of the center of the toilet seat. BJ had gone in for a drink but was so short that he couldn't reach the water. He went past the point of no return finally and was in the toilet bowl head first with his legs flailing above him. He was desparately trying to keep his face above the water line by spreading his paws out and pushing off the bottom of the toilet bowl.
When we first got BJ, we would take him and Kadie for walks down the gas right-of-way. While the unsuspecting BJ would be sniffing the grass and leaves, Kadie would get ahead of him and hide in the grass like a lioness. BJ would finally realize that Kadie wasn't in site and he'd stop walking. Kadie would lunge from her hiding spot and run full speed right over top of the little chocolate puppy---just to show him how much she cared.
When you would take off your clothes to take a shower or bath, BJ would come in and move your clothes. He would take each piece of clothing, one at a time, and move it into the other room. He didn't chew it, just move it to the other room. We always joked that BJ thought this was his job. We'd catch him doing it and say, "BJ's going to work." and make no attempt to stop him. We always wished we had taught him to move the clothes to the hamper.