Child is a Warrior

Baby Faces

Posted by Mommy on July 21st 2006 to General

Bubbly!

Funny!

Happy!

When I fall …

Posted by Mommy on July 21st 2006 to Firsts, General

I fell from my bed last Sunday at six in the morning. I woke everyone up with my loud cry. My mom was shocked to see me in the floor (good thing it’s wood) and immediately picked me up and cuddled me. At 4 1/2 months I started to turn over by myself and loved to sleep on my side. Mom usually put me back on my back and position me right in my bed whenever she woke up at night and early morning. This time she missed.

They transferred me to a small bed when I turned 3 months old since my crib can no longer support my weight. Now, because of the incident, I’m back to my playpen/crib. Mom and dad put additional foam and comforters to make the floor of my playpen higher so I could use it at night to sleep and they won’t have any worries of me falling again.

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When Jesus Looks

Posted by Mommy on July 10th 2006 to General

Here’s a nice poem pastor shared yesterday in the worship service in CCF (Christ Commission Fellowship) …

WHEN JESUS LOOKS

When Jesus looks upon my life,
What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection,
Or does He just see me.
Does He see His likeness,
The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian,
Who never took a stand.
Does He see a child of God,
A child that He made free.
Living life to honor Him,
Or does He just see me.

What about the other folks,
I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus,
To brighten up their day.
When someone looks into my eyes,
Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God,
That dwells inside of me.
When I reach out and shake a hand,
Is He right there in my grip.
Can they feel that strength from God,
That steadies when I slip.
When folks are in my presence,
Do they know His Spirit’s there.
Can they see that He’s the one,
Who guides me everywhere.

When other people think of me,
What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ,
So gentle and so kind.
I try to be like Jesus,
Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness,
All along my way.
I’m afraid that I have failed,
I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know,
I haven’t done my best.

I have had to fight my flesh,
Since the day that I was born.
It’s always causing trouble,
And being such a thorn.
That’s why His Spirit dwells in me,
He’s helping me to learn.
In every situation,
Where I need to turn.
He knew I’d never pass the test,
That’s why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul,
He suffered my disgrace.

Now I try to be like Him,
I must represent Him well.
So other folks will want His gift,
And turn their backs on hell.
Other folks should see the joy,
That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too,
Especially since it’s free.
They should begin to ask me,
What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about,
Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them,
This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart,
A prayer on bended knee.

Someday when I’m face to face,
With the Lord who made me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
Or will He just see me.