Luke came here yesterday. YAY! But it seems like each time he comes it takes a little longer for our boy to show up. I don't mean physically. When he gets here it's like he's not the same boy we had before. He's had lots of experiences and we haven't been a part of them. He brought us a school picture of himself yesterday and had written "To Loy and Kitt" on the back. That really hurt, even though I had told him before he left that he could call us whatever he wanted.
But then, after the "new" wears off, he's back to our goofy little guy...just a goofball with long hair. He usually makes his first stop when he gets home to take his doggies outside and run them. They are thrilled!! Part of the time they don't even play together. But he feels safe with them out with him and they feel safe with him out with them, so they all stay out and play.
Today we asked some friends from last year (Levi and Evan) over to play. We got a call about half an hour before they were to come that keys had been lost and they wouldn't be able to make it. He was very sad. "When will I ever get to see them? I haven't seen them forever. Why can't they come?" I tried to distract him by offering to finish "Narnia" that we had started last night. He stayed in the chair looking out the window for about five minutes, then came in to watch. After a little bit the phone rang. You guessed it, the keys had been found and Levi and Evan would be here, just a little late. Luke said, "I know why they found their keys." I asked why. "Because I prayed for it." I'm so proud. His little heart was breaking and he prayed for his friends to come. Thank you, Jesus, for saying "Yes" to my Luke! They are downstairs making a terrible mess right now and loving every minute of it. I won't even be sad to clean it up later!
I will have days where I think, "Yes, my life is much simpler without Luke." I mean, I don't have to get up (really until 10:00, but I never sleep that late!). I don't have to drive clear down to Lincoln Christian. I can work until I'm ready to go home--don't have to make sure I'm out the door by 3:00 to pick him up at school. I can cook what Loy and I want to eat--don't have to think of a 6-year-old palate. I'm not going to lie--there are some nice benefits to being empty-nesters.
I think I'd give it all to have my little monkey sleeping in his bed every night.
God has chosen to put Luke where he's at. I don't understand how that could be better. I argue with God all the time about that. But the fact is we prayed for God to put Luke where He wants him to be and it's not with us. Trust. That's what we need to do...trust.
Today I was cleaning the kitchen and some zippy music came on my iPod speakers. I began to dance. (Not that unusual for me.) Luke had his back to me and I looked over and he was dancing away. All on his own. So at least I taught him to dance when the music is fun.
Sadness comes and goes. Luke comes and goes. Dancing music comes and goes. It's like in the Bible where it says, "and it came to pass." That means things will get better, right?
On an unrelated note, Logan was all set to run the NY Marathon tomorrow. He was on his way to the airport yesterday when I got the message, and passed it along to him, that it had been cancelled. So they made a quick change and turned south for him to run in Springfield, MO. He has a goal to run the World's Top 5 Marathons. When he ran Boston the temperature was 95 degrees or so. NYC--hurricane hits. I think he should give up running! (Well, maybe not really.)
Guess this is dull. I'll sign off now.
Kitt.
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