Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Are they not two of the most adorable boys you have ever seen.
Don't be completely fooled, about two minutes before these bright and shining smiles, big brother was picking on little brother like only a 12 year old boy can...really they seem to lose all forms of self control...and little brother was not taking it well.
But that lasts about 5 minutes and then it is smiles and giggles.
That's how we roll around here.
My precious boys.
Two boys who are as different as night and day but yet share a great love and bond with each other.
Michael, who is 12, loves everything social. He loves and thrives on being around people. He can work a room in 5 minutes flat and has never met a stranger. He is both bookworm and class clown at the same time. He really wants to be a librarian but I am not sure he can stay quiet that long. His personal best is 6 minutes...yes we timed him. It was torture for him.
Alex, who is 9, is much more of lone wolf. But once he gets to know you, he loves you dearly. Get him outside with a lizzard or a snake and he is happy for hours. He will probably live in the jungle somewhere and study bugs. I said to him that is fine as long as he tells people about Jesus and calls his mother.
Put this combination together and there is never a dull moment.
They can fight like cats and dogs, but down deep there is a bond and a love that can't be denied.
I had to sit down with these brothers, my boys, and tell them that momma has cancer.
To look in those faces and say that word hurt more than anything I could have imagined.
That is something very difficult to prepare for and can only be Spirit led.
I am so thankful that the Spirit did lead the conversation and the hope that I have was able to pour out on them.
The only thing Michael could say was 'whoa'.
Alex just wanted to stay curled up next to me for a while. That was fine with me. Those moments are fewer and farther between as they get older.
The first thing Alex said is "I've never known anyone with cancer before"...Michael quickly said "uh, yeah...Nanny and Grandpa".
Typical conversation in our house.
As hard as it was, it was equally sweet.
I got to share with them how God told momma to have a test done and she obeyed and now it can be treated.
God will get so much glory from this.
But please pray for them. Because right now I don't think it seems real to them. I am still same momma, loving and spanking and cooking and cleaning all at the same time.
But I will have treatment.
And it will be rough.
And it will be different.
Pray that they will not be confused and that they seek the Lord and see that He is my strength and is their strength too.
Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always. Psalm 105:3-4