Tea anyone? Sarah at her tea party.

Forgiveness

Last night I went to see The End of the Spear. It was a good movie. I am always intrigued when a movie "sticks" with me for days--or even longer. Some idea or comment or scene or whatever that I continue to think about and mull over. I had heard the story of these missionaries who gave their lives for Christ before. So that part was not a surprise for me. What has me thinking today is the way the families of these murdered men truly forgave the murderers. Its one thing to forgive someone who has offended you and move on. But they didn't forgive in word alone. They acted out forgiveness--lived it. They lived with the people who had killed their husbands, fathers, brothers. They lived with them so that they could bring Christ to them. They became their friends and in so doing were able to bring the gospel of Christ to a people who did not know Him. If this is how well humans can forgive image how wonderful God's forgiveness is! The part I struggle with is that in all honesty I don't know if I could forgive like that....

Somehow we made it

I've heard it said that if you can make it through the first three years with twins its smooth sailing. I will admit that the first three years have been hard years. But fun too. A whole lot of juggling, loss of sleep, everything takes longer to do, twice as many diapers to buy AND CHANGE....but I can't help think that twins at the wheel has to be even harder or at least scarier???
For me the first three years were complicated by the fact that developmentally my twins stopped being "twins" at some point during the first half of the first year. Timothy kept right on going, hitting all the milestones and Sarah, well, she lagged behind doing things at her own pace. Don't misunderstand me they ARE twins. They share a special bond and always will. Its very sweet to observe if you are given the chance.
Anyway...I am celebrating. My twins are three!! My babies aren't babies. In fact Timothy told me so. He heard me tell Sandor, "Let's get these babies to bed." Promptly Timothy interjected, "I'm not a baby. I'm a little boy." And SO he is! A sweet, kissable, trouble-making, fun little boy. And Sarah, she is a beautiful, sweet, precious, amazing little girl.
How I love them. How I love all my children!! I am glad those three tough years are under my belt. They were a blur..... I look forward to the years ahead. They will be fun and blurry too.