MIdnight ruminations

It is late. My oldest son is running around downtown Snohomish in the dark as part of a "welcome-back-to-cross-country-workouts" at midnight. At 1:08am I am still awaiting his return home.

My husband is "noodling" on his guitar. Always adjusting sounds, timbre, effects, volume.... Ever the insatiable learner, ever the inventive musician, EVER the night owl....

My second oldest son is probably dreaming of new and clever ways of establishing his reign as Xbox supreme-extraordinaire of our family. Well, yes, that, coupled with how best he can push Micah's buttons tomorrow. That stinker.....

Micah, always the builder, always the yeller, always checking the calendar for how many days hours until his birthday. Micah is probably dreaming of a day in which everything he does IS actually funny, instead of being told, again, "that wasn't funny, Micah.... I know YOU thought it was funny, but it really wasn't funny...." What more does a boy( who LOVES to laugh) want, except to be told that he is really funny?

My daughter has wandered about the house the last two days with the "I feel miserable" feverish glaze in her eyes. I hate that so much. I miss the sparkle in her eyes when she is her healthy self.

God, please help me. All these precious people you have brought into my life. Help me to love them, listen to them, honor them, and help them soar into the lives of purpose and power that you have planned for them. Help me, God.