As always, the trees in our church parking lot are stunning. What a beautiful time of year. That’s all. That’s the post. Carry on.



As always, the trees in our church parking lot are stunning. What a beautiful time of year. That’s all. That’s the post. Carry on.



Updated 10/20/2026: Another interpolation pic has been added below, along with a facial recognition analysis. The bio-mom is certain, and I may have convinced myself that we found the right bio-dad.
Who am I? Identity questions abound when you ponder the mysterious circumstances surrounding your own origin. Thankfully, union with Christ trumps everything that was somehow misaligned during those early days. In response to the question, “Who am I?” I suppose I could say I’m…
But there’s always more to the story, isn’t there?
I’m still not sure if my birthday is March 30, March 31, or April 1, but I’m trying to find out.
I’m also trying to fill in the gaps of my early story without invading anyone’s space or privacy. That’s easier said than done, but I keep learning bits and pieces of the account as the years go by.
No names will be used in this post, but below are some photos that cause me to ponder where I came from.
Here’s a picture of my bio-mom when she was a little girl:

I think she was adorable, don’t you? Here’s a picture of me when I was two-ish. Do you see any resemblance?

Here’s my bio-mom in what I think would be her early 20s:

With the help of AI, here’s an interpolation of what she may have looked like around the time she gave birth to me:

And here’s a colorized version using a separate AI service, which yielded similar results:

Here’s an AI-generated picture of her at roughly the age I am now:

And here’s a recent picture of me for reference:

It’s conceivable (pun intended) that we’re related, isn’t it? In fact, I have it on good authority (and genetics) that she’s the one who brought me into the world. My understanding is that she’s still alive in another part of the country.
I’ve also been able to track down—with a fair degree of certainty—the identity of my bio-dad. Apparently, he passed away in 2013.
Here’s the only photo I’ve been able to find of him, and I’m not completely sure it’s him:

And here he is aged to a few years older than what I am now:

What do you think? I suppose it’s possible, but I don’t know. Military records confirm the name I have, but the picture is not yet verified. So, the research continues.
Happily, I may get to meet a blood relative next year–a cousin who was gracious enough to reach out to me last year and confirm the connection. I have to confess, the possibility of meeting her in person has me a bit choked up, and I’m not entirely sure why.
So, for now, I’m just treasuring all these things and pondering them in my heart.
Addendum 1
Addendum 2
With gratitude to my adoptive parents:
It’s gone forever—the one remaining baby tooth I had in my mouth all these years. Alas, the final vestige of my childhood went with it. Apparently I’m supposed to do the adulting thing full time now. Happily, though, I briefly visited another planet today, too. We’ll get to that shortly, but first, the procedure itself.
Early this morning my oral surgeon removed Tooth K, the bottom-left baby tooth located furthest back in a child’s mouth. There are two permanent teeth behind the resulting gap now—my other molars—which erupted normally when I was a kid. They had been sitting there peacefully in their proper positions behind the discarded tooth for decades, albeit 30–35 percent larger than their younger brother who sat next to them like a good friend. Today they said goodbye to their little friend.

The adult tooth under K never came in to push it out. That’s because it couldn’t, as it had formed sideways, horizontally impacted in my jaw. So, that tooth had to come out today, too. My surgeon said he had to saw the bigger one in half before digging it out. Let’s hear it for pain meds, the effects of which I’ll share in a moment.
My wonderful family dentist said the baby tooth had to come out sooner rather than later because it was starting to decay on the underside. (Its awkward positioning made it hard to brush.) Up to this point, our strategy was to leave it alone until it started yelling at me. Well, it started yelling at me. All well and good; it was nothing but an annoying food catcher, anyway. I was forever sticking toothpicks (or anything else within reach) into the gap to get rid of the irritation.
After the removals, the good doctor did a bone graft to accommodate my future implant. This organic-synthetic material was of the allograft variety, which usually comes from cadaver tissue collected from all over the world and processed into a collagen-rich paste. I wonder if the graft will change my accent.
Pulling a “retained deciduous tooth”—plus the impacted one underneath it—called for serious sedation, which usually makes me quite loopy and, I am told, sillier than usual. Other minor procedures I’ve had in the past (for a deviated septum, multiple ear tube procedures, a venous ablation, and an umbilical hernia) all involved the twilight pill, nitrous oxide, or something similar. Today’s IV concoction, however (whatever it was), led to the most vivid mental trip I’ve ever had.
My mind went into high gear, moving through the universe in a strange vortex of celestial and terrestrial images flying past my vantage point. The objects were otherworldly but strangely familiar, mostly geometric shapes and intricate objects that were well designed. Everything was highly structured, well ordered, and very logical. It wasn’t heaven, but it was still peaceful and pleasant—a higher level of consciousness than I had ever experienced before. (Makes me wonder what I missed from the 6os.) It’s hard to describe but totally unforgettable.

Maybe the subject matter of my mental flight to Planet Weird was connected to the library classification system I recently created (and now execute on a daily basis until all the resources are properly shelved). Or maybe I was accessing various recesses of my mind that heretofore had gone un-accessed. The most fascinating part of the trip was that I could think about my thoughts. It was a bit like the Apostle John getting an apocalyptic tour of the invisible realm, where he could comment (and even emote) on what he was seeing.
All I know is that it was totally cool, and they woke me up far too soon. I was out for about 35 minutes, but the “trip” felt like only 3 quick minutes, and glorious ones at that. Apparently, time passes differently in an altered state of consciousness.
As they were trying to wake me up from my groggy, wobbly state, I kept trying to resist and get back to my mental adventure. Unfortunately, my efforts failed, and I discovered I had a blood-soaked gauze wad in my mouth. Thanks, everyone.
Now I’m just lying here at home with another hole in my head, being waited on hand-and foot by Nurse Sonya, and staving off the pain with drugs that are way inferior to the sedation cocktail that catapulted me to another world.
They didn’t even give me back my extracted tooth so I could put it under my pillow tonight and collect the going rate from the tooth fairy.
Yup, my childhood is now over.

This post is not the formal rollout of the Keystone Theological Library, it’s just a first look at the classification system I developed as seen in the collapsible html document below. The underlying Microsoft Word document is 76 pages long, so it’s too unwieldy to navigate in that format. As such, I wanted to see how well a collapsible html document (with arrows for navigation) would work on this site. Here we go.
O.k., I think that worked. I guess I’ll see when I hit the “Publish” button. Yet to come is the collection itself on my LibraryThing account (not yet created). It will take a while to key all the titles into the database. Meanwhile, I’m still shelving the books themselves, and that will take a while, too. Then I’d like to find a way to connect my Logos Bible Software collection to the LibraryThing account. Finally, I’m hoping to do a video walk-through of the physical library itself and post it here.
Everyone needs a vision, right? Even bookworms.

After Action Report
Not bad, although the narrow column width allotted for text by my WordPress theme makes some of the lines wrap, which makes the html document feel a bit crowded at places. Come to think of it, the theme itself is starting to feel a little long in the tooth. Might be time for a new one. That’s a task for another day. Anyway, here is a downloadable version of the html document. It may change a thousand more times by the time the project is finished.
Update
As of today, September 3, my books are shelved through Psalms, so I’m about one third of the way through this part of the project. And, as expected, the classification outline has been sharpened a few times in light of the various holdings I have and the alternate categories they could possibly occupy. Consequently, I developed an appendix for “Filing Rules and Conventions.” They add a measure of consistency to where something lands on the shelf.
LibraryThing will serve as the official catalog because it is electronically searchable. The current collapsible HTML document will go here until the official rollout. That creates the odd situation of having an artifact within a post that is more recent than the post itself. No heartburn on my end over that. I’m just in my happy place these days nerding out over books, especially books for the kingdom.

The MyPALs Preschool Ministry at our church has tripled in enrollment over last year, so that wonderful blessing required a reconfiguration of the second floor of Christ Hall as the new school year begins later this month. Long story short, I’m in the process of re-locating my sizable library to a new room on the third floor.
The new layout will work well, and I plan to make the collection available to local folks who wish to use it. Alas, I can read only one book at a time. 🙂 I’ll also be using the LibraryThing app to catalog the titles and integrate them with my Logos Bible Software collection, which has over 10,500 volumes, and my Kindle, which has about 150 works over a dozen or so catgories. It’ll be interesting to see what the total number of hard-copy items turns out to be. We even gave the new library a name and a logo. I’ll do a separate post on it when the project is complete.
Even more laborious than the physical re-location, though, was creating a classification system for all these books and media items. That, too, will be made available here on TNL in due course. The result is somewhere between the Library of Congress categorization scheme and how a typical seminary organizes its holdings, all tailored now to my own personal interests. (For example, I have about 30 books on the JFK assassination and Watergate scandal. Seminaries don’t usually have those sections!)
Anyway, that’s why my posting has been so sparse lately. Through it all, we’ve had fun with our boys. They just left for vacation, and I miss them already.





Howdy, friends. I’m still here! I have the privilege this summer of speaking at three different Christian camps, and I’m in the middle of that adventure right now (on top of regular duties). Such places are notorious for having slow internet connections, so it’s not always easy to post from these locations. Anyway, I just wanted to pop in and say hello. Below are two pictures of the boys on tractors.
Also, a friend from high school recently tracked me down and sent me a copy of the invocation I gave at our high school graduation. (It’s not too bad considering I would meet Jesus later that year as freshman in college!) I have no idea why she had a copy, but I’m glad she did because I don’t think I have one in my archives. Back then, Reading High’s tradition was to have the salutatorian give the opening prayer. (I doubt they still do that.) Enjoy!


High School Graduation Invocation

The sweltering temperatures last week meant we needed to take the boys to the pool. Myerstown has a fun sliding board frog in their baby pool, which they love. They also enjoy the splash pad area that slopes into the big pool, complete with overhead sprinkling devices and a pouring bucket. Since it was Independence Day week, they also wanted to make a Happy Birthday cake for America, which they decorated with colored sugar as exploding fireworks.
Today was much more pleasant, so we went to the community park in Lititz, which they also enjoyed. It was our first time there. Samuel and Levi went on the swings, played in the sandbox, watched the ducks, had a picnic, and got to go inside a real red caboose. The park is lovely, and I’m sure we’ll be going again.














Couldn’t resist sharing this one.

And I suppose if the road ever gets irreparable potholes in it, it was never really paved in the first place.
Runners Up






You’re using your fingers to count through the alphabet, aren’t you? 🙂
It’s been over a month since I posted any pics and vids of Samuel and Levi. Such is life when you’re in wedding, VBS, and new computer mode. But we still get to see them nearly every Wednesday and Friday, and we’re still having a blast with these two wonderful boys. We’re so, so blessed to have them living so close to us, and we’re soaking it all in while they still want to be with us. I’m guessing there’ll come a time when the Friday pizza-movie night/sleepover thing isn’t cool anymore. In any event, here are a few recent captures.






Now that Drew is married off, VBS is almost over, and I have a new computer that works, I can finally get back to dissertating. Yes, my 2019 MacBook Pro bit the dust, so I had to replace it. But this new 2026 MacBook Pro M5 sizzles, and I’m loving it so far. (Two weeks ago, our HP printer that we had since 2016 bit the dust, too. The new one is an HP Color LaserJet Pro MFP 3301. That’s a wonderful tool as well, and it produces the sharpest copies we’ve ever made in our home office.)
The main challenge in setting up the new laptop was that I did it from scratch. Not wanting to transfer any bloatware or corruption via the migration assistant, I just took the time needed to reinstall all my apps and reset all my settings. Glad that’s over! The other challenge is that I lost some of my old music. Not sure why, but I’ve had that problem before. Apple Music/iTunes is dreadful when it comes to merging old libraries into a new one, and if I had a massive collection, I would bark about it. Thankfully, I only lost a handful of albums. Alas, they were some of my Enya favorites, so I’ll be replacing those tracks, going all the way back to the beginning.
The main challenge in my current dissertation chapter is having to learn enough Akkadian to be functional. (Last summer it was Sumerian.) I now know enough to be dangerous. It’s a cuneiform language, which is quite interesting to study and observe in action. I never realized how useful it would be, though, to learn cognate languages to help nail down some Hebrew words that don’t have a lot of currency in the First Testament. So, that makes a total of 18 languages beyond English that now that appear in this tome. Yeah, it’s kind of crazy, but I love my topic, and I’m still having a blast researching it.
Enjoy life while I go back down the mine shaft for a while. Hopefully I’ll find some gold nuggets to share with everyone in due course. Be blessed! 💙 💙 💙

I still need to gather the main wedding pictures, but here are two shots from the parent dances at the second reception. Andrew and An both work at Sight and Sound, so their co-workers couldn’t attend a Saturday reception. That’s why the bride and groom decided to have a second reception on Sunday. That fit well with their Lord of the Rings theme. (You’ve heard of “second breakfast,” right?)
An and her dad Phil danced to “Daddy’s Little Angel” by Tony Carter. (She is seen below in her reception dress; her wedding dress was stunning and elegant.) Drew and Sonya danced to “What a Wonderful World” by Bob Thiele and George David Weiss, sung by Louis Armstrong.


On Saturday, May 23, 2026, I had the honor of giving the “Pastoral Message to the Bride and Groom” at my son’s wedding on a Scripture passage of the their choosing. They chose 1 Corinthians 13. Their “Lord of the Rings” themed wedding and reception were as unique as they are.
Andrew and An, your big day is finally here, and there’s nowhere that we as your family and friends would rather be than right here celebrating it with you. An, you are a stunning bride. I think we all gasped when you entered the sanctuary today. You’re a beautiful woman—inside and out. Sonya and I are so thrilled to have you become part of our family today. Our desire is to be your cheerleader and friend as long as God gives us life and breath.
We’ve been praying for this day for a long time. In fact, when it was clear we needed to get Sonya to the hospital years ago, we first stopped by the empty crib and prayed not only for our new child, but also for the future spouse—whoever that might be. And here you stand today as the answer to that prayer, and many others we prayed over the years. God is good—amen?
Andrew, you clean up pretty well, too. You’re a different kind of stunning—but stunning, nonetheless. And you’re still my beloved son in whom I am well pleased. Your mother and I couldn’t be prouder of who you are and who you’re becoming.
And I know that Phil and Lien have been praying for you for a long time, too, long before they knew who you were. They’re thrilled that you’re becoming part of their family today, too. And here you stand today as the answer to their prayers for An.
So, [to An:] Sonya and I prayed for you, and [to Andrew:] Phil and Lien prayed for you, and [to the congregation:] we leave it to you wise discernment to figure out which of us has the better prayer life!
Actually, it’s not about us at all. It’s about God and his goodness to two people he dearly loves. And one of the best definitions we have of love is found in 1 Corinthians 13, Paul’s masterpiece that you asked me to comment on today. It’s often read at weddings, which is interesting because the context of the passage is not really about marriage at all.
It’s about a church family that wasn’t getting along very well, and they needed to be reminded of what love looks like when relationships become difficult. Well, sometimes the relationship between a husband and wife can become difficult, too. And so, this passage does have application when it comes to marriage. In fact, in a broken world like ours, all relationships will struggle at times, so really, this is a message for all of us today—whether we’re married or not.
Paul begins by saying, “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. In other words: Without love, it doesn’t matter what we SAY. “Talk is cheap,” says Paul, “if it’s not backed up by action.” Now, certainly, the words we say to each other are important, but words without love just make us sound like a one-piece band, and that one piece is only a cymbal. It’s hard to make good music with just a crash and a clang. Without love, it doesn’t matter what we say.
Paul goes on, “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.” In other words: Without love, it doesn’t matter what we KNOW. The cliché is true: people don’t care how much we know until they know how much we care. And without this kind of caring love, says Paul, we are nothing. All our education and degrees and intellectual gifts mean nothing when love is missing. Without love, it doesn’t matter what we know
Paul continues: “If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.” In other words: Without love, it doesn’t matter what we DO. Imagine that! Paul says we can give away all we possess to the poor and needy, and even die as a martyr, but if we didn’t do it in love for the other person, we get nothing. And right there, Paul deals a death blow to the kind of fanaticism that would take up arms against other people, or be hostile toward them, in the name of God. “No!” says Paul. Without love, it doesn’t matter what we do.
It’s an amazing claim, and it applies to marriage because spouses can sometimes get crossways with each other. They sometimes don’t see eye-to-eye. That won’t ever happen with you two, but just in case it does, we should probably talk about these things.
Paul then turns to a positive definition of love. The Greek word—as you well know—is agape, which is God’s kind of love. Paul writes: “Agape love is patient, and kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”
Those are lofty words. And very challenging. They’re words that tell us love is not just a warm, fuzzy feeling; it’s a firm, fixed commitment. It’s not so much a state of being (“I’m in love”); it’s a verb (“I will love”), and it requires much effort. When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that may be amore, but it’s not agape. Amore love says, “I will love you if.” Agape love says, “I will love you even if.”
In fact, Paul is saying here that the circumstances that bring out the reality of true love in a relationship are not always easy circumstances, but hard ones! For example:
Shakespeare said it well:
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
A lofty sentiment—and a very challenging one to live out. Every married couple will tell you that agape love is hard work. But they will also tell you, it can be done. And it can be done well—with much joy and great delight over the years. And since love is God’s idea—and who God is—he will help you when you look to him.
And when you do look to him for help with agape love, what will you find? You’ll find Jesus—who gave us the greatest love story the world has ever known. Even greater than Aragorn and Arwen in Lord of the Rings. We know you’re both fans of that epic fantasy. Arwen gives up her Elvish immortality to be with Aragorn, choosing to “share one lifetime” with him rather than facing the ages of the world without him.
We know where Tolkien got that idea, don’t we? “Greater love has no one than this,” said Jesus, “that he lay down his life for another.” And that’s exactly what Jesus did. On the cross, he sacrificed himself for us. That’s agape. He went to Mount Doom for us, dying as us and for us—taking our death to himself, and then rising again on the third day. In doing so, he gave believers eternal life with him forever, and abundant life with him now. He showed us what agape love truly looks like.
“God is love,” said the Apostle John. “Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.” When we live in love, we experience God—and in the process, we show the world what Jesus Christ is really like.
Without love, it doesn’t matter what we say.
Without love, it doesn’t matter what we know.
Without love, it doesn’t matter what we do.
But with love, we will joyfully go the distance with each other. You will joyfully go the distance with each other. And so, in the hauntingly beautiful words of Enya from Lord of the Rings:
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true…
May it be, the shadow’s call will fly away
May it be, you journey on to light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun.
And in the end, we pray that Jesus Christ himself will be the Lord of your rings that you exchange this day—your big day that we get to share with you. God bless you both, now and always. We love you.
Amen.
After the pastoral message, Sonya sang “How Beautiful” by Twila Paris, a song that goes way back but nicely captures the deep affection Jesus has for his bride, the church. And if Drew’s look at An during the ceremony is an indication, Jesus really loves his bride.

Bethany tonight honored her brother and (soon-to-be) sister-in-law with a wonderful speech at the rehearsal dinner. She did it with a nice blend of fun memories, real-life insights, and heartfelt encouragement. I think she did a marvelous job “capturing the moment.”
Hello everyone. If you don’t know me, my name is Bethany, and I have the pleasure of being Andrew’s sister. I’m so thankful to be standing here tonight for this very special moment that we’ve waited for for a long … long … long … long time.
If you know Andrew, you know his creative passion for filmmaking. Because Andrew discovered this passion at a fairly young age, he has been able to do something really special for his friends and family over the years, and that is he’s been able to capture the moment.
Andrew has done such a great job capturing all the wonderful moments in our lives, so tonight I would like to help capture the moment we are in right now. The eve of the day we get to watch these dearly loved people get married and begin their journey through God’s greatest blessing of marriage.
Now, not all of our moments have been captured on camera, so tonight I want to help capture the moment by sharing some moments that weren’t. As you can imagine, growing up with Andrew was certainly an adventure. And if you didn’t know, before Andrew dated An, he never had a girlfriend.
And we have this theory in our family as to why Andrew never had a girlfriend. For most of his adolescence, Andrew really was not boyfriend material. He just wasn’t. And that’s because Andrew has always been husband material.
So, for example, Andrew might not have been great boyfriend material because as a child he was a little…aloof. The kind of aloof that gets you caught in a situation with a police costume he used to have. Somehow while playing with said police costume, Andrew got his ankles handcuffed together … and he had lost the key. All while only wearing … only underwear.
I have this image burned into by brain of Andrew’s feet handcuffed together, him wearing my dad’s t-shirt, while we scoured the front yard looking for the missing key to his handcuffs. I honestly can’t even remember how we got him out of those things. So maybe Andrew wasn’t quite boyfriend material since he was slightly aloof. But he definitely is husband material.
Also in our childhood, I had a season of time that I had bad nightmares. Andrew, in his great creativity and compassion, designed an intricate “bad dream catcher” for my room, made out of strings and laundry baskets and all sorts of things. He had a very detailed explanation for how this bad dream catcher worked and would help get rid of my bad dreams.
Yes, Andrew is husband material because he will always find a way to help you, An. He will come up with a solution to help and protect you in your fears and always wish you sweet dreams.
In our teenage years, Andrew still hadn’t become boyfriend material yet. Andrew had a really great group of guy friends in our youth group at church that he spent time with. My parents hosted an incredible amount of sleepovers in those years. Sometimes for Andrew and his friends to stay up all night drinking Mountain Dew and playing video games, and sometimes for me to have my friends to sleepover and stay up all night watching chick-flicks and talking about those boys in the youth group.
One night, the group of guys found out the girls were having a sleepover. As my girlfriends and I were in the basement watching a movie, Andrew thought it would be a great idea to mess with us. We had a walkout basement with a sliding glass door beneath out wooden deck above. So, Andrew and his friends proceeded to hang his paintball mask from the deck so we could see it through the glass door … and light it on fire. Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material yet because he was much more concerned with scaring the living daylights out of girls instead of impressing them.
However, that same teenage boy was also the boy that literally took someone who had nowhere to go. Andrew had a friend from school that had an incredibly tough home life and was no longer welcome in his home. Andrew invited that boy to live with us and walked through those years with him—all the way through graduation. Andrew is husband material because he is faithful and loyal and a real friend. He will be faithful and loyal to you, An, and he will be the best friend you could ask for.
By the time Andrew arrived at young adulthood, he still was not quite at boyfriend material. On one occasion, he tried to go to the Berkshire Mall in Reading. Somehow, he got lost along the way and wound up in Delaware. Still aloof.
However, once again he proved that he was definitely husband material. Like most college students, Andrew didn’t have a whole lot of money. But when a friend experienced some significant medical problems, Andrew emptied his bank account to pay their bills. Andrew will be a great husband to you, An, because he will give you everything he has without a second thought. He will love you sacrificially and wholly.
So, as we capture this moment now, I am thankful for where we are right here in this moment. Because today makes it all make sense—why Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material before. It’s because he hadn’t yet met An. Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material for anyone else. It was always supposed to be An. Because together, they truly are a perfect match.
And I know, like I’ve always known, that Andrew is going to be a wonderful husband to An because An is absolutely, positively, without a doubt, wife material. She is kind and patient and encouraging and sweet and thoughtful. Andrew will be a great husband because An is going to be a great wife, and, together, their marriage will certainly glorify the Lord.
So, if you can capture this moment in your mind, before your lives change forever tomorrow—in the best way possible, I want to say that this moment is capture-worthy. And I am so glad it’s here.
So, blessings to you, Andrew and An. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight” … and your marriage great.
Lord willing, one week from today I will get to say these wonderful words after giving a brief wedding homily for my beloved son in whom I am well pleased and his lovely bride:
“And now, Andrew and An, by the authority vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and as a minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ, I now pronounce you husband and wife. What God has therefore joined together, let no one ever separate.” *
“Andrew, you may kiss your wife.”
💋
“Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great please to introduce to you for the very first time: Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Valentino.”
At that moment, I will get a daughter-in-law, and then we’ll go celebrate with a marvelous reception filled with food, fun, and a few surprises.
Welcome to the family, An. You are God’s gift to all of us.
The countdown is on, and the excitement is growing.
* Since the state has defied God’s definition of marriage, I no longer refer to it in the pronouncement.
We took the boys to the Myerstown Park earlier this week for a picnic lunch. Afterward—did they want to go play on the swings? No. That’s always something they enjoy doing, but two other things piqued their interest more than the mulched and manicured playground set.
First, they had to explore the massive mud puddles by the pavilion. (It’s nearly an obsession with these two.) And second, they had to go play by the pond. There were fish, ducks, rocks, and sticks that needed their attention. And mud.
When Samuel and Levi got here last night for Pizza-Movie Night, they “helped” me with a project in the backyard. You guessed it—more mud. This time they created the puddle with my hose. I’m putting decorative rocks on either side of the path that connects our two patios—one off the side of the house and one off the primary bedroom. I finished one side so far, and I’m happy with how it turned out. Micah and Bethany got me ground solar lights for my birthday, and it inspired me to create a special strip to put them in.
During much of the time I was working, I was thinking about the recent death of a gal I graduated with from high school. Lung cancer is what took her in the end, though she never smoked. Tiff was pleasant and kind—a majorette in the marching band. She was sharp in math, too. We were seated next to each other in AP Calculus, and she aced nearly all her tests. She went on to become a civil engineer and then worked in Virginia for a defense contractor. It’s sobering to think the clock is ticking for all of us.
That’s why I’m drinking in every delicious moment with the boys, and I’m looking forward to Andrew’s wedding in two weeks. He and his fiancé asked me to do the wedding message and the pronouncement. That second request wasn’t very wise on their part. It means they’re not married until I say they’re married. 🙂
The boys are coming back tomorrow night for a little Mother’s Day celebration here at the house. I’m guessing somehow there will be more mud involved.
Only one life, twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
C. T. Studd







