He is three years old now. And he loves Spiderman, Batman, and “Puperman.” His favorite Dee-dee-Dee is “Yellow Roar” (Madagascar). He has little friends at AFE and church, and is nowhere near being potty trained.
He is learning language, both Spanish and English by repetition, which makes it hard to get good answers out of him:
“Did the rat go in your bedroom or in the office?”
“In the office?”
“It went in the office? Are you sure it didn’t go in your bedroom?”
“In your bedroom?”
“Forget it.”
Perhaps it occurred during a naive moment as a teenager, or through the subtle choices of faith over doubt in college, but somehow along the way I committed every major decision in life, every fork in the road, even the little things day to day, to lead me closer to God. Today that decision leads my family and me to Honduras. Journey with us as we seek to meet Jesus in the faces of the poor and live in a sacred place, whether in Tegucigalpa, Seattle, or Paris.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Three Years Old
I will miss this time when kisses take away my owies, and seeing an imagination that keeps him occupied for thirty five minutes in the bath giving “Woody” and “Buzz” voices. What a joy to watch his little personality develop.
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