Rowan...
Rowan, Rowan, Rowan...No one's name is said more frequently in my house than his. Usually NO! ROWAN GABRIEL CARSON! I SAID NO ROWAN!!! OH ROWAN NO> NO>NO!!! ROWAN PLEASE!! STOP THAT... followed by expletives.
He's challenging, but sooooo much fun. He says silly things and is always looking for the next thing to conquer. He's a man's man and loves his daddy and Papa's so much. He is a bruiser, but can also be very gentle and sweet. Especially to babies. He loves babies!! All I can say is watch out world...ROWAN IS THREE!! Just so there's no confusion...he's actually three tomorrow, June 20!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Newsboys - Orphan Lyrics
Maybe I push when I meant to be still
Maybe I take it all too personal
Jesus, how to reconcile
The joyful noise
The ancient land
The tug from some invisible hand
The dying mother weaving bulrushes
Along the Nile
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry her orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
I try to settle, but I just pass through
A rain dog, a gypsy
A wandering Jew
All those homes where not ours
Then i slept one night in Abraham's field
And dreamt there was no moon
The night he died
Counting stars
Selah
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
Building you a home
Building you a home
Building you a home
We're Building you a home
Selah
So float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to bring us your sweet cry
Don't you worry child
I gonna sing you a lullaby
Maybe I take it all too personal
Jesus, how to reconcile
The joyful noise
The ancient land
The tug from some invisible hand
The dying mother weaving bulrushes
Along the Nile
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry her orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
I try to settle, but I just pass through
A rain dog, a gypsy
A wandering Jew
All those homes where not ours
Then i slept one night in Abraham's field
And dreamt there was no moon
The night he died
Counting stars
Selah
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
Building you a home
Building you a home
Building you a home
We're Building you a home
Selah
So float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry
Don't you worry child
I wrote a lullaby
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to bring us your sweet cry
Don't you worry child
I gonna sing you a lullaby
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Something Beautiful!
I wish I could post some of the sweet faces of the babies that have become members of the families working with our agency. It almost seems surreal sometimes until names and faces come together and the faces are so, so amazingly precious. I am so thrilled to just be a humble bystander and watch these miracles take place. As a side note, we are now #5 on the wait list. We have believed from the beginning that our baby would be coming to us around Christmas time and if all goes well, that may just come to pass. Courts in Ethiopia are closed in the months of August and September due to the rainy season and that throws everything back a little.
We have so much to be thankful for, but continue to ask for many, many prayers!
We have so much to be thankful for, but continue to ask for many, many prayers!
Summer
Despite the rather cold and rainy weather we have had this summer, we have managed to have some fun. Some of it was very cold fun, but still pretty fun.

through and not keeping his eyes on the road)
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BATTLE!
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