Hope

“I don’t mean Hope the baby, I mean hope the fruit of the Spirit” – Micah, explaining a dream he had.

I pray you always know God in this way, and ever more intimately.

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The jubilee of accomplishment

We did the happy dance as we finished the last lesson of your first whole math book this morning! You were so excited, you said “then I get to move up to the next level! I’m so excited!”
I’m proud of you Micah! Math comes easily to you so far, and you love it. I’m glad to share in this bright landmark and step towards the future together. 

I told you we could start the next book in January, or get started right away if you wanted. We will see what you feel like doing tomorrow!

All hope is not lost

You had a dream this morning – the part you remembered is Daddy holding Kade and we were all walking away from you. You said I wrote a note to you that said “all hope is lost”. And you were sitting with a teenager named Chris. You said we didn’t know where you were. That was the end of the dream, and you couldn’t remember what happened in the beginning of the dream.

In real life, I prayed for you. Then we talked about how to put on the armor of God, discern where our dreams come from by measuring them against the truth of the Word of God. You prayed yourself too, repeating after me. We talked about how Jesus wins every battle, and already trampled the enemy who is a footstool to Him. We rebuked the devil together in Jesus’ name. We discussed the Second Coming and what that means for us, and also the power we have already in the Holy Spirit.

You know the Fruits of the Spirit, and how God produces these things in us. You know the Armor of God too, you recited them yourself. Now you have practiced how to sharpen your sword, and use it.

You learned how to fight the enemy head on and win.

I am not glad the enemy attached your dream, but I am incredibly grateful God turns all things to good and you’re learning how to WIN at this young age of not even 5 years old. The Lord filled you with hope and joy because you took your concerns to Him who controls and Authors all things. And no, my little man, my world-changer, my firstborn, all hope is not lost. God is the beginning of hope. And all you have to do is pray. I love you. One day you’ll read these posts and know how and why God built you into a mighty warrior.

Practice makes perfect

Micah, you had an epic meltdown… One of those that happens from mid-sleep. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this from you, which used to be a regular occurance (once or twice weekly).

It took you about 45 minutes to wind down. Poor guy. But once you did, we could revert to some healthy habits we’ve built along the past almost 5 years:

– Visualizations – tonight was the Creation story

– massage with aromatherapy – a spicy fall blend fit the ticket

– prayer – for thanksgiving and self-control, and the humility to sincerely apologize to daddy for losing control of your body

– affirmations and snuggling – We talked about your purpose and place in this world. We discussed your importance and significance in this family. 

– strategies for a different response – We discussed healthy ways to get out of your primitive brain to get back to your problem solving hero brain. We agreed deep breaths are a good way to do that. 

In essence, we went “coopering” together tonight.

You are going to have some healthy go-to’s as God keeps building more and more stores of self-control in you. Every human has a bent. You have to attack them head on with the opposite quality. That’s what we do. That’s why we do what we do. When you’re a man, perhaps a father, you’ll see this pattern, and you’ll repeat it for your children. 

I thank the Lord for you. You patiently put on our training wheels as parents, and you’re exactly how I love you: just you.

You are a future leader, a man who creates a legacy for Christ, a protector, a lover of fairness, a compassionate loving kind person. You have a destiny and you keep your eyes fixed on your goals with unwavering determination. You are Micah. Always our first born. Always the biggest brother. Thank you for being you.