Hello all! I hope that your week has been less hectic than mine. School started back this week for Isaac and it seems like everything goes into fast forward from now till Christmas. William starts classes Monday at UWA and I am still in shock trying to catch up. It seems so hard to believe that I can remember so vividly the nights these two blessings came into my life. It seems literally just like yesterday! (Especially amazing since I sometimes can't REMEMBER yesterday!) Now the oldest is a sophomore in college and the youngest---the youngest--! is in 8th grade. His voice is getting so deep, it is clear I no longer have a little boy anymore. He is following in his older brother's footsteps and becoming a young man. Isaac adores William and it seems like his greatest desire is to be just like him. Or better yet, beat him at something! They are typical brothers, always a wrestling match in the living room floor whenever they are together in the same room for very long. Lots of noise and motion. It seems like Isaac really comes alive when his brother is here to torment him! With William gone to college, and Glenn working second shift, Isaac and I spend the evenings at home alone. I think we both are a bit subdued when it is just us here. We are missing the people that are not there and it kinda takes the joy out of quiet nights at home. I miss the sounds of their voices, especially William's, when I go for a week or more without hearing it. Now that we have the CD, I find myself playing the songs William solos on just to hear his voice. Silly huh? Especially when he will be home eventually. (If I can get him away from his new girlfriend!) I am most blessed in that I have a living son to come home to me. So many precious families don't have that opportunity anymore. Accidents or disease has taken that loved one away. So I have no reason to complain, I just need to learn to cope. Then it occurred to me, maybe the Father gets as lonesome for my voice as I do for William's. Maybe He strains His ears to see if I am finally praying, just so He doesn't miss a single precious word I say. Am I as careless about "calling home" as William can be? I know how it grieves me, so doesn't it make sense that it grieves the Father just as much? Ouch! That kinda hurt to admit, that maybe I am not as good about communicating with the Father as I expect William to be with me. "Just a word, so I know you're okay." I tell him. "No big conversation if you That will do for now.o start "aren't up to it, just I'm fine will do." Is that what God is saying to me? "Just tell me you are fine. That will do for now." Double ouch!! How often do I get too busy, just like my college kid, to just stop and say "Thanks Lord. I am fine."? Probably more often than I want to admit. So as I send William off to start a new school year, I will remind him to keep in touch and I will at the same time be reminding myself that I need to keep in touch too. Have a blessed weekend.