Angels From Above:

Our family was cracking and falling apart.

We needed help but we didn’t know where to start.

We called out to God, “Send an Angel to help!”

Please send somebody soon, because we’re in a place we’ve never felt.

Waiting for an angel, so blind we couldn’t see.

We kept watching for the angel, but instead, he sent us three.

The angels looked like puppies, but they came from the Most High.

And they came just in a moment when we though that we might die.

The puppies seemed so helpless and so tiny when they came.

We wondered “How could they help us, or are we just insane?”

But now our house is bursting full of happiness and joy.

The puppies taught us how to live, to be thankful and fetch a ball.

At first it looked like we were the ones that saved them on that day.

And was it a coincident they were born on Christmas Eve?

Be careful what you ask God for; you don’t know what he’ll send.

We asked him for an angel, we got three pup’s instead.

Now our house is bursting out with purpose, joy, and love.

And it’s all because we asked him for an angel from above.   

Faith and a Role of Duct Tape

It's been a while since I blogged on my site.  Life really gets busy when you have two school age children to deal with and a wife to please. Of course, I'm sure most of you already know this. 

No matter how bad things get here the family is still full of joy and the perspective that God must really be working on something really good for us.

We were on a short road trip recently, when a large truck time came out of nowhere and my wife ran over it, tearing off the plastic splash guard underneath the van. I had already started calling for a tow truck, when my wife stopped me.  "We have duct tape", she exclaimed. "what do we need a tow truck for?" 

The wife and kids are always looking for a challenge or some sort, and this was another perfect opportunity. 

As I accessed the damage, I informed them that mere duct tape was not going to fix the problem, but they insisted, so I stepped back and let them do their thing. 

While I watched them work, I wondered in my mind, how many miles would we get before the whole thing came off and whether we would be in an area where we could call for help the next time. 

Well, six hundred miles later, the duct tape was still holding up and I was embarrassed of my lack of faith, again.

My families faith and joy are always at their peak, while mine is always in the gutter.  Time after time again, I see what I would call miracles that seemed to be related to their faith and belief in God to take care of us.  Maybe it's time for me to examine my beliefs a little deeper and then maybe my joy would increase a lot more.