I can’t believe I have a 23 year old son. Since he doesn’t read my blog I can write this post and he won’t see it. He does not like attention. I may have to share with him on FB if I can figure it out.
I could write a lot about each of my kids, but I don’t want to be one of THOSE parents. If you will indulge me I will just write a few things about Michael.
He is definitely a first born son. All of the traits of being responsible and pleasing his parents- I am very blessed for that. Michael has a deep passion for God and the Bible. He always has. I look back at his life and am amazed that Kent and I had anything to do with him coming into the world. When he was 3 years old he loved Tonka dump trucks, bulldozers, and especially backhoes. He loved dirt! But, he loved God more. Literally, every one of his toys had crosses drawn on them with a black marker. He loved Jesus very early.
He is athletic and loves weight lifting and all things healthy. He is creative and can draw almost anything free hand. He plays the guitar and knows all the Blink 182 songs. He likes cars and has taught himself how to fix everything that he has the tools to fix himself. (He has a love for WRX subarus.)
I am most thankful that he is sold out to the Lord. His “loosely held” plan is to go to seminary after he graduates in the spring. He would like to get his PhD but knows it is only a plan that God can change if He wants to. He told me last night that he is totally available to what the Lord wants him to do. “Even if He sends me to North Korea I will go.”
Thank you for letting me “boast in the Lord”. Happy Birthday Michael! Dad and I love you.