My Champ!

It's February 10th, 2009, and that means it's my Champ's 4th birthday. Yep, little Noah is getting to be not-so-little anymore. He and I stayed up a little too late last night playing, so he was still sleeping when I left for work this morning. All machismo aside, I have to admit that while I watched him sleep, I teared up a little bit. 

You see, most couples make plans to have kids and then... they have them! Simple. Normal. It was a little different, however, for me and Andrea. Being a cancer survivor and having two kidney transplants, my doctors told me that I would never have kids. My mistake was believing them. Somehow, I forgot about the God I love and serve. Somehow, I forgot just how incredibly big and wonderful and gracious He really is to me. Somehow, it slipped my mind that He loves me and is absolutely crazy about me. 

Doctors are wonderful and I praise the Lord that He placed me in the hands of some of the best in the world. But, Jesus is the ultimate and great physician. God always has the final word. 

It wasn't doctors that miraculously healed me of cancer. It was Jesus. It wasn't doctors that allowed my mother to live five years longer than she was supposed to. It was Jesus. Finally, it wasn't doctors that blessed me with not one, but two incredibly beautiful, healthy, and happy kids. It was Jesus. So, you see, my Champ and my Princess were never supposed to exist. But, God doesn't play by our rules, does He? I thank Him for that.

Happy Birthday, Champ! You truly are a walking miracle and Daddy loves you BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY!!

In Jesus,

jb

1 Corinthians 9:24