The Windows of Heaven

Again, I cannot say enough about my sweet boys. They're both entirely different, and yet, they are these kindred / "best friends-for-life" brothers. I LOVE it! Please note that the reason David's shirt is unbuttoned is because the sleeves would not even come close. This is a 3T, folks!

Matthew: Mom, where are you going tonight?

Me: No where.

Matthew: Not to work?

Me: No.

Matthew: Not to young womens?

Me: No.

Matthew: Not to church?

Me: Nope.

Matthew: Thanks, Mom!

Today was Matthew's first day riding the pre-school bus. When it came time to go wait, we still had not finished lunch, so . . . I left David at the table with his mac and cheese. Then, Matthew and I grabbed ours to wait at the bottom of the stairs. I kissed and hugged Matthew. He ate a few more bites. Then, the helper came and helped him on and buckled him in, and he was off. I ran up the stairs to go back to David. His bowl was totally empty and he was asking for more "chee". He said, "Mamma's chee"="Matthew's mac & cheese. I gave him the bowl and he scarfed that down. Then he said, "More chee". "Mama's chee." I gave him the rest of my bowl, but it was empty. So . . . I filled his up with more from the pan. Me: Is it good, Davey? David: No. Go figure, Kid. You're on your fourth bowl of the worst tasting macaroni and cheese ever. You crack me up!

Much is to be said of last week. My heart is very full of gratitude to Heavenly Father for once again watching over our little family. I cannot express everything, as I feel the events are too sacred to share. However, direct prayers were answered, and more than one. Priesthood blessings were given from people who had no idea about what was going on, and verbatim of what we prayed for. So many people acted on promptings that they didn't even realize were such. Windows were opened for us to relieve some heavy burdens and provide further opportunities and blessings.

I know that the promise in Malachi 3:10 is very real. If we pay our tithes and offerings, He really will pour out blessings on us so much that there will not be enough room to receive them. When we put our trust in the Lord and lean not unto our own understanding, He really does bless us and make our lives more than we ever thought. He is aware of each of us. He loves us. I'm so grateful to Father-in-Heaven and my Savior. I love them.