Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Dance Party


Cooper and Wyatt got to see each other this afternoon and had an impromptu dance party.  

Rock on.

Push toys are a favorite with both boys and between wooden Mr. Frog and the Fisher Price mower on hardwood floors, playtime is deafening.  Two little hooligans racing around the kitchen island laughing and running into each other.  It's too cute to watch them.  And really you don't have a choice but to watch because any form of conversation is impossible with the cacophony.  Short of sign language I guess.  But all I know in signs is milk, more, all done, and please.  Interesting convo options. 

Coming back to Graham for 36 hours has been a bit strange.  Emotionally we've already detached from this little Texas town.  But we're still living out of a hotel in Tyler so we're not quite planted there either.  I think it will help when we close on a house.  By the way, we withdrew our offer on the house I posted about.  There was megabucks worth of foundation and drainage repairs that are needed asap.  And thanks to Rob, we found asbestos in the popcorn ceiling texture.  Yuck.  So obviously that is not the house the Lord has for us.  

Yes, I believe that God has a specific house just for the Hydes. He cares enough about each of us to guide us even in these trivial matters such as home ownership.  He wants to be involved in every aspect of our lives.  But that's the kicker isn't it?  Most people- if even remotely interested in the God of the universe- only want Him in certain parts of their lives.   Perhaps only those parts that they feel are out of their control.  I've got news for ya honey.  You are not in control of your life now.  If you give your life over to the One who made you, you won't be in control.  Take one for the team, Pride.  You're either a slave to sin or a slave to righteousness.  The truth is quite the opposite of what many think, there is no freedom outside of Christ.  

Stepping off my soapbox now...

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