Elmo's World

When I was a little boy, I would occasionally go over to my Uncle Elmo's house with my dad. (Great) Uncle Elmo lived a little less than mile away from our house, I would guess, through the woods and over a big hill if you're hiking--about a 5 minute drive, though, around the woods and hill. He lived in a very small (like the size of my kitchen, literally) one bedroom house. In the house was a small stove, bed, table, a chair or two...I can't even remember if he had a real refrigerator, but let's say that he did....

Uncle Elmo worked the land and loved nature probably as much as anyone alive (although he passed away quite a few years back). He actually had a pond where he would call fish to the bank--no, I'm serious--he would call the fish, "Here, fishy fishy fishy...", and they would come swimming up to the bank for some food or something. Crazy.

I didn't go inside the house much, but remember one day very well. I was standing in the corner when I saw a bunch of ants. I did what most 5 year old kids would do...started stomping. I'd polished off about 5 or 10 of the worthless creatures when I heard a sharp, "What are you doin'?" from across the room. "Those ants are my friends...stop that!" I quickly stopped the slaughter and fell in line behind my dad, wondering what on earth would happen next. Nothing else was actually said about it. I was off the hook--a little scared, though, and definitely curious about the whole "let's be friends with ants" concept.

Noah reminded me of the whole experience this morning as he spotted a couple of the creatures over in the corner. He quickly ran over to the ants in his grammy's house (don't tell her--she constantly tells herself that there's no such things as bugs in houses, I think--oh wait...! Noah just actually caught one in a cup and showed her as I was typing this. Her response--"where'd you find that? Not in the house, I hope!" I told ya...) OK--back to the story. Noah started talking to the ants. He told one of them about his operation and then the trip to Jamestown yesterday. He told the ant about his coonskin cap that he got, with a real raccoon tail. He talked for a while before coming over to me...
"Dad!"

"Yes, my boy."

"I'm going to catch one of those ants for a little bug pet."

"OK"

"Well, first, I'm going to wash my hands so there's no germs on them"

"OK"

"Then I'm going to dry my hands really well so that he doesn't drown" (Noah's always thinkin')

"Good idea"

Noah went on to explain to me how ants are friendly and that "little guys need friends too".

His idea for capture was to go get some human food, because ants love people food, and put it in his hand. Maybe just a little cheese on his finger or something, he said, to trick the ant, and then, he could have the little guy as his friend forever.

Noah has his ant.

Uncle Elmo would be proud.

Jamestown

Jamestown...lots of historical fun, I must say. We saw an Indian (I think I'm supposed to say Native American) village, 3 really cool ship replicas (by "replica", I mean to scale copies, which seemed to have no modern improvements whatsoever in or on the ships, down to the nails used, etc.), the "Jamestown" settlement village, and a LOT of really cool stuff in between. The villages all were completely functional, with a lot of "workers" there to keep things moving along. Things like wood work, canoe building, cooking, garden tending, leather tanning, blacksmith shop, etc. It brought things to life, and was a lot of fun for us and the kids.

A lady explained at one point to Noah how they would make tea out of sassafras roots. It reminded me of being a kid, searching the hillside where I grew up sassafras saplings I could pull up to chop up the root for tea...I wonder if they had microwaves in Jamestown back in the day....

Settle Down

To those of you who have been praying for Noah, I want to offer our sincere thanks.

The last 2 days have been amazing, as we've watched Noah breeze through something that has, in the past, been a very painful and difficult experience. The only difference that we can really figure out is God's choosing to take away pain and grant peace through the situation.

Noah has been feeling pretty well--we've just been trying to keep him settled down all day today, as he feels that he's ready to go back to normal activity (if you'd like to classify our family as "normal", that is).

If he's still feeling this well tomorrow, I'm told we're going to take a trip to historic Jamestown, where we'll see some old stuff. Something about settling and founding a nation or something...good times.

St. Mary's (Hospital) Update

I just got off the phone with the surgeon, who said all is well. Noah was back there for a little less than 3 hours, and I'm told everything went well (mostly best case scenario). I expect we'll be called back to recovery momentarily. Thanks so much for praying for us. Keep it up through the healing process. Hopefully things work out this time--we'll see in a few months!!

Father's Day

OK...I'm not so sure about this, but I got an email this morning (that was supposed to be retrieved a couple of days ago, but I got too busy). It was from my sweet wife, Jennifer, and I'll be in trouble if I don't post it, so here it goes....

Hey,I wanted to surprise you and post a blog about you, but I couldn't remember all your passwords.So, if you would be so kind as to copy and paste this I'd really appreciate it!
Thank You
Ted, since it's your day, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you for being such an amazing dad to our 2 kids. I realize this is something I should do EVERY day, but being the nearly (but not quite) perfect person that I am, I sometimes forget. I love that you never leave the house without hugging and kissing the kids and saying "I love you!" I see the way their eyes light up when "daddy's home!" They run for the door and cling to your legs like monkeys, laughing and squealing with happiness! I see the way you play with Noah and make him laugh like no one else can.You understand his personality far better than I do, and you continually nurture his creativity. I enjoy watching you sing and play guitar and piano with him. I've witnessed your incredible patience after many of his surgeries, when I know you were exhausted, but you stayed by his side all night to comfort him as he was hurting. I love nothing more than peeking in his room each night and watching the two of you reading and praying together before his lights go out. I watch the way your tenderly hold Morgen and snuggle with her when she's just waking up from a nap. You're protective of your little girl while allowing her to exert her growing independence. I watch your eyes light up when she comes into the room in her dress-up clothes and runs to your arms yelling "DADDY, I'm a princess!"You are quick to discipline but even quicker to give hugs afterwards. You are always striving to give your family priority, above all else, even when you are juggling a million things on your plate. Your kids know how much they are loved, and that has given them confidence and security. We have two AMAZING children, thanks in large part to you.Thank you for the daddy that you are! Happy Father's Day Ted!
Your kiddos love you, and so do I!Jen

St. Mary's (Hospital)

Arrrgh. I'm sitting at the airport, waiting to get on a flight (not the one that I'd intended to get on). I'll be leaving (hopefully) about 3 hours later than I thought, going through a different city to arrive in Richmond, VA, where my family has been for a week without me (sad, huh?).

My 6 year old, Noah, will be having surgery tomorrow at 7:30am (the surgery time has been moved 2 times now) at St. Mary's Hospital. The surgery is yet another attempt (we've been down this road many times before) to get rid of scar tissue that was a result of a surgery he had as a 2 year old (or so). I would guess we've had at least 10 surgeries for this...it's something that really needs to be figured out, as the scar tissue is internal, and has the potential to cause major urinary tract infections, etc.
If you could keep the situation in your prayers, I'd sure appreciate it. Also, if you happen to be a world class pediatric urologist with some great ideas on what to do, shoot me an email. I'd love to chat....

#40

So, does anyone know of a couple who...

-are celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary today
-have 4 amazing kids (well, 3 are amazing...one is average--yes, I'm either being modest, or picking a fight...you decide)

-have 15 grand-children (almost 16)

-have over 50 combined years of public education experience

-are FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) sponsors for Ockerman Middle School

-have been committed for 25 years to a weekly ministry to campers at East Fork Lake State Park and/or Kincaid Lake State Park with Campers for Christ (and are founder and president)

-have a great love for family (especially first-born sons)

-have a love for the outdoors

-love God with all they have

-love music

-have hearts to serve others

-are quick to give to anyone with a need

-only eat raw vegetables (well, at least one of them)

-have a son who can't find a picture of his parents anywhere on his computer, for some crazy reason

Oh, wait! I know a couple like that! Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! Thanks for being a great example to me and the many others who are privileged to have you as a part of their lives.

Love One Another

I got a letter last week. It was from a lady in California, who I knew from when I was in ministry there at Big Valley Grace Church. Her name is Joyce.
I had sent Joyce a letter and pictures of our kids, etc. a few weeks back--something I'd intended to do for quite some time, actually (like a year, actually), but the day that I finally did it, I knew that I needed to do it that day, for some reason. Her letter back explained to me why.
She was lonely. She was afraid. She needed God to let her know that He cared about her the day she got the letter. He came through, yet again (and always does).
See, Joyce had lost her husband, Norman, exactly one year ago to the day that she got the letter from me (I hadn't put that together at all). In fact, the entire month of May was just a scary time for her. I'm SO THANKFUL that I listened that day, and chose to obey the leading of the Spirit of God. I'm convinced that I miss it SO often....
Something really encouraging for me, while reading her 7 page, handwritten letter (wow--at least this retired school teacher has excellent penmanship!) was the fact that she's connected to a home church type setting, filled with people who love her and care about her, checking in with her on a regular basis. It's interesting how as we look back, we often see that God is placing people in our paths who will help us through what He knows we're about to encounter. The journey through the experiences together strengthen our love for one another, and ultimately builds our faith in God and His plan for our lives. Home churches are a great place for those things to happen. I'm thankful for mine. Maybe you should join us....