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Wedding Bells...Again

The summer of 2010 holds an exciting day. A special day. One we will always remember. August 14. The day Jeff and Renae joined their lives together, declared their commitment to each other and to God. We feel so blessed to have children that choose to honor God with their lives and it is a blessing to watch their love for each other.

This summer will mark another exciting, memorable day for our family. On July 23, 2011 Steve and Kara will be united in marriage. Watching them grow and mature and their care for one another has been a delight; it is wonderful to watch a young couple not only plan their wedding but to plan their marriage.

As our kids were growing up, I prayed for their futures. For God's hand and wisdom to be upon them. For their hearts to be inclined to love Him. For the development of character that would make them godly loving husbands/wife. And for their future wives/husband , that God's hand would be upon them and that they too would be godly loving spouses. My prayers for my daughter remain the same as she finishes growing up.

Watching my kids mature and walk with God is so worth it all. It's the goal of raising them beginning even while they are in diapers...and learning to walk... or ride a bike...or read...God truly blesses parents through their children.

3 John 1:4 "I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth."



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  1. I love the verse and you are right that there is no greater joy than to see your children walk in truth. What a wonderful blessing our own kids have been and how thankful we are for them. Now to see our gradchildren is double blessing for sure. I remember Pastor Goode saying we will not really know how well our children do until we see our grandchildren. Thanks be to God for His incredible gifts. I love you mom

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  2. Thanks, Mom! We owe alot to our parent's teachings and especially God's grace! He takes unperfect parents (us) and through His grace and love despite our mistakes He leads our kids. I feel a "Yea, God!" coming on....

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