My boys

Saturday, December 13, 2008

When I was in college, I helped taking care of 3 boys (6 years old, 3 years old, and 6 months old). The dad was suffering from brain tumor and died shortly after being diagnosed. I knew the family from my roommate. She went to the same church as the family. I end up going to their place often to help out for about a year before I got married and moved to California. 

The oldest boy, Franklin, was the ring bearer on our wedding. The mother found me on, so we start contacting each other again. I looked at the picture of the boys and couldn't believe my eyes. The youngest boy, Freeman, whom I used to carry to sleep has grown to be such a tall and big young man. 

O... how time flies.... I asked the mom if they still remember me and I am overjoyed when she wrote: "Off course, very fondly and very well." Our God is an awesome God indeed. He takes care of His children just like King David wrote in Psalm 23:1 "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want." The three boys grow up to be three fine young men. Praise be to God who provide their physical, emotional, and spiritual need.