The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

lighthouse

Our Alma Mater

JMU's Wilson Hall against our beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

JMU

4th of July

Fireworks at the Nation's capital

4th of July

Generations

Our boy and Great Grandpa

Generations

On Top of the World

On the Mountain

Christmas Picture

The boys at our favorite Christmas tree farm

Boys

WWII Memorial

Posing with history

WWII Memorial

Baby with a Sun Hat

A lady on holiday...

Sun Hat

Let's Go Fly a Kite...

Flying our new kite at the beach

Kite

Beach Bums

Our guys checking out something in the sand

Beach Bums

The Sunset

Watching another beautiful soundside sunset

Momma watching the Sunset

Watching the Sunset

Watching the sunset over the Sound

Sunset

Moon over Arizona

Looking up at the moon from the mountains near Phoenix

Moon

Deep Thoughts

Contemplating the duck-pond

Deep Thoughts

Inside the Box

A moment of rest

In the Box

Gardening with Grandma

Helping to plant flowers

Planting

Not So Sure

Any idea what she is thinking?

Baby

Finding Comfort

Nothing like a thumb to suck and arms to hold you

The Brothers

Best of friends (most of the time)

Playing Coy

Our shy little lady

Daddy's Girl

Mommy & Her Girl

Christmas tree hunting

Woodcutters

Who gets to cut down the tree?

Sweet Siblings

Snuggles for a baby sister

Celebrating

The Big Three

Loving The Snow

Snow Bear

Watching

And obviously very entertained

Winter Fun

Sledding anyone?

Two Beauties

Mommy's favorite girl and favorite flower

Staying Cool In The Sun

Already a fashion plate

God’s Handiwork

Feb 17th, 2008 by angie | 3

The coughs wracked her tiny body tearing me from my slumber. Rasping cries as I tiptoe through the darkness to her room. Frantic arms stretching over her crib as she desperately reaches. I grasp her into the quietness of my embrace and she stills. In the dim glow of her nightlight I gaze at her features. This delicate beauty. Long eyelashes curling around closed lids. Little nose breathing steadily. Exquisite mouth whispering a hoarse, “wock, wock,” whenever the gentle swaying ceases. Pudgy cheek nestled into my arm. Folded hands clasped as if in prayer tucked under her chin. I see my hand next to hers, long fingers, thin and frail. She is part of me. Part of Brian. This beautiful molding fashioned by God. I am amazed. I wrap her in soft fleece as I place her in her bed. Gentle kisses and a hushed, “Love, love.” She is one of many gifts. My heart overflows.

For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You,
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book they all were written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
(Psalm 139:13-16)

3 Comments on “God’s Handiwork”


  1. Carrie B said:

    That is beautiful, Angie! Prayin for ya’ll.


  2. Jan Kok- said:

    Dear Angie, My niece took her little guy to the doctor this past week as he had a fever of 103/104, was sleeping ALL the time and his legs and arms hurt. He has a virus that has affected his heart. At the end of the week they did more blood work and took cultures from his sinus to send off to the lab~hopefully tomorrow they’ll know more and be able to treat him. How a mother’s heart aches when her little ones are suffering and you seem to be doing all you can do. That’s when mom’s need to be their child’s advocate and take them to the doctor and lift them up to Jesus, praying that your sweet little Audrey is recovering and will be running around again soon filling your home with red-headed laughter!


  3. Jan Kok- said:

    Hi again Angie,
    My nieces’ little guy apparently has mono. Very unusual for a child only 4 years old! She took him to the city park to play and he looked at the swings and said, “Can we just go home so I can take a nap?” Poor little guy! It will probably be a long time before he is his old self again. But, at least they know what it is and can now move on and deal with it. I keep thinking that you must not be doing well since it has been some time since you’ve posted on your blog. Extra prayers are going up for you!! I SOOOO wish there was something I could actually do for you…if I could, I would. Love you from clear across the US… Jan

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