Clay

Street had his parent commitment this past Sunday at our church. I couldn't wait to see what they would come up with for the meaning of his name, and as I expected they used the meaning of his middle name "Michael". It means "like unto the Lord". I like to think that Street's name means light. For some reason I am always thinking about him being a light unto this world and rocking him to sleep with "This little light of mine." He's definitely a light in our lives!

He looked so handsome in his little sweater.

Last week we saw a geneticist at Texas Children's Hospital and we really liked her. She actually showed some compassion and general interest in Price. Of course, her opinions on what Price might have were just devastating. They are degenerative conditions, most with a very shortened life-span. Nathan and I listened, I asked a ton of questions, and she told us she would talk to an expert radiologist about the findings on Price's MRI and get back to us. We left there calm and discussed what she had said on our car ride home. No one should ever have to discuss the possibility of losing a child to some devastating disease. How humbled we are. We just prayed and once again offered up our son's life to the Lord. His will, His plan, His perfection.

We had an email from the geneticist yesterday saying that the radiologist does NOT think Price has a leukodystrophy (a degenerative disorder that destroys the myelin in the brain). Basically, everything the geneticist had offered as a possibility was ruled out by this radiologist and she was unsure of what was causing the changes in Price's brain. (They are very subtle changes but still changes.) I finished reading her email and thanked the Lord and laughed. Yes, I laughed. Laughed because of course they do not know what's going on with Price. Never has one thing a doctor said to us been right. Not once.

I was reading my devotional today and it discusses the verse, "Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand." (Jeremiah 18:6). It talks about how we are involved in a life-long art project. We want our lives to turn out the best possible way for us and we are diligent craftsmen. We want the perfect family, the perfect job, etc. However, there is a craftsman more skilled than us. If we would trust Him to shape us into something more beautiful, He would. He has a grander vision of beauty than we do. The work of the Potter is not a comfortable process most of the time, but the finished product is glorious. We must trust Him completely because there is nothing more beautiful than His artwork. {Worship the King by Chris Tiegreen}

We are trusting!