4th, 4th, 4th

Saw this idea on a few other blogs and loved the idea. 4th picture in your 4th folder. I have folders in folders so I had to go one 4th farther just because of the way my pics are organized. Anyway, it took my to the year 2007. Tony was 3 years old. Gosh, he looks so young! I miss that baby face!!! Anyway, here is the picture taken February 1st.

I think we were using an electric toothbrush with Tony for the first time. Apparently he liked it because he smiled the whole time daddy brushed his teeth.

Such as simple post - it feels strange to just leave it like this. But here goes.........

As God sees him

I worry. I know I am not supposed to worry because of the love God has for me. My head knows this. My head knows God has the ultimate plan and no amount of worry, anxiety, fears, or tears will change the glorious plan God has for me or my children. Yet, I worry.

I think about Tony and the road he will go down as his life plays out. He is such a sweet little boy with not a mean bone in his body. He is the pitcure of innocence. Literally, he does not understand meanness. If someone was purposefully doing something to hurt him, it would be lost on him because "mean" is a concept he does not understand. At the same time, he lacks some of the social graces other children his age have developed. If he sees something he likes, he will try to take it (like he was a 2 year old). He does not pay attention to personal space - he sits and stands too close at times. His movements are awkward. He is non-verbal. So I worry.

I worry about how he will be recieved by other children. I worry about him making friends. I have heard, "I don't like Tony becasue..." from children and it breaks my heart. I am just glad it is something my baby boy does not comprehend. I worry.

I know God is watching over Tony and has a beautiful plan for him. Although I should know better by now, I still need reminders of God's love for His child.

So, just when I am beside myself with worry I hear stories from parents that lift my spirit and give me so much hope for Tony's future. "Emma is praying for Tony." "Adin prayes for Tony." "Carter talks about Tony and what he does at school everyday." "Audrey says she might want to marry Tony." "Lily just loves Tony." I am filled with hope to know there are these precious little children out there with the ability and willingness to see past Tony's shortcomings. This can only come from a loving God!

I feel these children have a gift to see beyond what is in front of them. How do they do it? Can they see Tony's spirit? How do they ignore and look past what others are blinded by? I don't know. But I hope it is a gift they never lose or ignore.

These children have blessed my life and provided yet another example of God taking care of me. God is so much larger than life, yet He works through these tiny people. How can I worry when God continually reminds me that He is taking care of His children? I can't. I know God will always provide Tony with someone who sees him as God sees him.