JRaitz

It's no secret that I am crazy about my kids. I love them all. All 4 of them! Zach, my 4.5 year old, is probably the most like me. He is such a fun little guy...he just loves life and he goes after it every day. He is adventurous, he likes to get in trouble, he loves to sing and play the little guitar he used to have. And...he loves his daddy. I know all my kids love me. But, Zach just won't ever leave me alone. If I am working and he is at home with Tracie...all day long he asks when I will be home. Once I get home...he's right by my side. If I go to the bathroom...he sits outside the door. He's always by my side.

I have been thinking lately a lot about how much he tries to stay close to me. He really goes out of his way. He fights with his siblings to make sure he always sits by me at dinner. If I go to the store, he asks to come. If I sit on the couch...he cuddles up next to me. He's always there! You get the point.

I have been reading a fantastic book lately called Walking with God by John Eldridge. I was about half way through it before the fire took our house. And honestly as I was cleaning out the house and throwing everything away that was ruined...I looked for this book...It has meant a ton to me.

The tag line of the book is...Talk to Him, Hear from...Really. I think I do a pretty good job talking to God...but when it comes to listening or asking what He wants me to do...that's where I lack. I do a pretty good job teaching others how to walk with God, but when it comes to me always being by His side and being as close as I can...that's where I need help. And this book was really helping me. I lost the book in the fire. It was in the part of our bedroom that got hit by the fire and it was ruined. I went to our church bookstore last night and bought it and loved picking up where I left off this morning.

It's funny to me that my 4.5 year old is teaching me so much about Walking with God. My desire is to keep growing and learning how to talk to Him and Hear from Him and to just sit and be with my Father.