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Gabriel
Gabriel, September 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009 05:00

It is not a rarity in my day that Gabriel will run in to tell me something one of his sisters has done. A few days ago, as I was washing and folding clothes in the laundry room, in darts this energetic little boy from the garage with only his shorts on with vivid eagerness clothing his face. “Mommy, Anais needs a spanking!” in great excitement he announces.

“Oh, really! Remember, Mommy and Daddy decide the punishments, don’t we?” I respond.

“Lek.” (meaning yes)

“What did Anais do to deserve a spanking anyway?” I asked

“I forgot, but it was really, really bad,” he answered enthusiastically.

“So was it . . . ,” I began to prompt.

“Oh, I remember. It was me. I did it. I need the spanking,” he remembered. Laughter was brimming over inside me, yet I had to keep it in.

“And what did you do darling?” I questioned.

Squinting his face and tilting his head, “Well, I spit on Anais and punched her,” he stated.

“Oh, that was not very nice, was it darling? What do you think I should do?” I asked.

“You should spank me,” he said matter of factly.

Just then Anais and Hannah scurried into the room. “Mommy, Gabriel spit on me!” Anais accused.

“I know darling, Gabriel told me.” I responded

“But Mommy he hit me too,” Anais added.

“Yes, he told me that too,” I reassured her.

A little dumb founded she stumbles, “heee did?”

“Yes darling he did. He also said he needed a spanking so if you’ll excuse me,” I answered.

Gabriel set the punishment, so I honored his request. Two light spankings were given followed by a cuddle and prayer to keep with my routine. With tears welling in my eyes and joy welling in my heart, I prayed for this precious boy God has given to me, “Dear Father, Thank you that Gabriel told me the truth and even realized that he deserved a punishment for treating Anais in a wrong way. Please teach Gabriel how much You love him and then I pray that Your love would set him free to love others deeply. Thank you for this sweet little boy; I love him so much. In Jesus name.”

“I love you Mommy. You’re my best mommy in the whole world,” Gabriel joyously announced.

“I love you too darling! You are precious to Mommy,” I shared. “Is there something you would like to do?”

“Lek. Tell Anais sorry,” He said and ran out of the bathroom to Anais.

When I came out of the bathroom Anais questioned me again in astonishment that Gabriel had confessed all by himself. “I am sorry he spit on you and hit you. That was not nice of him,” I shared with her as I held her close.

This brought back a memory I had of Talitha about 14 years ago. I cannot remember all the details, but she had done something wrong and when I asked her what I should do, she said quite remorsefully, “Mommy I did wrong. I need a spanking.” She did this many times and each time I was humbled by her repentant heart and sincerity. I have never had any of our children do this until this moment with Gabriel. God was encouraging me that He was at work in my little boy. It is God that teaches us that we are a sinner and we deserve to be punished, yet Jesus took that punishment for us and gives forgiveness to us as a gift if we will only accept it. I earnestly pray Gabriel and little Josiah will accept Jesus as their Savior, trusting in Him alone to free them from sin, Satan, and death and freeing them to live a life for God’s glory.

 
Gabriel, April 2008
Tuesday, 08 April 2008 15:17

ImageThis darling little boy keeps me laughing and sometimes crying.

Gabriel delights in his little brother Josiah. Often he tries to wrestle our helpless four month old infant. A few times he has picked him up out of his car seat-Thank goodness for carpet!!! Once he tried to run out of our bedroom with him and down the hall to show the girls that he could carry him. We caught him at our door. So the other day as the girls and I were praying downstairs we heard Josiah began to stir. Gabe heard him too and ran up to be with him. I thought we could finish in a moment and then go check on him, for Gabe had NOT tried to pick him up in some time. All the sudden we hear something that sounded like Josiah struggling for air. If I were Superman I would have flown up the stairs and I nearly did anyways. I burst into my room to find our sweet three year old sitting at the foot of his baby brother’s car seat with baby brother smiling up at me undisturbed. Directly behind me, rushed in the girls. Gabe looked upon us with surprise. “Me watch Jolili (as he calls him) Mommy.” We all laughed to see him sitting so innocently and patiently waiting for us to come pick Josiah up. Gabe just wanted to be near him.

He has been rather emotional since we have been here in Colorado. His grief has been delayed as well it seems. Gabriel speaks of Talitha often. “Mommy”, he will say, “I miss Titi (he calls her). Me want her come home.”

“Talitha can’t come home sweet heart, but one day we will all join her in heaven and never be separated again. I can’t wait for that day!” I reply.

The other day I was sharing with him about our friend going to heaven. He forthrightly says, “Titi in heaven!”

"You’re right, Talitha’s in heaven darling.” I respond.

Sometimes he’s mad at God. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes it is a matter of fact. Sometimes he likes God. My prayer is that through Talitha’s death we will all, without exception, be eternally minded with a deeper love for God and understanding than what ever was possible without our loss of her.