Michael, Paul and Grace

It seems like just yesterday that I used to plunk these three into a huge, white bathtub and let them splash and play before we took them out of the tub and rubbed them dry. Then we rubbed vasoline on them from head to toe before zipping them up snug in their sleepers. It is a sweet memory.

Today, my youngest son Paul made me very proud. After school all three tried out for the Rosslyn Swim Team. Two of them made it. At the end of the try out each child ran to the coach and was told "yes" or "no". Paul came running back with a grin on his face and I had relief in my heart. He had tried hard and was pretty good for a child with no training - after all isn't that what they will get in Elementary School Swim? He congratulated others and then came to us and told us "I didn't make it". His lip quivered and he blinked a lot. When friends called out "Hey Paul, did you make it?" He called back with a strong voice "No". "Oh, sorry man, sorry you didn't make it" was the genuine reply from his good friends. In fact all his friends made it along with his sister and brother. That hurts.

Today my son took a great disappointment with grace and with the heart of a man. We look forward to seeing what the Lord has instore for him that is uniquely Paul.