Today is the 11th birthday of my middle. I call him my birthday present. He was born the day before my birthday. It was a normal pregnancy and birth and though we had a bit of a scare when he first was born (blood sugar crash) he's beautiful and healthy.
And we are celebrating today - he got Wii Sports Resort and a Blue (his favorite color) Wii controller with Wii motion plus. He is one happy boy. A little disappointed that Phil Mickleson didn't win the US Open but he enjoyed following the tournament.
But first we had to get through yesterday....
Yesterday we had to say goodbye to a huge part of our lives for the past twelve years. Not only was he our Pastor - he was and is our dear friend - part of our family. We named our youngest after him. After thirteen years, our Pastor is going to another church tomorrow - on my birthday. Part of me is pouting and glaring at God much like one of my kids when something happens they don't like and another part of me is rejoicing.
Our Pastor is an amazing human being. He loves everyone. He promotes an environment where people are taken as they are - just like Jesus did. That is not to say that wrongs are glossed over and ignored. He preaches the Word of God and does not stray from it while infusing it with the love of Jesus. And he is one of the most humble people I have ever known. If it were freezing he would hand you the shirt off his back without a hesitation. He would give you the last bite of food he had. I am honored to have known him and his wife - who would take up a whole other entry as I strive to be her when I grow up.
He grew up as I did - in the deep south. Racial prejudice is still alive here I am sad to say. But he didn't think people should be judged as Martin Luther King Jr said - '...by the color of their skin, but the content of their character.' He was and is shy. His own struggles growing up helped him - and later me - have compassion and understanding when our boys were diagnosed. He was there - for two births, three diagnosis, my surgery, the death of my father, the near death of my mother, four baptisms (me, the boys), and he renewed mine and my husband's vows. He helped us through hard financial times, rejoiced with us in happy times, taught me to love the Word of God and how to study it. Because of he and his wife I am a better person, a better Christian, a better mother and a much better wife.
It was with great weeping and wailing and gnashing of the teeth that we let him go yesterday after his last sermon. His official move is tomorrow. I pray the church that receives him and his wife know the jewels they are getting. I'm sure God is directing his steps and Pastor is merely following His call.
When I was little I didn't go to church much and when I did the Pastors terrified me. They seemed untouchable and didn't want to be bothered with the kids. Oh, I am so glad my boys had a Pastor who lived what Jesus said, 'Let the little ones come to me... and don't impede them...'
I love you my friends. God Bless, God speed. You are faithfully in my thoughts and prayers and I treasure the twelve years we spent together. Go, and be as the butterfly.