Another week of Eliot! He jumped up on the scales and proved what the pictures have been revealing all along. He tipped the scales at 8 lbs. 14.oz. This weight gain is quite an accomplishment.
Seven more birthday parties. Seven more baths. Seven more days with our son.
Arkansas whipped Auburn this week. Therefore, Eliot's friend Claire reluctantly donned her razorback gear in order to keep up her part of a bet. If you have not made it to Claire's site, I encourage you to read about her life and lay your eyes on one upset lady. In order to appease a woman's scorn- and much to his mother's dismay- Eliot opted to put on his blue and orange.
Eliot has had quite a few new readers. Here's some pointers for the new folks:
- New posts typically on Wednesday.
- Check the archives in order to learn of Eliot's condition.
- Feel free to comment. We have been encouraged.
Eliot's life is always teaching. Ever instructing. Gently nudging observers to truth.
Our world is one in which we all strive for control. Everyone possesses a plan. Sure, some hang on more tightly than others, but, to some extent, we all desire to influence our circumstances. When something is wrong, we act. We do something to fix the problem. This all comes very naturally- if hungry then eat, if tired then sleep. You get the idea. Early on, one learns that his actions can determine the outcome.
This system works quite nicely, and I like the sound of it. It's so American. The "pull yourself up by the bootstraps", self-made man mentality that our grandfather's tried to pass on to us.
Everyone is afraid to admit that they do not have a plan. I love asking college freshman what their plans are. They've got it all mapped out. We crave control; and at the least we desire the appearance of being in control.
Eliot has managed to shatter our illusion of control. We can do nothing. Our utter dependence on the Lord is glaring. He's sick...so we take him to the doctor. They can do nothing. It's a helpless, powerless place that we are in. But, truth be known, this reality is where we have always dwelled. Eliot just helped us realize.
I am thankful that we know the one that controls. This is not always comforting. For His ways are not my ways, and I want my way. All I can do is trust Him. And with Eliot I've begun to see that His ways are better and He is worthy of trust.
"Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation?
Tell me, if you understand." Job 38:4
This week ushered in both the lowest and highest points of our son's journey as of yet. We, honestly, are not prepared to reveal specifics, but suffice it to say that describing Eliot's life as a miracle just may be an understatement. Eliot is with us, and we are overjoyed.
Matt & Ginny Mooney