Today Laura Marie is one and a half. Happy birthday-and-a-half, sweet baby girl!
You Are God’s Idea
Yesterday I was listening to a podcast featuring Matt Chandler, preacher at The Village Church in the Dallas area. He said four simple words that are so profound I’ve not been able to stop mulling it over. He said, “You are God’s idea.”
Of course, I already knew that God made me and that He made me unique. But I never really thought about the fact that I’m His idea. I mean, this morning I made a cup of coffee, but I didn’t come up with the idea of coffee. God not only made me, but my very existence is His idea. There were already billions of people on the planet, but none of them were me, and in His mind God conceived the idea of me and then made me. My height, my complexion, the color of my eyes and the shape of my nose… my strengths, weaknesses, the things that make me laugh and the things that make me nervous… all of this was God’s idea! I originated in His mind.
This insight gives much more meaning to Psalm 139:13-15: “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.”
Think about it: You are God’s idea.

Toilet Paper Halloween Costumes
Me: So what were you for Halloween?
Four-year-old 1: I was going to be a mummy covered in toilet paper, but I changed my mind.
Four-year-old 2: I was going to be a behind covered in toilet paper, but I changed my mind.

Little Miss Uh Oh!
Carolyn and I are in for some trouble.
Yesterday our one-year-old daughter climbed up onto the couch, stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, smiled, and then spent about five minutes practicing her fake cry in the mirror.
I’m not really sure that one-year-olds should be doing that. Maybe I should get a headstart now on reading up on raising a teenage daughter.
By the way, her little friend Eli has been trying to warn me about her: Every time he hears her name, he says, “Uh oh!”
