Today we celebrated my first son’s birthday.
He is now twelve years old and has his own circle of friends. He is just like me: a mind full of questions. Plus he loves to write. He writes beautiful poems and short stories like a professional novelist. I believe that is one of the talents that the Lord gave him. I ask myself: how can a little boy write like a professional novelist without any training? I can only praise God for this gift.
I remember the minute my son came into the world as a new-born baby. So cute. As his father, I will continue to watch over him until the day I return to the ground.
For his birthday, I pray that the Lord may keep him safe and protected in all circumstances, and that the Lord may keep watching over him as His eye is always on the sparrow.