Well, for those of you hearing this for the first time, Hannah and Nick are engaged
to be married. Susie has been praying for God to bring Hannah a Christian husband
all of Hannah's life. (She prays the same for Sarah.) I, on the other hand, have
prayed for three characteristics in a husband for Hannah. They are (1) He must
love God; (2) He must love Hannah; (3) He should laugh at my jokes. If he played
golf, that would be a bonus.
Let me tell you about Nick Brown. He is a senior at K-State and Manhattan
Christian College. He is (according to Hannah) smarter than Hannah. Hannah
once described him as "the smartest man she knows." I had problems with that on
several levels, but that is for another day. Here are three things I know about
Nick:
(1) Nick loves God. I know that because I know Nick. I know that by watching him
interact with his parents. I know that because of the way he treats Hannah, and I
know that because I have heard him pray. Nick loves God
(2) Nick loves Hannah. I know that because I have watched him and how he treats
Hannah. I know that because Hannah has told me, and I know that because I asked
him if he loves her, and he said yes.
(3) Nick laughs at my jokes. Now, I know what you are thinking...of course he
laughs at my jokes. He is making sure he stays on my "good side." Two things you
need to know. Nick will always be on my good side, because he loves my daughter, and
I am a funny guy. My nephew John Troutt told me so.
I told Nick, and I will tell you who are reading this. If there was a room full of men,
and I/We could choose the right man for Hannah, we would choose Nick.
I thought you might want to know...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Labor Day Weekend With The Girls
And the boys. That has a different ring to it, but it sounds pretty good.
Our two daughters were here for the weekend. That's pretty normal, as far as it goes. We have have spent many weekends with the girls. Hannah is twenty-two and Sarah is twenty-one. (I have an earlier entry that poses the question "When did they grow up?", so we will not re-explore that this evening.) What was different this time was it was not just the girls. No, this time, each of the girls brought a boy with them. Rather, they each brought a man with them.
We went to church together. Now, I know that other people have grown children, too. In fact, Sunday morning our family (and guests) sat directly behind the pastor's family. But I have to tell you, I think everyone was looking at our two beautiful girls (and their friends). What a great day, to have us all together in worship.
That evening we went to the Ponderosa. I have written about my friends with the six children before. They have a beautiful piece of land upon which they have built a home. They invited us, along with several other friends, out for the afternoon/evening. It was freshly mowed, and looked as pretty as I have seen it. There was even fresh gravel on the drive. We spent time with Christian friends, and it was a pretty diverse group. A CFO, and architect, an entrepreneur in the truest sense, an undertaker, a DVM, two school teachers, and others. A diverse group that shares a common faith in Jesus Christ. We ate hamburgers, hot dogs, and Cheetos. There were other chips, but they were only chips. Cheetos (say it together) is cheese that goes crunch!
Our friends have a horse that hasn't been ridden a lot. One of the individuals in attendance volunteered that he "used to ride bulls." He proceeded to gently coax the horse to let him ride her. One of my other friends and I agreed that there are people that will get on a horse that hasn't been ridden a lot, and then there are the rest of us. Used to ride bulls? Please...
Today, our family got up and ate breakfast together. Waffles, bacon, orange rolls (those were for me). We all ate at the same time, and let me tell you something I observed. Boys eat more than girls. A lot more. We had a good time sharing food together.
Our girls are grown. They still listen to us, to me, but I try not to tell them too much. They know how to make decisions. Sometimes they ask the questions, but I think it is to be polite. They are better at making decisions than we are. They do let us be involved, though.
As I sat in church, and as we spent time at the Ponderosa, and then as we were at the house today I thought to myself, maybe this is what holidays will be like in days, years to come. I hope so. Susie, me, our girls, and Christian men sharing time together in God's house and in our home. We couldn't ask for much more than that.
By the way, I was ready to ride the horse if nobody else stepped up. I just thought I should tell you that.
Our two daughters were here for the weekend. That's pretty normal, as far as it goes. We have have spent many weekends with the girls. Hannah is twenty-two and Sarah is twenty-one. (I have an earlier entry that poses the question "When did they grow up?", so we will not re-explore that this evening.) What was different this time was it was not just the girls. No, this time, each of the girls brought a boy with them. Rather, they each brought a man with them.
We went to church together. Now, I know that other people have grown children, too. In fact, Sunday morning our family (and guests) sat directly behind the pastor's family. But I have to tell you, I think everyone was looking at our two beautiful girls (and their friends). What a great day, to have us all together in worship.
That evening we went to the Ponderosa. I have written about my friends with the six children before. They have a beautiful piece of land upon which they have built a home. They invited us, along with several other friends, out for the afternoon/evening. It was freshly mowed, and looked as pretty as I have seen it. There was even fresh gravel on the drive. We spent time with Christian friends, and it was a pretty diverse group. A CFO, and architect, an entrepreneur in the truest sense, an undertaker, a DVM, two school teachers, and others. A diverse group that shares a common faith in Jesus Christ. We ate hamburgers, hot dogs, and Cheetos. There were other chips, but they were only chips. Cheetos (say it together) is cheese that goes crunch!
Our friends have a horse that hasn't been ridden a lot. One of the individuals in attendance volunteered that he "used to ride bulls." He proceeded to gently coax the horse to let him ride her. One of my other friends and I agreed that there are people that will get on a horse that hasn't been ridden a lot, and then there are the rest of us. Used to ride bulls? Please...
Today, our family got up and ate breakfast together. Waffles, bacon, orange rolls (those were for me). We all ate at the same time, and let me tell you something I observed. Boys eat more than girls. A lot more. We had a good time sharing food together.
Our girls are grown. They still listen to us, to me, but I try not to tell them too much. They know how to make decisions. Sometimes they ask the questions, but I think it is to be polite. They are better at making decisions than we are. They do let us be involved, though.
As I sat in church, and as we spent time at the Ponderosa, and then as we were at the house today I thought to myself, maybe this is what holidays will be like in days, years to come. I hope so. Susie, me, our girls, and Christian men sharing time together in God's house and in our home. We couldn't ask for much more than that.
By the way, I was ready to ride the horse if nobody else stepped up. I just thought I should tell you that.
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