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We dedicate another baby today.  It's a day to dress up and take pics and have special cookies as we celebrate Easter and Graham Franklin McKelvey.  

As I was reading Scripture today, I came across Proverbs 3:6: 

In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."

That seems fitting for today.  Those are words we pray over all of our lovely babies as they grow and learn and find out who God really is.  My biggest hope for them is that they will have a confident, joyful relationship with Him and that they will live their lives serving and loving others.  

I am so grateful for our children who are raising their kids to know Jesus!  It isn't easy.  It requires constantly going against the direction the world is pushing them in, and never letting up.  It requires countless hours of prayer and patience and strength.  I know they are up for it - they come from a strong legacy of faith.

There is a battle going on for our babies' hearts, and today we commit to…
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Unfulfilled expectations are something I have struggled with before, and probably always will.  Anyone else?  

I don't think I really expected my life to be perfect or easy, because it didn't start out that way.  I did, however, have a plan and a goal and I headed toward that with everything I had.  I mean, ever since I was very young I had a picture in my head of what my "ideal" life would look like, and I orchestrated lots of details to make it happen.  

But..... what happens when life doesn't look like that?  Honestly, it feels like failure.  

In chapter 5, Jennie explains that "It is too easy in this country for blessings to become rights, for stuff and money to become what calls the shots in our lives.  And before we know it, God's gifts have replaced himself."  Wow.

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"anything" - (chapter 4)

Sure. We are abandoning the approval of others and getting our heart under control. 
Easy, right?  Is that even possible?

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