Joshua was born weighing 1 lb. 11 oz. He was 12 5/8 inches long.
His due date was January 7, 1995. His "did" date was September 18, 1994 - 3 1/2 months early.
His foot was as long as his mommy's thumb.
His daddy's ring fit over his four fingers.
He is now 14 years old. He is as tall as his mother and his father can wear his shoes.
When he was one week old the doctor explained all the medical issues that he could face: he could be blind, he could be deaf, he could have brain damage. We asked when we would know if he had brain damage. He said, "If, when he is 18 years old, he wants to go to A&M, you will know he is brain damaged."
Great pictures of a great kid! Thank you. What's up with people being down on A&M? Who was that DR. anyway? He won't get my business. 'Nuff said. See you tonight where I can embarrass Josh with a hug.
I beg to differ with your doctor (hehe), but I wouldn't keep him from attending UT, if that's where he really wants to go. Please take him to the A&M campus and the Twin City church before he makes his final decision. I never knew he was such a preemie. He was definitely one of the exceptions for back then. I know God worked through the staff to get him up and going.
Oh, wow, I guess I was too fast! Glynda had told me how tiny he was, but it's hard to imagine until you see the pictures with her thumb and your ring as reference points! Wow! God be praised! :D
We all know the parable of the Talents in Matthew 25. One
of the servants was afraid to put his talent to use and
was rebuked by his master. I want to put a little twist to
the parable so that we might examine ourselves. Instead of
being afraid to use his talent, what if he was just satisfied
with the talent he had? To make the point, do we become
complacent in our ability to serve and cease striving to
improve that we might serve better.
For example, have you ever known a song leader who does a
less than adequate job although he may have the ability to do
better? If approached concerning his leadership he
responds, "Well that just the way I do it." He is satisfied
with his effort (or lack thereof) and does not strive to
improve.
Imagine a teacher whose teaching style is drab and dry and
leads more to slumber than edification. If approached he
responds, "Well, that's my style of teaching." There seems to
be no concern as to whether it is effective or not. He is
satified with his level of competence.
I realize that everyone has different abilities and perhaps
capabilites, however, everyone can improve if they so desire.
I am sure that many of our finest teachers, song leaders, etc.
did not begin that way. They had a desire to do better and so
worked at developing and improving their talents.
So how does one improve? Let me give some suggestions:
1. Develop a desire to do better.
2. Find someone who can give you an honest and contructive critique.
3. Evaluate yourself.
4. Set a goal. (Example: learn to get the correct pitch)
5. Observe those who do a good job and try to incorporate
what they do right into your style. (When I was a teenager
and realised that I would be a bass singer I began sitting
near a good bass in the congregation and listened to him
while singing and watching the music. I soon learned to
read music and sing on my own.)
6. Practice new techniques until they become "natural".
7. Most important: keep in mind that you are serving God and
He demands our best.
I know others will have more suggestions but I hope this will help us all to grow.
This is a good post! BTW, thanks for the tip on links--I wondered why the names had the " " around them, but I didn't try to actually link to any of them. Oops!
I took a flag to a pawn shop
For a broken guitar
I took a flag to a pawn shop
How much is that guitar
I took a flag to a pawn shop
I Got me that guitar
What's a flag in a pawn shop to me?
I Saw a man on the TV
In a mask with a gun
A man on the TV
He had a ten-year old son
I Saw a man on the TV
His son had a gun
He says that he's coming for me
I never loved the soldier until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor
I only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I Never cherished Freedom
Freedom never cries.
I Wrote a song for a dead man
To settle my soul
A song for a dead man
Now I'll never grow old
I Wrote a song for a dead man
Now I'm out in the cold
What's a song to a dead man to me?
I never loved the soldier until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor
I Only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I Never cherished Freedom
Freedom never cries...
You can cry for her
Die for her
Lay down your life for her
Kiss and wave Goodbye to her
Anything at all
You can cry for her
Die for her
Make up your mind to her
Anything at all
There's a baby on the doorstep
Wailing away
There's a baby on the doorstep
Longing for the day
There's a baby on the doorstep
Who'd give his life to take
A flag to a pawn shop
A flag to a pawn shop
Hey Jamie! I have a vivid memory of college days when I heard you sing "Little Bunny Foo Foo" for several of us. First time I'd ever heard it. Do you remember that? :)
Great to see you and Glenda last week, be with Josh this week, and then see Joseph TODAY!! What a fine looking young man. Where did that little homesick kid go?
