Take aim

Watching my 4 boys in their daily wrestling matches I was reminded of a Psalm I read a few days ago ...

Psalm 127:3 "Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth (30 is still youth right?!?!) Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them." (ok so some of you may not consider THREE exactly a full quiver! ;)

Brad and I talked about this verse on a recent date night and tried to come up with analogys of children and arrows. Brad came up with some very deep, thoughtful ones like "they have to be stored head down." and "they're not always the sharpest one in the quiver."

Yes, thanks dear. =P

But as we attempted to think it thru one thing came to us: Arrows are meant to fly. We can spend a lot of time trying to shape, groom, straighten and perfect our arrows but that's all useless if we just tuck them away in the quiver where they will be "safe". Another thing about arrows- they need an archer- someone willing to shoot them (ideally to the target!).

So as we sat eating our (oh so yummy) Chicken queso burrito - we pondered our 3 precious "arrows" and our target practice.

How blessed I am.