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by Luke KincaidSeth woke up in the early hours of this morning because of a nasty stomach bug. Cammie and I were half asleep as we cared for our amazing little guy. After Cammie changed him I began rinsing his bedding in the bathroom sink and then got his bed ready for him to go back to sleep. For the rest of the night Cammie slept next to him as his nausea woke him up multiple times. I found much encouragement from Psalm 121 this morning in that while we were trying our best to care for our son, God was caring for all of us: I lift my eyes toward the mountains.Where will my help come from?My help comes from the Lord,the Maker of heaven and earth.He will not allow your foot to slip;your Protector will not slumber.Indeed, the Protector of Israeldoes not slumber or sleep.The Lord protects you;the Lord is a shelter right by your side.The sun will not strike you by dayor the moon by night.The Lord will protect you from all harm;he will protect your life.The Lord will protect your coming and goingboth now and forever. We can be reminded of the fact that God is the source of the help that we need when we pause, look up, and acknowledge Him in any situation. He is the One who we can always depend on because he does not sleep or slumber. And even when we are exhausted and trying our best in difficult situations, He is always there to strengthen us! Much love,Luke

by Caryl MollChristmas 1967 is etched in my memory....I was 8 years old and filled with the childish anticipation of Christmas morning. My parents were still asleep and the sun was only just rising behind the farm's mountain.I sneaked out of bed and tiptoed down the dimly lit passage towards the family room in our old farm house. That's where the Christmas tree was...Did Father Christmas come last night? Did he bring my bear? Did he get my letter?I peeped around the corner and gasped when I saw the wrapped presents under the little Christmas tree.But it was disappointment that gripped me. There were only a few little gifts under our tree. Tears welled as I stared at them. I didn't want little ones. I only wanted ONE gift....one BIG one!"They are too small" I whispered to the little dog at my side. "I want a BIG Teddy bear! One that I can sit on," I lamented. "Those presents are all far too small!"I had a friend at the time - Sherryl - who lived in the local village. She had a HUGE Teddy Bear like the one I wanted. It filled the corner of her bedroom. When I visited her, we would take turns to sit on the big bear's lap and read story books. He was a beautiful bear - huge and cuddly - and a regular visitor to my childish dreams. I really wanted a big bear like Sherryl's.But the gifts under the tree, that Christmas morning, did not hold any hope. I turned my back on them and ran to wake my parents. Tears streamed down my face. It was not the Christmas I'd anticipated.---xXx---54 years later...I now understand what my parents sacrificed in order to afford that small, wrapped bear that lay under that tree that Christmas morning. They weren't exactly rich. In later years, I finally understood that they had saved for many months to gift me my little "Teddy".My childish response was understandable at the time, but must have hit them really hard. My father particularly, because he'd bought "Teddy" for me.Today "Teddy" is priceless - he's an heirloom waiting for a future generation. He's seen many seasons and endured some serious injuries too - including a dog that had taken a liking to his paw. Yes, "Teddy" is priceless...A couple of weeks back I finally plucked up the courage to give him his long awaited surgery. He had a bath too.Welcome home "Teddy"! With love, in ChristCaryl