We're in Mexico, Baby! Woo-Hoo!

Yup. We're relaxing in beautiful Cancun and enjoying the 'high life' at the Ritz. There's definitely nothing I could possibly complain about - the staff is friendly, the room is spacious, the food is delicious, and view is spectacular! We even have a private balcony overlooking the aqua waters of the Caribbean.

While taking in the view this morning, God reminded me of just how glorious He is. How amazing that God not only created the ocean out of nothing, but actually knows every wave that crashes to the shore. The sheer power of the water is intimidating to even the strongest of swimmers. I've observed men getting knocked down by waves that couldn't be any bigger than two feet. Yet, God's Son was given authority to not only walk on the water, but also to calm the waves. Think about that for a moment. Even sea walls and levees can't control the ocean, as we've seen in recent storms. What it must have looked like to the disciples as Jesus stood on that boat and stopped the storm! I pray that God continues to reveal Himself to me in such tangible ways!

A quick note about today's title: While we were on a cruise to Mexico a few years back we overheard an extremely intoxicated couple shout this drunken exclamation. Daryl and I have since used this as an inside joke when visiting Disneyland, San Antonio, and now that we're once again in Mexico we're saying it like it's going out of style (not too loudly though, as we don't want to be one of those tourists.)

Catching Up

Jack's 1st birthday

It's been about a year since our last update, and what a year it has been! It seems like just yesterday Jack was a helpless little baby and now he's a playful little boy, crawling and learning to walk. I feel like a proud mama blubbering at her sons graduation, "My baby's all grown up!" Well, he might not be ready for the 'real world' anytime soon, but I sure can see the milestones being met - like life's giant checklist.
After last week's 'chicken pops' invasion and the massive response I received from friends and family to update with photos, I've decided to commit to updating our blog. It's been sitting here patiently waiting for news to share and now I'm ready. Now then, don't hold your breath as I'm relatively new to blogging, but do expect to see recent photos and news at least monthly (I don't want to over do it!).

Jack "Thug" Miller

A Non-Procrastinator is Born

January 31, 2008...Jack Edward Miller was born. He weighed 6 lbs, 3 oz, and was 17" long. He was born at North Austin Medical Center, in room 9, then later moved to room 245 for the remainder of his stay. I love my son and am very grateful to God for this gift. I will revise this later. I'm tired.

It is my pleasure to introduce...Jack Edward Miller

So, there you have it. Deborah and I are having a Boy. As I write this, my excitement grows. Deborah and I have already started preparing his room and our plans for his college. (JK on the college). This news is so incredible. When her Opa found out we named Jack after him, he was honored and moved. I thank God for His grace in allowing us to become parents. I have wanted this for almost 20 yrs now. And when I found out our baby is a boy, it certainly makes me want to become a better man. I really have evaluated my priorities. I may have different feelings in the future, but for now I feel glad to have someone else to think about other than myself. Deborah and I are blessed. We pray that God's hand would be on our household as a whole, and on each one of us as we are transformed into God's image.

Boy or Girl?

So, Deborah and I find out tomorrow if our new baby is a boy or girl. People keep asking what we want. Isn't that the question everyone gets?

"So, what are you hoping for?" "Well, I don't know. I was hoping for a pot of gold to be delivered on March 1st, but I think we'll have to settle for a baby. Preferably human, but we would love it all the same!"

Think about it. My child is sitting there one day at the dinner table, and as I look at my son (in this case), I say "Son, did you know that before you were born, we REALLY hoped you would be a girl. Or pot o'gold. But, I guess you'll have to do....I love you son."

For serious, I am saying No Comment to that question. God has a plan for us. And He has a plan for our baby. I just hope I can be a good steward of what God has chosen by His sovereignty to bless Deborah and I with. I used to be so fearful that something would be abnormal with my child, but I sincerely trust that God has a plan. And with a wife like Deborah, with her heart of compassion and love, I have no doubt that our family will be taken care of.