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Watching Squirts throw a ball – or anything else – is like watching a physics experiment in kinetic energy. The act of launching the object from his hand involves some aspect of every visible part of his body. As his right hand pulls back with the ball, his left arm juts out with a fist curled under. His tongue sticks out in one direction or another, often giving away the final destination of the object in question. His eyes either squeeze shut or bulge open. And at the last moment his left leg lifts and swings in an awkward arch in an attempt to make the ball fly as far as possible.

If he could raise both legs at the same time, he’d probably give it a shot.

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“Look at this Daddy!”

Standing in the backyard, I turn to see what Squirts wants to show me, and respond with appropriately faked enthusiasm, “Wow, it’s a grasshopper Squirts!”

“Yeah, and it’s dead!”

“Wow, and it’s dead Squirts!”

“Yeah, but look, it’s still has all its parts,” Squirts says as he holds up the small, fully intact, dried-up grasshopper.

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[My wife DeDe has more faith in her little finger than I can muster in my whole arm some days. Add to that that she has more talent in her little fingernail than I have in my whole body, and it almost doesn't seem fair. The only thing that makes it OK is that she recognizes her faith and talent as gifts from God, and she happily shares them to glorify God's name. This week, she wrote a beautiful and insightful article for her church newsletter. I asked for her permission to include it on SoulSquirts as a guest post. She said yes! So, enjoy!]


To those who say, “Let God hurry, let him hasten his work so we may see it. Let it approach, let the plan of the Holy One of Israel come, so we may know it.” – Isaiah 5:19

This past week I had the privilege of going to a quilt show that my mother-in-law helped put together. Quilting is not something I am great at, but I am totally amazed by what these ladies do with fabric and thread. My mother-in-law had been working on this beautiful quilt for months, and I mean months. Last year, at this time we were at the lake house and she had this tiny piece of material about the size of a half dollar. She spent hour after hour on pieces that same size. We would be together a few weeks later and she would be working on a different piece, but it was still just an individual, tiny, half dollar-size piece of material.

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