through Christ who gives me strength.” (Phil. 4:13).  

 This is what I was saying as the evenings events unfolded.  We went to soccer and then went out for a quick bite to eat with Grandma Barb and Papa Al.   As we were sitting in McDonald’s, Ben decides that he’s had “too much sugar and I’m sick”.  I figured he was just tired and that proved true when he fell asleep on the bench while we where all eating.  

Papa Al carries him out to the car and as he’s buckling Ben in, Ben pukes all over Papa Al.  He also pukes all over himself, his carseat and my car.    As Papa Al went and “walked it off” (trying not to puke also), I got Ben back settled into his carseat and we went on our way home.

 I’m not the puke parent in this family, Walter is, but Walter is gone this week so I have to deal, I have to be the puke parent.    So as we travel home, in the cold fall weather, with the heater full blast and the car windows down to keep the puke smell down to a minimum,  I kept repeating Philippians 4:13  – I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.   I know it’s true, I know He will, just as He has at other times.