Noah is one year old! There's not a whole lot that I can say about my boy - I love him. The pictures can tell the story of just what type of a boy he is. God has truly blessed us with him. I hope that this little video blesses you.
Happy birthday buddy.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
July 4 Weekend
Micah's badges of play and eating on his birthday.
the 4th edition of the Johnson Family Disc Golf Tourney.
There are many fun and funny things things to say about this particular game, but lets just say that how you played the game is only half of the fun and maybe 1/10 of the funny memories.
(Uncle) Ezra teaching his nephew and niece things that...well, things that an uncle will teach, but not a dad or mom.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Happy Cinco de Mayo (almost)
No real description here is necessary... It's Noah!
This picture caught Micah in mid kiss/hug of his brother. He's a pretty kind and sweet little boy.
A whole lot-a family.
Great-Grandpa Harold and Great Grandma Dorothy with the boys.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
a random Tuesday
Micah enjoys when we go out to eat. He is even very proper about it when he requests that we go out, "Can we go to the restaurant?"
His favorite places to eat are McDonald's (because it is next to the Children's Museum), Perkins (seen here), and 'Pote ley (chipotle) even though he doesn't eat anything there, he likes saying the name.
I took some time to really get some good "action" shots of Noah today. It's pretty hard to catch him in action because he's sooooo fast. It could be that he's either to fast or that he doesn't do much of anything because he's...3 months old...hmmm.
Well, Steph & I are doing well. We've all had a bit of a cold over the past few weeks (Micah & Noah included), but we're holding up.
We recently put Micah into the Preschool class at church for Sunday school and Children's church. He's almost too young for it, but his teachers tell me that he listens and interacts very well (even if his attention span is shorter than some of the rest of the class).
Noah is getting bigger (way bigger) and bigger every day, it seems. I was asked (I can't remember by whom) if any differences in personality are able to be seen yet. To my amazement, there is one drastic thing... Micah always, ALWAYS, had to have his nuk (plug, pacifier, that weird plastic thing that babies suck on) and Noah never wants his unless he's trying to sleep.We do have one general prayer request that I want to pass along to you, and that is this: We are really trying to figure out when would be the best time and in what capacity I would begin actual Seminary. I've been (and will continue to) working on Biblical languages (Greek now, Hebrew next) but my actual graduate schooling has not begun. I feel (now more than ever) that I need to do this and I feel a burden to study and teach the Word boldly and faithfully. The only problem is...when, how, and where. We appreciate your prayers on this one.
I hope these pictures and info find you all well. Have a great random Tuesday!
Friday, March 10, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Belated Pics of the kids
For some reason, we have never been to the great, the awesome "CHUCK E CHEESE'S" with Micah before, but...we didn't until last month.He had such a fun time riding the Bob the Builder and Barney cars.
Bob the Builder has been his favorite character even before he even knew anything about the show. Now, he loves to sing the theme song.
This is a picture of Noah sitting in the arms of his Great Great Aunt Shirley (my father's mother's brother's wife).1
This is Micah at the fun Chuck E Cheese's playing a version of Whack-A-Mole. He didn't really get the concept,but he had a good time.
1 There was a subtle reference to Spaceballs. And anyone who knew that before reading this...I am so sorry for you.
No New PIcs
Sorry for no new pictures on for so long. No excuses. Setph & I are going to work on it now...better....
Sorry.
More pics coming soon.
Sorry.
More pics coming soon.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
I received a phone call tonight.
This phone call was one of those that you expect, but none the less dread. My grandfather has been sick with serious cancer for many years. We knew that this would come - actually, we thought that it would've come a few years ago (praise and thanks to God that it didn't!) - but knowing it would happen and the actual event are very, very different.
I remember being at college when I heard for the first time that grampa had level 4 cancer. I had known and loved my grandparents for as long as I can remember, and so news of this dire nature was shocking and very sad. I can remember when I was a kid and going to visit, working in the wood shop, going to the coffee shop (I had a soda or juice), building tree forts, feeding the sheep, playing in the hayloft and so many more great memories made possible and influenced by my grandpa and grandma Johnson.
Upon hearing the news that he had cancer (7 or 8 years ago, now), I had one big...HUGE, concern: Was grampa saved? If he died and went on to eternity, would he be in the presence of Christ, or would he be cast off into eternal perdition where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth?
I was asking myself this question, and I realized that I didn't know for sure what the answer was. I mean, I knew that he is and always has been a good man, a nice and kind man, a helpful man - but that doesn't mean anything, necessarily. I know that hell is filled with "good" men and women, even kind and helpful men and women.
I was so concerned about grampa that one night I called my parents, and I did something for the first time ever in my life. I "told" my father that he "needed" to talk with grampa to find out where he was - spiritually. I actually think that I told my dad something like, "If you don't talk to grampa about this, I will!" Now, I think that my dad graciously listened to my heartfelt request, and then told me that he had recently had just such a conversation with his folks and that because of the answers that were given (along with the testimony of the rest of their lives) he was very confident that the faith of my grandparents was a true and saving faith.
I was, and am, very confident in my father's prognosis - there is no man alive today that I know who I trust more deeply in genuine insight and wisdom when it concerns genuine faith and the Word of God than my father, and there is good reason for this (but I will not go into that now). I think that this investigation into the faith of my grandparents by my father was a turning point in a lot of ways. The most obvious change was that now, both of my grandparents had more open and visible spiritual lives. This was a refreshing change from the very private faith that they had had for as long as I had known them. It was great to hear my grandparents talk about the bible studies that they were in, and what they were learning!
So, here I am.
Tonight, I found out that my Grampa Johnson died today at 5 PM .
I loved my grampa. He was one of the most generous and loving men that I have ever known. He also was very giving and creative. He was a great craftsman. In his retired years he taught himself how to weave wicker baskets and make all sorts of little, useful items for around the house. I'll never forget the two most special things that he made for me.
In the summer of 1998 I asked Grampa if he (or we) could make a chess board. I had begun to love this game in high school, and I wanted a special board to play on as well as for a keepsake. Well, after I asked him about it, I didn't hear about it again, so I dropped it and thought that I might bring it up in another year or so. Well, Christmas came around that year and as we were opening presents, Grampa handed me a gift. I opened it and I saw a really nice, homemade chess board. As I was looking up to say thank you, I saw my two brothers opening up identical presents. Grampa had made 3 of them - one for each of us. He also made matching chess pieces for us - it is one of the most special Christmas presents that I have ever received. To this day, this is the chess board that I bring out to play on when I get a chance.
The second thing that he made for me started off as a great idea in the summer of 2003. Stephanie and I had recently been married, and we were looking to decorate our home. I had a great idea to build a big bookshelf with grampa. In
July or August of 2003 my grandparents had made a special trip up to visit family and to meet their first great-grandchild, my son Micah. When they came up, grampa brought plans for a bookshelf, and we figured out what and how we wanted to build it. The sad part is that because I had a newborn, it was hard for me to get away for a weekend to work with grampa in the shop. Truth be told, I think that if I had gone down and left Stephanie alone with Micah, grampa would have had a few things to say to me - and these words would have not ones in affirmation of my decision to leave them for a few days. Well, around August or September of 2003 my whole 3-person family went on our first road trip since the birth of our son. It was on this road trip that I was finally able to make it to the shop to "help" in the making of this bookshelf. Grampa had already put it all together except for the molding on the top. We finished that together, and in November of that year - he and my dad brought it up and we moved it into my first house. Since that day, it has graced our living room and been my prized piece of furniture. I think that this was the last big thing that grampa ever made. I think that he may have helped, or supervised, my dad and brother make a few more things in his shop, but this was the last big project that he did.
I'll always treasure these two things, and they will always remind me of my caring, gentle, and giving grandpa Johnson.
Delmar Francis Johnson (11/14/1928 - 1/28/2006) was a:
husband,
brother,
father,
grandfather,
great-grandfather
farmer,
Korean War Veteran (Army, Infantry),
craftsman,
and friend,
We miss you, and we can't wait to see you again in Glory.
I remember being at college when I heard for the first time that grampa had level 4 cancer. I had known and loved my grandparents for as long as I can remember, and so news of this dire nature was shocking and very sad. I can remember when I was a kid and going to visit, working in the wood shop, going to the coffee shop (I had a soda or juice), building tree forts, feeding the sheep, playing in the hayloft and so many more great memories made possible and influenced by my grandpa and grandma Johnson.
Upon hearing the news that he had cancer (7 or 8 years ago, now), I had one big...HUGE, concern: Was grampa saved? If he died and went on to eternity, would he be in the presence of Christ, or would he be cast off into eternal perdition where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth?
I was asking myself this question, and I realized that I didn't know for sure what the answer was. I mean, I knew that he is and always has been a good man, a nice and kind man, a helpful man - but that doesn't mean anything, necessarily. I know that hell is filled with "good" men and women, even kind and helpful men and women.
I was so concerned about grampa that one night I called my parents, and I did something for the first time ever in my life. I "told" my father that he "needed" to talk with grampa to find out where he was - spiritually. I actually think that I told my dad something like, "If you don't talk to grampa about this, I will!" Now, I think that my dad graciously listened to my heartfelt request, and then told me that he had recently had just such a conversation with his folks and that because of the answers that were given (along with the testimony of the rest of their lives) he was very confident that the faith of my grandparents was a true and saving faith.
I was, and am, very confident in my father's prognosis - there is no man alive today that I know who I trust more deeply in genuine insight and wisdom when it concerns genuine faith and the Word of God than my father, and there is good reason for this (but I will not go into that now). I think that this investigation into the faith of my grandparents by my father was a turning point in a lot of ways. The most obvious change was that now, both of my grandparents had more open and visible spiritual lives. This was a refreshing change from the very private faith that they had had for as long as I had known them. It was great to hear my grandparents talk about the bible studies that they were in, and what they were learning!
So, here I am.
Tonight, I found out that my Grampa Johnson died today at 5 PM .
I loved my grampa. He was one of the most generous and loving men that I have ever known. He also was very giving and creative. He was a great craftsman. In his retired years he taught himself how to weave wicker baskets and make all sorts of little, useful items for around the house. I'll never forget the two most special things that he made for me.
In the summer of 1998 I asked Grampa if he (or we) could make a chess board. I had begun to love this game in high school, and I wanted a special board to play on as well as for a keepsake. Well, after I asked him about it, I didn't hear about it again, so I dropped it and thought that I might bring it up in another year or so. Well, Christmas came around that year and as we were opening presents, Grampa handed me a gift. I opened it and I saw a really nice, homemade chess board. As I was looking up to say thank you, I saw my two brothers opening up identical presents. Grampa had made 3 of them - one for each of us. He also made matching chess pieces for us - it is one of the most special Christmas presents that I have ever received. To this day, this is the chess board that I bring out to play on when I get a chance.
The second thing that he made for me started off as a great idea in the summer of 2003. Stephanie and I had recently been married, and we were looking to decorate our home. I had a great idea to build a big bookshelf with grampa. In
July or August of 2003 my grandparents had made a special trip up to visit family and to meet their first great-grandchild, my son Micah. When they came up, grampa brought plans for a bookshelf, and we figured out what and how we wanted to build it. The sad part is that because I had a newborn, it was hard for me to get away for a weekend to work with grampa in the shop. Truth be told, I think that if I had gone down and left Stephanie alone with Micah, grampa would have had a few things to say to me - and these words would have not ones in affirmation of my decision to leave them for a few days. Well, around August or September of 2003 my whole 3-person family went on our first road trip since the birth of our son. It was on this road trip that I was finally able to make it to the shop to "help" in the making of this bookshelf. Grampa had already put it all together except for the molding on the top. We finished that together, and in November of that year - he and my dad brought it up and we moved it into my first house. Since that day, it has graced our living room and been my prized piece of furniture. I think that this was the last big thing that grampa ever made. I think that he may have helped, or supervised, my dad and brother make a few more things in his shop, but this was the last big project that he did.I'll always treasure these two things, and they will always remind me of my caring, gentle, and giving grandpa Johnson.
Delmar Francis Johnson (11/14/1928 - 1/28/2006) was a:husband,
brother,
father,
grandfather,
great-grandfather
farmer,
Korean War Veteran (Army, Infantry),
craftsman,
and friend,
We miss you, and we can't wait to see you again in Glory.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Coming Soon!
I am going to post monthly pictures of Noah (and you'll get Micah and us too, probably). The 1 month pictures should be taken today and up later today or soon.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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