Caleb is 11 years old today, and we are celebrating this young life all week!

For
those of you that know Caleb you will smile as you read this - those of
you that have not had the pleasure of hanging out with him, your time
will come…

Caleb
is huge for his age: 130 pounds, 5 feet, 4 inches tall - surprisingly
enough his best friend Hayden Davis is exactly the same size.

Their
balance and ability has not completely caught up with their size yet,
but when it does, watch out! They are a wrecking force on the basketball
court and football field already!

Caleb
is our sensitive warrior. He has been beat up by his two older brothers
for the past 11 years, (Michael used to drag him down the stairs by one
leg), and he has been taught by his two older sisters about tenderness,
gentleness and how to treat a lady.

He still kisses his mother and holds her hand, all the while protecting and keeping her safe. He understands at the tender age of 11 what it means to be a real man.

If
you watched him in Africa with the orphans, you know exactly what I am
talking about: he would play soccer with the boys, then sit them down
and teach them about life; he really was amazing to watch.

He
feels what is going on in the spirit; he has often come to Lisa and me
in tears, not able to hold back his emotions and tell us what he is
feeling for us, a brother, sister or friend. We weep together, pray and
it lifts.

The other night, he spent the night at a friend's house. In the
middle of the night the Lord woke him up and told him to pray over one
of his buddies. The next morning the nine year-old boy that Caleb prayed
over said to me: "Last night Caleb came over to me and laid is hands
on my head and asked God to bless me and he asked God to stop the
enemy's plan over my life - I felt so peaceful and slept really good!"

That's our Caleb. Happy birthday, son; I am so proud of you. Thanks for being my son.