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sum·mit [suhm-it]

In a previous post, A Summit of My Own, I told how God soverignly moved in our lives to bring about our second son, Summit.  Well, that was only the first part of the story.  The rest of the story is how we came up with, or rather how we were given, the name Summit. 

Selecting a boy name has never been an easy task for the Faught family.  We went round and round with our first child before settling on Shepherd.  The second time around the block proved to be no different, as we went back and forth over names for five solid months.  The big dilemma revolved around the fact that I like different names such as Shepherd, Titus, or Holland.  Julia goes in the exact opposite direction and prefers traditional southern names such as John, David, William, Charles, Fred, or George.  Okay, maybe not Fred or George, but you get the picture.  After much debate, like congress trying to settle on the budget, we had no results.  So, unannounced to each other, we individually began praying that God would show us a name. 

God soon began to answer our prayers.  One morning Julia informed me about one of her dreams.  In her dream, our baby’s name was Summit.  I thought the name Summit was a little too weird and did not favor the name to start.  I mean, is Summit really even a name?  Three weeks later Julia had a second dream and the baby’s name was, once again, Summit.  Poor traditional southern Julia laid awake in the early morn shocked and frightened by the implications of the second dream and this name that seemed to come from two miles past left field.

Right after Julia’s second dream, I woke up with stomach pains and woke up to an unusually wide awake wife.  In attempt to shake off the illness, I pleaded to Julia like a two-year old named Shepherd for something small to eat.  Lucky for me, Julia obliged!  As we ate breakfast, we discussed the second dream more in-depth and really began to consider the name Summit.  Julia eventually declared all she wanted was one more sign from God and his name would be Summit, whether we liked it or not! 

Five minutes later at approximately 5:00am in the morning and totally out of our normal routine (Julia is never up that early) we flipped on the TV (again we never watch TV in the morning) to Channel 5 News.  Much to our absolute dismay, the first thing out of the newscaster’s mouth was, “Summit Medical Center will be having a blood drive today…”.   Upon hearing this sentence we slowly turned our heads away from the TV and to each other.  I wish you could have seen Julia’s face and I know she wishes you could have seen mine. 

It is crazy to look back and see how God soverignly brought us Summit, but even crazier to see how God used two dreams and newscaster from Channel 5 to give us his name.  No hiking trip or human plan was going to prevent God from giving us our second child and without a question, God wanted his name to be Summit.  In light of the series of events surrounding Summit’s birth and his name, Julia and I can’t help but wonder what God has planned for this child.   We have no idea what it will be, but taking a hint from the definition of his name we know it will be great.  We are truly blessed to have Summit and we can not wait to see what kind of man he becomes.

sum·mit

[suhm-it]

–noun

1.

the highest point or part, as of a hill, a line of travel, or any object; top; apex.
2.

the highest point of attainment or aspiration: the summit of one’s ambition.

Humble Baby

On a recent date night with Julia, I was handed a tightly swaddled and stomach filled Summit for burp duty.  Unsuspectingly, burp duty turned into an interesting course of events.  As I sat in the booth of the restaurant, I prevented Summit’s head from bobbing and weaving and patted his back to bring relief. Relief eventually came in projectile form and a muffled rumble from the diaper area.  So, the clean-up process began: projectile wipe down, unswaddle Summit, change diaper, caught pacifier from falling on the floor, plug pacifier back in, re-swaddle Summit nice and tight, and a big sigh of relief.  Just after the big sigh of relief came another muffled rumble from the diaper area, beginning the process all over again!  As I finished re-swaddling Summit and processing all that just took place, I was reminded about the fragility of an infant. This remembrance let me rethink the humility of Christ and His willingness to come to a lower place.

Previously, when I thought about Christmas or Christ’s birth I always saw Christ as the quiet tranquil little baby laying in a manger, surrounded by Joseph, Mary, and all the barnyard animals. I never thought about Mary having to hold His bobbing and weaving head because He was too weak to hold it up on His own.  I never considered Joseph having to burp Him, clean up His spit up, or change His soiled garments.  I never thought of His willingness to become a total and completely dependant infant.

 Compare this total surrender of control and ability with what we read in John 1:1-3.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and with out him was not anything that was made.

 This infant created the world, the sun, the stars, the universe, all things that are living, and, all things to sustain the living.  Without this infant we would not exist or be able to sustain our existence.  So, here we have the creator of all things seen and unseen and He completely humbles himself.  He humbles himself to the point of such weakness that He can’t hold His head up, burp on His own will, or control His own bowel movements.  Then again because He was sinless, perfect, and holy he probably came out of the womb potty trained, never had projectile vomit, and always slept through the night – just something to ponder!

 This moment with Summit was impacting, convicting, and encouraging. I was impacted by seeing the irony in people seeking for the higher when their Lord and Savior always chose the lower, convicted by my own arrogance in this life, and encouraged by knowing that Christ’s humility can dwell within me.

Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant,being born in the likeness of men.  And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

Philippians 2:5-8


Male Nesting?

Pregnancy!  Can a husband feel anymore helpless than when his wife is pregnant?!  Sometimes I just felt ashamed because Julia was having to go through so much to bring our two sons into this world.  A lot of times I felt tremendously blessed that I am a man and not a woman.  There is NO WAY I could ever endure a pregnancy; hats off to all you Moms in the world.  So, what is a man to do as he watches his wife endure exhaustion, vomiting, nausea, hormone changes, vision changes, emotional ups and downs, body changes, weight gains, pregnancy brain, and all sorts of aches and pains?  Aches and pains such as feet swelling, back pain, hip pain, sciatica nerve pain, leg cramps, lack of sleep, heartburn, and not to forget the pain of actually having the child! 

I have heard of men experiencing sympathy pains and sympathy gains.  Mysterious pains that are an exact replica of their pregnant wife’s ailments.  Non-mysterious weight gains to equal their wife’s added weight.  I assume all of this is an attempt to mitigate that sometimes shameful feeling of complete and total helplessness.  But my question is this, have you ever heard of sympathy nesting?  Yes, sympathy nesting.  Instead of the pregnant wife preparing the home for the new arrival, the man turns into so much of a handy-man machine that he actually allows himself to see the end of the never-ending honey-do list.  I never thought seeing the end of the honey-do list was humanly possible, but when male nesting kicks in anything is possible.  Check out what I was able to knock out in about 10 days, just before Summit was born.

Not even included in this fancy slide show was my handy work in re-caulking the bathtub, extensive backyard fence repair, changing out broken deadbolt locks, and repairing the broken toilet paper holder.  You might be thinking, “Taylor, this really isn’t that much”!  But please remember, I haven’t done this much handy man work in two years.  Thanks to sympathy nesting I did all of this work in 10 days! (Infomercial coming soon)

This whole nesting thing might not be a big deal for a lot of you men out there, but this sudden burst of “get it done” intensity was a big thing for me in two ways.  First of all, home projects are not my favorite thing to do.  The last thing I want to do after a day at work is come home and rebuild the fence or re-caulk the bathtub.  The second reason, I am not the handiest guy in the neighborhood. I am so not handy that I use Handy Manny episodes as instructional videos on how to fix things around the house.  Never heard of Handy Manny?  Shepherd introduced me to him about 6 months ago.  Handy Manny is a cross between Dora the Explorer and Ty Pennington.  Check the Handy Manny trailer.

If I had to choose between sympathy pains, sympathy gains, and sympathy nesting, I would definitely choose the nesting every time.  I wouldn’t have to keep my feet propped up, ice down my lower back, experience a bad case of heart burn, or join Weight Watchers.  I think Julia would force me to make the same choice.  Think about it for a quick second, now she can add so much more to the honey-do list! 

So men of pregnant women get your nesting on, because after the baby arrives you won’t have time for anything else!


The Advent of Shepherd

 

Surprises?  Totally my thing!  Keeping surprises?  Totally not my thing!  Secrets?  I don’t want to know them, because it’s hard to keep them!  Presents?  They’re made to be found before they’re wrapped!  Presents are meant to be opened before Christmas day!  Sometimes telling people about their present is actually better than waiting to watch them open it!

Dealing with anticipation, by far, is not my greatest attribute.  So, you can imagine my anticipation and frustration in waiting for my son to come into this world.  I felt like a 5-year-old boy tortured by being forced to look at his Christmas present everyday for 9 solid months.   Imagine the agony of watching the present slowly grow and actually move without being able to take a peak.  The worst part, not knowing exactly when Christmas day would actually come!

Our First Glance at Shepherd

This future son consumed my thoughts and prayers.  What would he look like?  What would he act like?  How much sleep would we get?  Would Julia make it through everything okay?  Are we ready to provide for a child?  God, give him a heart for you.  God, help him be healthy and strong.  God, let him get here safely.  For 37 weeks I lived and dreamed to see the day he would take his first breath.  Many things bought, many books read, the house and nursery prepared.  Then Julia, for the first time in the existence of our relationship, randomly and unexpectedly cleaned out the freezer!  This could only mean that the day had come, he would soon be here. 

Shepherd’s arrival prompted me to think about the two advents of Christ.  First, I wondered about God as a Father sending His only Son to redeem the creation that was lost in Eden.  There must have been so much joy and excitement to fulfill his first promise to restore man, earth, and ultimately destroy death. 

God says to the serpent, “I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring; he shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise his heel”.  Genesis 3:15

 So much joy and excitement that it  outweighed the knowledge He would be separated from his only begotten son.    The knowledge that knew He was sending His Son into a world that would  betray Him, beat Him, and scandalously murder Him.  This thought helped me catch but a glimpse of how much God truly loves us.  It is unfathomable to think how He makes such a sacrifice with such joy, with such excitement. 

And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.  For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord…”   Luke 2:10-11

Secondly, my anticipation and preparation for Shepherd made me consider how I was anticipating and preparing for a greater “coming” to this world, Christ’s return.  I began to ask several questions.  What was my relationship with Christ?  Was it moving, growing, digressing, or even stagnant?  Was I allowing Him to prepare me for his return?  Was I moving along the path of progressive sanctification?  Was I still being transformed?  Was I surrendering all of my life in exchange for a loving pursuit of His?

At the time, the answers to these questions were eerily humbling.  I realized my need to allow the Holy Spirit to move and transform me as a son, a friend, and a husband.  I needed His guidance to leave footsteps I wanted my son to follow.  Footsteps that humbly headed towards the cross and prepare for a greater advent than Shepherd’s, the advent of Christ.

As I look back over the last two years, it is an amazing wonder how God used Shepherd’s coming to transform my life.  I can truly say that getting ready for my son’s arrival has propelled me to prepare for the greatest “coming” of all.  He has a little child to make me a better follower, leader, son, friend, husband, and now father.  My hope and prayer is that Christ will use something in life to do the same for you.


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