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The backdrop of this title took place about 22 years ago when my son Zechariah was just learning to tot around. About two years prior to this moment, I  held my ten-year-old  son  in my arms as he breathed his last breath. Our first born  son Joshua was born with a such a rare disorder that he was believed to be the only little boy in the US with this metabolic disorder, effecting every cell in his body. Though every medical test and treatment possible was done, our son’s body was profoundly affected, and he was never able to walk, talk, sit up or even hold up his head. Although he had a joyful and calm spirit, and was mentally alert, he never walked or talked. A year after his homegoing, we received a phone call from CPS that a 3-day old baby boy needed a home. A few hours later, we were welcoming Zechariah into our home. When Zech was around a year old, I was loading my children into the car for the usual JC Penny first year baby picture.   Diaper bag in tote, strapping our 2-year-old daughter into the car seat, Zech snuck out from under my arms, darting into the freshly planted grass in our yard. He found great joy splashing in the puddles where the sprinklers were watering the lawn. Soon there were mud puddles. Under ordinary circumstances, I would have been exasperated to see my son, who was freshly groomed for his photo shoot prancing in mud puddles. However, in the puddles of my backyard, while watching my son splash in mud puddles, in his new little suit, I paused for a serendipitous moment. My son was jumping in mud puddles! I had a son who could run, skip and play. I had a little boy who could run into puddles. By two years of age, he was literally hanging from chandeliers.  I call this a mud puddle moment because this is where the divine meets the ordinary.  This is when an every-day  moment turns into a divine moment of pondering and transforms into a moment of worship. A sweet reminder from the Lord, Who reaches down from heaven to remind me that I am His child.