Wild thing

Once there was a placid, round baby boy called Rupi. He was gentle in nature and very snuggley. Then he had his first birthday and became a toddler.

A Wild Thing emerged.

Rupi is full-on. He does life at 100 miles an hour. There is nothing grey about him. Life for him is black and white, wonderful or awful, cuddles or tantrums. There is no grey. He is both sensitive and incredibly boisterous. He is a mass of contradictions bundled up in one small body.

He is Rupi, hear him roar.

We are contactly assessing, re-assessing and talking about him and his behaviour. He is like a little wild bear one minute and cuddled up in your lap the next. We try and keep one step ahead of him, investigating, praying and figuring out. This works some of the time. The rest of the time we keep saying "what the heck?!"

God has had His Hand on this little boy since the moment he was conceived. He protected Rupi and shielded him until he was placed in our arms. Then we watched Rupi attach and secure and grow into himself. Then he was unleashed.

There are amazing things planned for this man-to-be. Rupi's story will draw many to Him. And we think that to live such a big life he will need to be strong. And fiery. And full-on. Very full-on.

So here we are, doing life with a Wild Thing. It's crazy and appears chaotic from the outside. But from the inside there's a little boy with an adoring sister and parents. Who are cheering him on and can't wait to see what God will do in him and through him.