When God Entrusts You with a Leader Son This week, one of the greatest cries of my heart and answers to my prayers turns thirty-four. From the start, my first born began to show his true colors. He would hurry for no one! Not to be his Grandma's birthday present in early February. Not to be a Valentine’s gift to his great-with-child mommy. Not even to be a Leap Year baby for his very excited daddy. And, he definitely was not in a hurry to arrive on his due date. No, he waited and waited and waited. Then finally, after twenty-four hours of intense labor, my newborn was thrust into his new world via c-section, 17 days late on March 7. Our son was finally here, all 10 pounds, 3 ounces, and 23 inches long of him. Despite all the drama and trauma, we were smitten! We completely and utterly fell in love with our newborn son, forever and ever! Even through the next three years of long sleepless nights and napless days. And, even as it became clear that he would be a tester...