Rick Beeman

Sloan helping me write my blog. Three nights ago Jennifer and I were about to eat dinner.  We heard the doorbell ring.  Both of us were surprised as we hardly ever get unannounced guests.  So I yell to the door hold on, and I finish what I was doing and go to answer it.  When I opened the door, no one was there.  Doorbell ditch was my first thought until I looked down.  On the porch was a small basket with two wrapped pears.  The note on the outside of the package said, “On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.”  I thought it was cute.  I showed it to Jennifer and neither one of us had a clue to who it was from.  Jennifer thought one of the neighbors, I thought maybe someone from the new church we are attending.  Later that night was trivia.  That is my regular thing on Tuesday nights.  Not really sure why I enjoy it so much.  Perhaps it makes me feel smarter or I am g...

The first few days of Sloan Violet Beeman’s life have been quite harrowing.   As a parent you feel helpless sometimes.   Sloan was just a little over 12 hours old when Jennifer was feeding her in the hospital room.   Suddenly she started spitting up.   Jennifer quickly grabbed the aspirator and tried to clear it but it didn’t work.   Then Sloan started choking.   We quickly called the nurse.   The nurse took one look at her, had a panicked expression and whisked her out of the room.   Jennifer and I just looked at each other not knowing how to react.   What do you do in that situation?   After a few anxious minutes of trying to console a near hysterical wife we both tried to calm down.   I (by experience) have learned no not stress about much.   God has proven to me time and time again that he is in control and I trust him implicitly.   But there was just something about this that was different.   In...