Thoughts from my heart. (Weston used the word: bo-bo for “more”)
BO BO JESUS
This Christmas I am celebrating with Jesus.
You cannot hear what I hear, nor see what I see.
No words can describe the light and music of heaven
As I worship Jesus, my Father and King.
I know you miss my smile, laugh, and life,
But I cannot begin to describe the love and joy
I have as I sit n the lap of Jesus Christ!
Yeah! I get to sit in his LAP!
I have bo bo Jesus, and never thirst for more.
In only a short time, you will be here with me
And you will see the glory and the magnitude
Of the love that Jesus has for you.
In the meantime, enjoy the gift that God gave you
Through my life – the gift of love. Your love for me
Is but a glimpse of the love Jesus has for you.
While I was with you, I never doubted that you
Loved me, you poured your lives into mine, and
For that I am grateful. For you first introduced me
To Jesus, my Savior and my King,
Whom I now rest in.
I am so glad you know Him too!
That same love that you poured into me is still
In your heart waiting to be poured into others
You encounter each and every day.
Do not forget to love them as you loved me.
Perhaps they too will come to know our King.
Though you feel deeply sad that I am not there,
Rest in the comfort of knowing that where I am
Is far better than anywhere else I could be.
Rest in the comfort of knowing that you too
Shall be here with us soon.
Then you will experience bo-bo Jesus just like me.
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This is so beautiful and comforting. It’s hard not be be selfish and wish that Weston were here, but his time here was according to God’s plan and God continues to work in lives through him and through you. I am thankful for Weston and I am thankful for the two of you. My spiritual life has been impacted deeply by the three of you. God bless you!
Love and prayers,
~Tosha
How Sweet.
My desire is to B O BO Jesus.
Regretfully I must get BO BO Shirley out of the way.
I Love You,
Nanny
Clay, my wife let me know you had a blog. Have been reading it for about a week and trying to take it all in. My role as a carevier for my Dad has, unfortunately by necessity, stepped up to a new level this year. I’m going over to put him in bed in a few minutes.
It’s so good to “see” you again on this blog. I never do plumbing without thinking of you. Never drive past MacLean Hall without good old memories popping up. Particularly the night patrol where your impression in re ‘my name is “_____” I live in Smith hall” had us doubled over in laughter ’til it hurt.
I’ve never met Weston. But from ample evidence you’ve provided he has your bright spirit, sense of humor and is definitely a “chip off the old block” in the best sense. If you haven’t guessed, I’m your new/old dorm dad. Christmas greetings to the Best AD I’ve ever had. All The Best, Gary S.
Hi Clay and Erin,
This is beautiful. Its clear that you are progressing through your experiences because of it. You have been in our thoughts and prayers during Christmas (and everyday actually) As I read Twas the Night Before Christmas to Krestian on the 23rd, I couldn’t help crying because I am so fortunate to have this kid. And for your experiences and loss at the same time. As I consider all the amazing memories you have of every moment with your child, its clear that you have gained the utmost respect for life, for God, for the gift of parenthood. Thank you for sharing your love and faith. We are praying for you and the whole family.
All our love,
Erica, Jes and Krestian