Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Where does it all go? I know gas has been high. Milk is high. Doing anything for fun these days costs an arm and a leg (unless your my sister and live next to the "free to enjoy" lake!). It seems like our paycheck is spent before I've even have a chance to deposit it! Ugh! What else can I say?
If you haven't already guessed... it was payday for us today, which means I payed bills. Which means I was definitely not the "fun" mom today!!! My son is ready to go back to his aunt's house...
However, the silver lining is that, just when I think things seem about hopeless, God sends me a hug! I really can't share what form my "hug from God" took today, but let me say this... I serve a MIGHTY God, who takes care of his own! (And no, I didn't win the lottery!!!)
Matthew 6: 19-34 ... Read this and remind yourself how much the Lord cares!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
When I played with my real 'live and kicking friends", we were always creating some fantasy world. Whether we were the Charlie's Angels or playing house, there was always a drama waiting to unfold on the playground. Between somersaults or a game of freeze tag, our imaginations would run wild! Promises were made and broken, while memories were in the making.
However, sometimes I worry about the kids of today. I look at my children and wonder if children no longer know how to entertain themselves? My daughter has a very creative side to her, yet still would rather listen to music, play on the computer or watch TV, instead of allowing her mind to just wonder... And my son? Well let's say he probably needs to be reminded of what the word imagination Even means!!! If it is not some kind of electronic contraption or a sport, do my kids know what it means to "just play?"
I was blessed with a small token of a moment that gave me just a little hope... While my nephews were here visiting, the oldest, Keaton, asked me for tape, paper, markers, etc... I asked Jordan what they were doing, since all the boys were in the back yard playing. "We are making our flag!" he answered.
"Flag?" Sure enough, there in the back yard, four little boys had created their little imaginary club, with a flag. I didn't think much of it at the time, mainly because all the boys left that day, including Jordan who went to stay with them for the week. However, yesterday, Jordan comes in and gets a piece of my white, scrapbook paper, and asked for a marker and some tape. I asked what he was up to. "I have to fix our flag, Mom. The boys are depending on me!" I looked out the window, and there he was, by himself, making sure the flag stood tall.
I had to smile. No, he didn't stay out there and play, but he had found something that a computer or PlayStation game couldn't given him... his imagination! And he was determined to keep that moment alive...
The second flag made by Jordan, standing tall in our backyard...
Monday, July 28, 2008
Anyway, I compromised. I told him I would create a blog for him, but he would have to share it with his sister. (I still think this is just a passing fancy!) So, I don't know what you'll see or what my two darlings will end up creating, but if you check out their blog every once in a while, you might smile as you view their many creative expressions.
1. More is always better! If we are traveling and stop at a truck stop, it is always better to buy the biggest drink available, if they sell jerky by the yard it is a must have and it is always important to see who can spend all their money before we even reach our destination!
2. Sleep is not important! It is better to be the energizer bunny and keep going...
3. You can live on Pop tarts alone! You might be starving, yet if it doesn't look right, smell right, forget even tasting to see if it tastes right... thank goodness Kevin had provided each condo with breakfast foods!
4. Life should always have a dramatic "flair' to it... it is always the "worse" thing that could happen, life is over as we know it, there is never a silver lining!
5. It is all about the dress and a little bling bling! It doesn't matter what the dress looks like, if it belongs to someone else, it must be cool. I honestly don't know if a couple of our girls will ever see all their clothes and jewelry again!!! The price you pay for having good taste!
6. The best time to fight is when you are worn out and worn down! That is when you are full of meaningless comments, lack great sense and would rather act first, think later! Fun times!
7. It is cool to be the rule breaker... There is always one who plunges ahead and brings the one thing on the list, that was suppose to be left at home. Of course nobody turns him in because they all want to use it!
8. Fighting over a boy without a name is great fun! In other words, forget meeting the guy, or finding out anything about him, just continue to admire him from afar and bicker over "who gets him." Wow! This one really takes me back to my teenager years!
9. It is important to put appearance over feelings. It is thought to be more important to "look cool" than to show how you really feel. Cockiness is the thread that holds a group together!
10. Live in the moment! There are never any consequences to any actions!
Truth is I enjoyed camp and hanging out with the kids. I might look back with smiles and make a silly list at their expense, but if anything, it takes me back to my own youthful days... Wonderful childhood experiences, friends and yes, DRAMA!!!
Life is full of possibilities! It is hard at the age of thirteen, sixteen or eighteen to hold on to God's promises and know that he has special plans for each of his children. Yet, I can look back at the age of thirty seven, and know beyond a doubt, I was always in his care... there would be no way I would be sitting here writing this today if I wasn't.
I look back a mistakes made, fears and hurts and almost laugh at how some of them seem so insignificant now. So, yes we can learn from watching our youth. The troubles I may have today, will one day be small and almost forgotten. We really should live in the moment... but only if we let Christ sit beside us!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
For me, the whole "give everything to God" experience started with the trip down there. I hate to travel. I will not complain, for we were in charter buses, yet there is something a little claustrophobic to me about being on a bus and not being able to just stop along the way when you want to. I know this sounds crazy, because I spent my childhood and youth traveling around the world...of course I didn't have certain health issues then, which sometimes makes traveling hard for me sometimes. Anyway, I said all of that to say, there was a lot of prayer passing through my lips for the 12 hour journey to Panama City Beach.
We got there and it was beautiful! Except for the 70 something kids, my sister would have been in heaven! However, God didn't bless me with the skin that tans, instead I have very fair skin, that only turns one other color... lobster red! So sitting on the beach, laying out in the heat doesn't appeal to me, if there is not a "prize" of a tan at the end of the day! I spent a lot of time in the condos with my girls, though. Hmm... maybe there is a reason I wasn't at the beach in the afternoons?! It was a great time for me to get to know a lot of them better! As for going to the beach, well, we had our church group time out there one night. It was majestic! Nothing like hearing youthful voices singing "How Great is Our God," with arms lifting to the stars and waves crashing in harmony in the background. Beautiful!
The Speaker was wonderful. He was an "in the word, scripture teacher." He left me every morning and every night, bruised and battered by the word. I always left worship feeling like I had my toes stepped on, was punched in the gut and left bleeding. Isn't it amazing how God knows what we need to hear, when we need to hear it? I still have so much "stuff" floating in my head and in my heart that I haven't even been able to grab hold of all God wants me to know, yet. I can't wait to have "appointments" with him this week, to learn more.
Notice I said "appointments?" My husband often says to his kids, that God has "appointments" set up for each of us. Sometimes they are moments of blessings and learning, sometimes they are earth shattering experiences and one day each of us will have the final appointment of meeting our maker and Father face to face. Well, we all, our whole group had appointments with God this week and He was going to certainly show us his glory!
I first started thinking about all of this Tuesday afternoon. I was suppose to teach the Wednesday small group lesson to the older girls. You have to understand this about me, teaching is a little out of my "comfort zone." Not that I can't do it, it is just something that doesn't come easy to me. So the other adult lady in my group, who is one of our youth Sunday School teachers, agreed to teach Tuesday and Thursday morning and I would be in charge of Wednesday. Tuesday afternoon as I started looking at the lesson that I would be in charge of, I about died! It was hard! Maybe it was just the subject matter for me, but as I glanced at the other lessons, I thought God was playing a joke on me, because it certainly seemed a more difficult lesson than the others. I was scared! How was "I" going to get through this lesson myself, much less try to teach it. I was up late and up early praying and worrying about small group time and what would actually come out of my mouth...
The lesson was on "being clothed in Christ." What's so hard about that to talk about? Well, truth was that was just the intro to the lesson. The "meat" was FORGIVENESS! Ouch! We were to talk about accepting God's forgiveness, forgiving others and most important, forgiving ourselves. I have to be honest here... I still carry a lot of baggage from my childhood, my youth, other church experiences that has built up and created "plaque" on my heart...it is so hard to let go and totally ACCEPT forgiveness sometimes. I don't remember everything I said during class time and I certainly will not take the credit, for I was having an "appointment" with God and I believe with all my heart, that so were my girls! You see, the day before I had already talked to three out of the fifteen girls in my group one on one about things going on in their lives and forgiveness popped up every time. So when I saw the lesson, I knew in my heart that 6 months or a year ago, God had whispered the words to a lesson to the writer, that would touch the hearts of my kids and myself. During class that day, we ended with tears, prayers and many hugs. God was working on us in a big way... and there would be more to come...
I was sitting talking to three other adult counselors, sharing about the morning events, when we got the call... four of our guys were swept out in the ocean and couldn't get back in. Because of the quick thinking of other friends on the beach, they were rescued. One spent the night at the hospital, while the other three seemed ok, yet inside were fighting a battle. They almost drowned! They thought they were going to drown and were worn out and scared. The rest of us were left feeling helpless. I wanted to yell at God. WHY? After all we are at CHURCH CAMP! God whispered back... "I answered your prayer, I'm getting their attention." I almost feel the need to apologize to those boys. The night before I had prayed for God to get the attention of our group and show them how great he is. Lesson learned...you have to be careful what you pray for. God certainly showed us his power that afternoon. He was shouting to us with each wave that crashed and each breathe those boys took... LOOK AT ME, I AM!!!
Our boys are fine. Our group is fine. However, we are all changed. Camp this year was unlike any I had ever gone to. I left camp feeling like I had totally experienced the power of our God first hand. The ocean is beautiful, with all of the water crashing on beaches of sand... yet it can also be so dangerous. Isn't that the way life is though? Beauty surrounds us everywhere, yet danger lurks in the shadows at all times. And then there is our incredible Heavenly Father who showers us with love, forgiveness and saving grace... He is our "I AM!"
My children are back home with me, which makes me happy. We were able to bring back seventy something kids back home to their parents last night, which makes me thankful. At camp a whole youth group was changed, which leaves my heart speechless. I believe in a mighty God, who embraces us with tenderness and his forgiving love, yet demonstrates his power and majesty! God is "mighty to save!" Amen.
Friday, July 18, 2008
No my problem is not the kids... It wasn't even VBS after the first day, when I figured out the schedule and expectations and it wasn't even the fact that I haven't had a nap all week! My problem is my house and appliances!!!
My dryer is still not fixed and now my kitchen sink decides to leak. Yes, I will say it again... My sink is messed up!!! So now, not only can I not dry my clothing, I can't wash my dishes! These are fun times. Don't they say things happen in threes? I'm scared!!!
The good news is that there is a laundromat down the street and a plumber coming tomorrow to look at the sink, yet I have to ask "Why Right Now????" I mean, why do these things happen when I have a house full of company, and I have to pack suitcases and get my house in order to leave for camp. Why couldn't it be my vacuum cleaner or television that went out, not two things that bring cleanliness to a halt...not in a house full of little smelly boys!!!
I keep reminding myself that there are worse things in the world and I truly believe that. I just don't want the hassle or inconvenience right now. Of course, when would be a "good" time? This is one of those moments when you have to step back and just breathe and simply be thankful.
I can hear all the kids laughing together in the next room, a beautiful sound... yes, I choose to be thankful!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Jordan and Tate
Sawyer, Jordan & Keaton
This is a big step for us...for my youngest nephew, Tate, is a big mommy's boy! I wasn't even sure before they arrived if he would stay with us...
Surprise, surprise! When they arrived, Tate came in smiling and talking about the "little bed" I had set up just for him! (We have a trundle bed that is under Jordan's bunk beds.) Even after mommy left, he was excited about his own little bed.
Of course my biggest challenge would be getting Tate to "Bible School." Sure enough, just like Amber said, he woke up saying, "I don't want to go to Bible School!" Finally, I asked him if he wanted to go see SpongeBob's pineapple. (There is a big blow up of a pineapple at the church) Yeah, he decided he wanted to see the big pineapple, but wanted to come right back home. I told him we were going to find a new friend to play with. He told me he already had enough friends! I told him he would have fun. He told me he could have enough fun at home...
We went to VBS, and after a tearful moment, he had fun. He made a "shaker" and tomorrow he gets to make music. I asked him if that meant he wasn't going to cry tomorrow, and he was going to go have fun... he said he would "have to think 'bout it."
Anyway, here are a few pictures, so mommy can see everyone at Bible School, SpongeBob's pineapple and Tate in his "little bed."
Tate and "SpongeBob's pineapple"
Tate in his "little bed."
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I know, I know...I said I would make this quick, and then I started rambling. Sorry! Anyway, I had a cute story to share about Jordan...
We were in the car today and we started talking about the new school year coming up. Jordan is a little nervous, because 3rd grade was not his best year and he really wants to do better. He said, "Mom, I liked my teacher, but she just wouldn't explain anything. She would tell us she was only going to explain things once, and sometimes I felt I needed more help." To which I replied, "Jordan, I think you are going to have a great 4th grade year..." Jordan then stated, "Well, I hope those 4th grade teachers explain things better, 'cause the third grade teachers sure didn't and I just don't roll like that!"
I started laughing secretly. It was so cute. I wanted to ask him, "How do you roll?" But we were having a great conversation and I didn't want to lose the moment. Truth is there are so many days I get frustrated too. Wouldn't it be great if you could just say to the problems of this world, "Hey, go away! I just don't roll like that!"
Monday, July 14, 2008
Did I say that we did VBS perfectly? No! I know I didn't, for every year the Lord taught me something I needed to know... this year would not be different.
It has been hard for me this year, for a part of me does miss that leadership role, while the other part of me is welcoming the nice break. However, you know, that if you have ever been in charge of anything, it is hard not to have an opinion on how others do the same job. This has been a struggle for me. I now live in a new place, new church, new friends and peers, new way of doing VBS!!!
I'm not going to say anything negative right now, for who am I to really judge what the "correct" way to do VBS really is? Have I learned a few things along the way that could help... YES! However, you know as well as I do, that is a big fat no - no too! I hated all the "friendly advice" people would shower on me, while I was in charge, so I hardly think it would be nice to return the favor. Oh, but it is sooooo hard sometimes to keep my big mouth shut!
The reality is that "I" being the "new girl" and a little bit ignorant of how they do things at my new church, didn't have the greatest of days. Yet, my children had the time of their lives and loved it! In the end, that is what makes a good VBS...
I was talking to a lady in my church today, telling her that God was certainly trying to teach me patience and how to "go with the flow." If you know me, you know I'm not a fly by the seat of your pants type of girl. I don't like surprises. Yet all day today, I was faced with one "big" surprise after another. Anyway my wise friend asked me if I had asked God for patience, to which I replied, "yes I did" Her comment was simply this, "Well, you are the one that asked for patience, so you can't fuss now! Don't you know that God's way of giving us something, many times comes in teaching form?" Oh, how true!
She is right...I certainly asked for patience? And the Lord answered my cry and showed me multiple ways in which I should show my patience all day! Dare I ask for more patience tomorrow?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
My day went pretty much like this...
Got up, did the normal morning routine...then washed 3 three loads of laundry, straightened up my room and bed and then checked my mail and email. Ok, I lied, I did get to sit down for 15 min... SORRY! Then I took one load of clothes to my mother-in-law to dry and took the other two to the local laundromat.
This was not my first time shuffling over quarters in order to have clean clothes, but I'm still sad my dryer is not working right. However, as I sit and watch the MANY different people coming and going, all ages, shapes and sizes, that "still small voice' whispers a lesson to be learned. Here were so many different individuals going about their normal routine, with no complaints and I'm fussing because I "just have to use two dryers!" Nothing like watching a whole family come in with five baskets of laundry to put things in perspective! As I was sitting there, I started to feel "thankful." I truly have so much, and I take so much for granted on a daily basis!!!
After the clothes were done, I went to the church to decorate my VBS room. Although, I'm happy with the results (I'll show a picture later) it was definitely a lot of work! Of course I have no one to blame but myself... I'm the one that wanted to cover all the walls in blue paper. I'm the one that wanted to hang streamers from the ceiling. I'm the one that wanted ... get the picture? And did I mention my husband is gone, so I had to in list the kids as my helpers? After they stopped fighting they actually ended up helping me a lot, however it just takes twice as long to do anything when you have to shout "settle down" every 5 minutes! Of course, in the end, another lesson was to be learned...
I was at the doorway to the classroom, watching my kids work and got "happy!" I was happy, because even though the room wasn't perfect, it was decorated for kids, by kids. They were proud and even stated they thought "our" room was decorated the best. Of course not everyone is finished decorating, and it is not a competition in any form, but I couldn't help but agree with them, just a little. It made me regret how many times I had told my children, they couldn't do something , just because I longed for perfection. Good grief! My Heavenly Father would never bless me with responsibility, if perfection was a requirement!!! Lesson learned!
After decorating, I went by Taco Bell to pick up dinner, (Dad's not home, I'm not cooking!) then swung by my in-law's to pick up my laundry. I was given a big sack of fresh tomatoes...YUM! I know my sister is jealous to hear that little tidbit! Where's the salt shaker, I'm ready to have one of those tasty treats right now!
My kids want me to watch a movie with them... I might just do that. I deserve a few minutes with my feet up. Only a few moments, though... I still need to pick up the living room, load the dishwasher, and find clothes for church tomorrow (hope they are clean!)...
I'm tired, but thankful. God is good. He manages to show me the blessings among the difficulties, no matter how big or small. Today was long... yet I can go to bed peacefully tonight, knowing I accomplished what I set out to do and even learned a little about myself and God along the way!
Friday, July 11, 2008
My husband has an out of town wedding to sing at, so it was his clothes. He wants to leave at 12:00... it is 10:30 when I discover the problem. Thankfully, I now live in the same town as my mother-in-law, so I raced over there and put the load in her dryer. Realizing I don't have time to dry the other load sitting in the washer, before he leaves, I run to Walmart and buy dress socks. Now I'm left trying to help him pack... with the bag at our house, and clothes in my mother-in-law's dryer... it's tricky.
In the mean time, I just want to cry. Why now? Why today? I'm trying to wash and pack, he's leaving town, so he doesn't have time to check the dryer out and it's almost the weekend, so how can I get it fixed? I have to take a moment and relax!
How many times have I walked by that dryer, used that dryer, even hated that dryer because of the work it represented? Lots! You can ask my family... laundry is not my thing! Yet now that it's not working, I'm sad, almost in tears, because I've lost something that is important in our family's day to day life. If you have kids, you know what I mean! (My son changes clothes three times a day!)
There is a lesson here to be learned. How many times do I take what I have for granted? After all, how many mothers in this world have it harder than I? I can still remember my Granny washing her clothes in the back yard, on her ringer washing machine and hanging her clothes on the line...
Do I need this headache right now? NO! Yet, I can be thankful. Even though it is not convenient, I really don't have the extra money to fix it or buy a new machine, and it's just my nature to worry about things... I'm going to try and let go of the situation. It may just be a dryer, but I also know that nothing is too small or big, for my God to handle.
Of course, if we show up in wet clothes for church Sunday morning, you will know why.:)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Anyway I said all of that to say, " I WAS IN THE CAR BY MYSELF FOR ALMOST TEN MINUTES WITH NO KIDS OR TRAFFIC!" How often does that happen? I had the music blaring, singing at the top of my voice, without a care in the world! Wonderful! We are called to make a "joyful" noise, and I was "trying" my best. Of course there was no one to hear, except the Lord, so I'm going to pretend it was "beautiful" too.
My new favorite chorus is "Mighty to Save." I think the writers wrote it just for me! Don't you love it when God works like that?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The great thing is... my kids are now fascinated with the lawn mower. They see it as a four wheeler with a job to do! When Kevin goes to do the yard work, my son is following close, hoping for a chance to mow. "Please Dad!"
Yesterday, the yard was pretty bad and it was going to take a while, so Kevin called Kayla to come help. Jordan sat and pouted. Kevin had said unless you can stop the mower, you can't mow. Sounds reasonable, doesn't it? Of course Jordan didn't see it that way... all he saw was the fact that his sister was getting to "ride" the lawnmower!
After Kayla mowed the back yard, which looked pretty much like aliens had come and landed, Kevin finally said he would let Jordan try. Set and determined to impress his dad, Jordan hoped up on the seat, sitting on the edge, so his legs could reach... he was so cute!
You know what? He did a pretty good job too! In that moment, I could see the future. Jordan, taking his dad's truck and trailer, loading up the mower and going to mow "his ten yards" during the hot summer.
I ask Kevin how the kids did, when they finished. "Pretty good," he said, "I knew there was a reason I had kids! Guess I had better get work out of them, while they still think it's fun!"
Our yard may not be perfect, but that's alright. Kevin had taken the time to hand down "valuable daddy wisdom" while spending time with our kids. They thought it was great! And when they were finished, all hot and sweaty, he rewarded their efforts and took them swimming!
Picking up branches...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The truth is that when I was little, probably around four, the creek current swept me away... I don't think I've been the same about water since. Oh, I put on a good show. I took the swim lessons, I went to the pool parties, I swam laps in school P.E class, but the older I got the harder it was. When I was a teenager, it was a struggle. Being thrown in and dunked were common. It sometimes took all my strength to not panic, when someone walked by and pushed me in. And then there were the bathing suits... I don't think I've ever found one that fit me just right or looked decent on me, both during my skinny phase and "mama belly" stage.
Family and friends often say if I had my own pool, maybe... who knows they might be right. However, the honest truth is that I never take a bath, I'm a shower girl. And the older my kids get, the less I want to swim with them. ( They are now in the splashing, dunking, wrestling phase of life.)
Do I regret it? Yeah, I have moments. Sometimes I wish I DESIRED to go swimming with my family. But then don't we all have a desire deep down to get rid of our fears? Who knows, maybe one day... I can only handle one challenge at a time, and this one isn't it, for now anyway...
In the mean time, I enjoy being the mommy sitting by the pool, taking pictures, capturing the moments... here are a few...
Have a great swim! Let me know when and where, and I'll bring my camera...
Monday, July 7, 2008
It started pretty simple... while cleaning, I found a crumpled up piece of paper with a scriptures written on it. Later that night I'm reading a book by Francine Rivers, a wonderful Christian writer, and I'm impressed how the characters in her book, although fictional, pray with such faith and scripture knowledge. I'm feeling a little jealous of a character in a book!!!
The next day, while unpacking another box, I find one of those "pass it on" message cards, it has the verse Psalm 119:105. (Thy word is a lamp unto my feet...) I put it on my bulletin board without a thought; now it stares at me everyday, while I am typing away!
A few days ago, I get on Beth Moore's blog...I love to read what she and her girls have to say.
They have started a scripture memory contest kind of thing...
Then Saturday, I'm preparing to teach a Sunday School lesson. It happens to be on Stephen and Paul. As I'm studying about not being "ashamed" of you faith, I'm pouring through my Bible, frustrated, because I've drawn a "blank" as to the location of a verse I just knew, I knew. Unfortunately, either age is starting to affect my brain power or I just have to admit that scripture knowledge has never been a strong point with me. Do I get a star if I admit the truth and stop trying to blame my age? After all, with age comes wisdom, right?
Did I tell you that my pastor has been preaching on scripture memory, wanting the whole congregation to memorize a verse every week?
Maybe my burning bush came in the form of my oldest child. She came home from church and went to the computer, typing out her favorite verses in pretty colors and fonts. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm going to hang these around my room, to help me remember them." was her answer.
Yep, I wouldn't listen when God sent me a note. I didn't listen when he sent great messengers; a wonderful author, a great woman of faith, my pastor. No, I didn't even acknowledge I had a problem while in the midst of my frustration. So he got down and dirty with me...he sent my child.
There is a reason Jesus said "Let the little children come to me..." When they believe in something, it is simple and uncomplicated. My daughter heard God's voice, listened and obeyed.
Okay! If you haven't already guessed... I have a problem with memorizing scripture and keeping it there. Memorizing anything is difficult for me and short term, ask my family! I can't remember phone numbers unless you've had the same one for ten years! In school, I did a great job of studying for the test, only to let all knowledge walk out the back door of my brain, when I put my pencil down. I'm constantly second guessing my memory of things, going back and looking things up, checking twice... you get the picture! But I've always had this desire to do better. I've bought books & memory cards, taped scripture to the mirrors and I even have verses on signs, pictures and plaques decorating my house. I have found comfort in all of those things...yet I've come to realize, that unless I decorate the walls of my brain with their power, a sign on the wall of my living room seems fake and fruitless.
I almost feel like I'm in school again...dragging my feet over homework. "It's hard for me!" I want to cry out! Then I'm reminded of the verse that I encouraged the kids to learn and hold close in Sunday School...Philippians 4:13. Ouch! Again, he knocks me down a little...
Moral of my story... you better get the cotton out of your ears! When God wants to tell you something, he will get his message across. Even if he has to humble you a little while doing it!
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he has been trying to tell me something!
Say a prayer for me... I'm going to try and do some much needed "homework" this week.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
When Jordan forgets he is suppose to be mad at them, he loves being right in the middle of whatever they are up to. I am so thankful for my family. God has blessed me greatly with two wonderful kids, a terrific niece and three awesome nephews!
You have to understand, in youth ministry, this is a compliment. The fact that the teenagers thought of us during their night activities meant something. I had that brief Sally Field moment where I wanted to shout, "They like me, they really like me!" Of course that thought was quickly replaced with, "oh no, they like me... what is going to happen next?"
Being new to town and this youth group, we never could find out the names of our dear "rollers." They are still testing us for our reactions to different situations... but I thought it was great! Well, scratch that... I was honored for a moment, that is until we had to clean it up!!!
I will say this...life in youth ministry is never boring! You never know what is waiting to "roll" around the corner...
Kayla and Kevin cleaning up the yard.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The Hair... Kayla squealed in delight when she first saw it.
Two weeks ago he developed an ear infection. In fact, we think he had a busted eardrum. Anyway, every morning I would clean his outer ear with alcohol and a Q-tip. He would love seeing the "gook" that was draining out of his ear. Mostly dried blood, however one day I pulled the Q-tip out and it was a yellow- green color, from the puss. I looked at Jordan and said, "Look, you really are "green" on the inside!!!" Oh if only I had a camera rolling that morning. With BIG eyes, he grabbed the Q-tip from my hand...
I wonder if I should have kept the evidence...
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Who knows what I will end up writing about... I have a very talented husband, two children who love each other when they forget they are suppose to be fighting, a crazy dog who hates anyone who is not family, and a very rewarding, yet busy life in ministry. I tend to have many little quirks and fears as anyone in my family will tell you, yet I love deeply and believe in an amazing God.
So I hope at the end of the day, I can reflect on the blessings, pray through the trials and laugh through the memories in the making.