Wonder

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth" Genesis 1:1

Oh, the wonder of it all . . . to our eyes. How much more to the eyes of a child seeing things for the first time.

Look through the eyes of a child . . .

Dandy Days

Hope to do this with my daughter(s) in heaven . . .


















My little girl . . . yeah the "feeling" doesn't go away. What a gift!

Blessings

The biggest blessing to me this week . . . Aunt Doris Jean.

The children think she is the greatest! School each morning with little field trips, snacks and pictures to watch on her computer. (She is a camera woman for sure! I should ask her how many she took while she was here.) Even in church . . . they sat quite still. They were beside Aunt Doris Jean.

God bless you, Doris Jean!

Tickled with Tick-Picking Husband

It's tick season now, but my husband and I have this agreement.

I hate ticks: he hates changing stinking diapers. So he picks ticks and I change diapers. We are both happy with the arrangement though there is one slight problem. Japheth's often at work when I need him for this!

One older lady told me she had felt the same way years ago. As I watched her calmy pick them off, tear off the head and throw them away as if she didn't mind at all, I thought, " Really? I'm not so sure that came happen to me . . . maybe . . . but I'm still a few years away from that I think."

When Japheth picks those horribly creepy critters of the children and I, he does me a HUGE favor!

Thank-you, Honey!!!

Permission

There are many things to teach a child.  Lately we’ve been working on getting them to ask permission for almost anything.  This cuts down on doing “repair” work like trying to get them over a cold because they went outside with out a coat when it’s not quite warm enough for that or even just getting out another toy set when they didn’t put the first one away and the room becomes overwhelmed with toys!

This afternoon as I was working on supper, Japheth asked permission for several things that recently he wouldn’t have and I was quite pleased. I rewarded him with two pieces of candy.  Now he is quite pleased!

Loraine came down from napping and Japheth let her know that he had candy.  This is how he worded it.  “Loraine, Moma gave me two candies . . . but you have to keep asking.”  Now I had to chuckle over that one!  It sounds like he’s telling her to keep bugging me and I will finally give her some candy.  Wrong!

Anyway, it’s great to reap the results of the lessons you’ve been trying for weeks to instill.

Line upon line, it truly is!  

Render Praise

Question for you:  How many times, during naptime, do you almost fall asleep and get interrupted before you say, “That’s it!” and get up to do something else even though you really need a nap?

Yesterday I got a bit frustrated again . . . I needed an attitude adjustment so I sang.  These words from Psalm 56, helped me direct my thoughts into praise when I felt like crying for lack of sleep and rest.

Render Praise

I will render praise unto Thee
When I cry, when I cry.

I will praise, I will praise
God is for me, this I know.

Be merciful unto me.
Oh, God, Oh, God!

I will praise, I will praise,
God is for me this I know.

In God I have put my trust.
I will not be afraid.

I will praise, I will praise,
God is for me this I know.

Every day wresting against me
Evil comes, evil comes.

I will praise, I will praise,
God is for me this I know.

When I cry unto Thee
Then shall my enemies turn back.

I will praise, I will praise,
God is for me this I know.

You Get Out Much?

Feel like you’re at home a lot?  Yesterday this made me chuckle.

While I was dining out with my children, a man came over to
our table, and we started talking.
 
He asked where my kids go to school. I told him we
home-schooled them.
 
With a raised eyebrow, he asked if my husband is the sole
breadwinner for our family. I said, "No, I also work ... out
of our home."
 
Then, noticing our two-month-old son, he mentioned that his
daughter had just had a baby, and he wondered what hospital
our son was born in. "He was born at home," I answered.
 
The man looked at me, then said, "Wow, you don't get out
much, do you?"
 
Received from Thomas S. Ellsworth.