As requested by Lauren Ann, please visit her blog, http://www.livingforhim2.blogspot.com/ if you are interested in entering her contest. There is one for photography and one for writing. You are allowed to enter both, but for all the details look at her post!
She's really sweet, and I plan on entering.
Thanks!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
What to do, what to do....
Okay, who gave Daniel caffeine??
Seriously, this boy is bouncing off the walls!! He's always fun, but he's rarely this crazy.
So, what do you do when your three-year old is this hyper?
Simple solution: Let him play with hawk feathers, he'll think if he flaps hard enough, he'll fly. Then teach him the chicken dance and let him chase you around the living-room while you perform it!
Good to know, right?
Seriously, this boy is bouncing off the walls!! He's always fun, but he's rarely this crazy.
So, what do you do when your three-year old is this hyper?
Simple solution: Let him play with hawk feathers, he'll think if he flaps hard enough, he'll fly. Then teach him the chicken dance and let him chase you around the living-room while you perform it!
Good to know, right?
A humble heart
How often do we go about our day wondering what Jesus would think of our conduct?
"Would I squirm if He was watching this movie with me?"
"Would I talk to Kyle with this tone if He was standing in the doorway?"
So many times I'm caught red-handed in this area. My attitude, tone, or reasons are not at all pleasing to Him. Even if I'm doing something good, like cleaning up the table, wiping up a spill. Why am I doing it? Is it for attention? Or is it to honor Him? Pride is a very sly and dangerous thing, and we have to, have to hate it. Otherwise it will slowly but surely creep into our lives and make up a comfortable spot in our heart! And, really, it is much better a task to keep it out of our hearts than it is to get it out of our hearts.
I hate pride. It makes me dislike people. So why wouldn't I think others would dislike it in me? And if I hate pride, why is it in me?
Because. I don't hate it enough. (thanks Morgan!) So what I really need to do is to pray fervently that Jesus would smile on me again, and grant me a humble heart.
And come on, who doesn't want one of those?
"Would I squirm if He was watching this movie with me?"
"Would I talk to Kyle with this tone if He was standing in the doorway?"
So many times I'm caught red-handed in this area. My attitude, tone, or reasons are not at all pleasing to Him. Even if I'm doing something good, like cleaning up the table, wiping up a spill. Why am I doing it? Is it for attention? Or is it to honor Him? Pride is a very sly and dangerous thing, and we have to, have to hate it. Otherwise it will slowly but surely creep into our lives and make up a comfortable spot in our heart! And, really, it is much better a task to keep it out of our hearts than it is to get it out of our hearts.
I hate pride. It makes me dislike people. So why wouldn't I think others would dislike it in me? And if I hate pride, why is it in me?
Because. I don't hate it enough. (thanks Morgan!) So what I really need to do is to pray fervently that Jesus would smile on me again, and grant me a humble heart.
And come on, who doesn't want one of those?
Monday, February 16, 2009
Oh boy....
So, my little brother thinks himself the expert comedian. He has finally hit the "make-up-my-own-jokes-and-think-I'm-hilarious" stage. And ya know, it's pretty cute!! Here are a few of my favorite of his.
~Why did the paper go walking on the road?
~He was being chased by Joker and Penguin!!
~Why did the road cross the road over and over again?
~He was being a double dirty crosser-anater elevator!!
Yeah, he's a goofy! Oh, and here's a song he made up today:
"There's a hole in the bottom of the sea, there's a hole in the bottom of the sea, POP goes the weasle!"
Yes, yes. We'll be selling tickets soon.....
~Why did the paper go walking on the road?
~He was being chased by Joker and Penguin!!
~Why did the road cross the road over and over again?
~He was being a double dirty crosser-anater elevator!!
Yeah, he's a goofy! Oh, and here's a song he made up today:
"There's a hole in the bottom of the sea, there's a hole in the bottom of the sea, POP goes the weasle!"
Yes, yes. We'll be selling tickets soon.....
Friday, February 13, 2009
White, Fluffly Flakes
Today, Momma, Abe, Levi, and I went to Wal-Mart. And when we were walking out to the parking lot the ginormously beautiful snow flakes come falling down. I just kind of stopped (yes, I was in the street) and felt them fall on me. They felt so good! I was so cold walking out of the store, but then it was like I never felt better when the they landed on my nose and my cheek and my forehead. Yes, the Lord is good. And he continually shows it to me by the little joys He brings my way. See, as busy humans we can walk out of Wal-Mart into the snow, and we can say ", Oh, it's snowing." But I'd rather come out, look up, and rejoice ", Oh! It's snowing!"
Though the rain is my by far my favorite, I must say, if this was the last time I saw snow, I would be sorely disappointed. However, I would be glad the Lord let me realize, this time, what a gift it is. And I didn't even have to be out there playing in it. Huh! Whodda' thunk.
Oh, and for those of you wondering. I am feeling a whole lot better! Thanks to Jesus (and, I'm sure, your prayers) I can actually sleep in the evening. I love being able to do that.
Though the rain is my by far my favorite, I must say, if this was the last time I saw snow, I would be sorely disappointed. However, I would be glad the Lord let me realize, this time, what a gift it is. And I didn't even have to be out there playing in it. Huh! Whodda' thunk.
Oh, and for those of you wondering. I am feeling a whole lot better! Thanks to Jesus (and, I'm sure, your prayers) I can actually sleep in the evening. I love being able to do that.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
His healing hand...
So, today I am sick. I hate being sick, but I really love the breaks you get while being sick. No, I don't mean how you get to sit on the couch while everyone bustles around you, or get to sleep till 2 in the afternoon (I still can't believe I did that!) The breaks I'm talking about are the ones where you're feeling like garbage, and then for 3 beautiful minutes you feel peaceful and rested. Those are the minutes I feel Jesus looking at me and loving me and being merciful to me. Then all the rest of the day is easier to bear, because you know that you deserve this pain, but Jesus spares you so much of it! Augh. I hate being a sinner. But you know one plus? I have an amazing Saviour!
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