(As we drank hot chocolate at Starbucks, he wanted a straw. We told him you don't drink hot chocolate with a straw, but you can suck it through the little hole in the lid.)
"If I sip too much from the hole, it burns my ears, and my throat."
(When discussing Santa and his love of cookies.)
"Did you know that Santa is estracted (translation: attracted) to cookies? That's why he's fat. He's very estracted to cookies."
"When I chew the blueberries on this side of my mouth, it tastes like a blueberry. But when I chew the blueberries on the other side of mouth, it tastes like a raspberry, not a blueberry."
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Some Reflection
Well, to say this year has been interesting would be an understatement of immense proportions.
For a brief moment, I felt that - for the first time in my adult life - I had what I'd always wanted. No, I wasn't even close to rich, but I had a job. I wasn't engaged or married, but I had someone that might be. My family was together, we were happy and healthy and life was going along.
Then, it all went away. Job, special, family - all ripped from me. I've cried more in the last few months than I have in years. I've prayed and asked what the point of it was? In fact, just typing about it is difficult.
What I finally discovered.... well, not discovered, exactly, because I've always known.... So, I finally got it into my heart that God is good.
In what was the lowest point of the year, after having a "conversation" (and I use the term loosely), it finally hit me in my gut and heart that He is here. He won't leave or forsake me. And, for the first time in my adult life, I had peace about all the shtuff that my life was going through.
I'm still not rich. I'm still alone. My family will never be the same. I still cry a lot (being a girl sucks sometimes!). But, God is good. And as this year closes, I refuse to let go of the tiny thread of hope that's left in me and to trust that He will make make it ok.
Happy New Year!
For a brief moment, I felt that - for the first time in my adult life - I had what I'd always wanted. No, I wasn't even close to rich, but I had a job. I wasn't engaged or married, but I had someone that might be. My family was together, we were happy and healthy and life was going along.
Then, it all went away. Job, special, family - all ripped from me. I've cried more in the last few months than I have in years. I've prayed and asked what the point of it was? In fact, just typing about it is difficult.
What I finally discovered.... well, not discovered, exactly, because I've always known.... So, I finally got it into my heart that God is good.
In what was the lowest point of the year, after having a "conversation" (and I use the term loosely), it finally hit me in my gut and heart that He is here. He won't leave or forsake me. And, for the first time in my adult life, I had peace about all the shtuff that my life was going through.
I'm still not rich. I'm still alone. My family will never be the same. I still cry a lot (being a girl sucks sometimes!). But, God is good. And as this year closes, I refuse to let go of the tiny thread of hope that's left in me and to trust that He will make make it ok.
Happy New Year!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
MB Quotes of the Week
"When I talk, I don't breath. Here, feel my nose. It's very hard for me to talk and breath at the same time."
"Did you know singing is good for your brain?"
(He was sick last weekend and had to stay home from school with Geemaw and Bapa.)
"Do they stay here very often?"
(Talking to MG while she put on a red shirt and before she pulled it all the way over her head.)
"You look like a red camel. With your hair showing. And a vacano [translation: volcano] for your noes. And little round puffy vacano's for your ears."
(MG was telling me all about her field trip to the Outdoor Learning Area and how she loved it. I told her that she is very smart and has a science and math brain. Which I don't have!)
"I have a coloring brain. 'Cuz I like to color and draw and color all the time."
"Did you know singing is good for your brain?"
(He was sick last weekend and had to stay home from school with Geemaw and Bapa.)
"Do they stay here very often?"
(Talking to MG while she put on a red shirt and before she pulled it all the way over her head.)
"You look like a red camel. With your hair showing. And a vacano [translation: volcano] for your noes. And little round puffy vacano's for your ears."
(MG was telling me all about her field trip to the Outdoor Learning Area and how she loved it. I told her that she is very smart and has a science and math brain. Which I don't have!)
"I have a coloring brain. 'Cuz I like to color and draw and color all the time."
Friday, December 11, 2009
Just Add Water...
Forgiveness is a funny thing. Of course I believe that it's necessary. God mandates it. Therefore, you must forgive. As a Jesus-follower, you want to forgive. And you do - eventually.
The thing is that forgiveness isn't like instant hot chocolate. You can't just add water and stir and - Voila! - instant and delicious forgiveness.
I grew up thinking that if I didn't totally and truly forgive someone the instant they wronged me in some way I would not go to heaven if I died right then. The last few months have finally broken that guilt associated with the inability to instantly and 100% forgive someone. And I believe that God - in His crazily infinite mercy - understands and grants us that grace.
I've come to realize that forgiveness is a process. For some things, the instant forgiveness is easy. Your sister punching you in the arm is usually quickly forgiven and forgotten. Some things, however, take much longer.
As I've worked through my own journey towards complete forgiveness, I've seen that some days are easy. Ok, yes, I forgive you. Other days, not so much. It doesn't help when the person you are wanting so hard to forgive seems to flaunt the thing you are so desparatly wanting to forgive them for.
I know that I will forgive. I want to, need to, have to. Even if there wasn't a million other reasons, just the fact that I've needed forgiveness for terrible things that I've done would be enough.
I just can't promise that it will be today.
Thank God for His grace for my human-stuff.
The thing is that forgiveness isn't like instant hot chocolate. You can't just add water and stir and - Voila! - instant and delicious forgiveness.
I grew up thinking that if I didn't totally and truly forgive someone the instant they wronged me in some way I would not go to heaven if I died right then. The last few months have finally broken that guilt associated with the inability to instantly and 100% forgive someone. And I believe that God - in His crazily infinite mercy - understands and grants us that grace.
I've come to realize that forgiveness is a process. For some things, the instant forgiveness is easy. Your sister punching you in the arm is usually quickly forgiven and forgotten. Some things, however, take much longer.
As I've worked through my own journey towards complete forgiveness, I've seen that some days are easy. Ok, yes, I forgive you. Other days, not so much. It doesn't help when the person you are wanting so hard to forgive seems to flaunt the thing you are so desparatly wanting to forgive them for.
I know that I will forgive. I want to, need to, have to. Even if there wasn't a million other reasons, just the fact that I've needed forgiveness for terrible things that I've done would be enough.
I just can't promise that it will be today.
Thank God for His grace for my human-stuff.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Brain Spasm
The kindergartners at the kid's school make a Christmas sweatshirt every year. Of course, I forgot about it until the teacher sent out a friendly reminder on Tuesday. So, Wednesday before church we head to Target to get a plain (preferably white) sweatshirt.
None.
Not only was the sweatshirt selection very tiny, the few they did have were covered in graphics.
Which meant a trip to, gulp, Wal-Mart.
So, yesterday I went to Wal-Mart. And spent 20 minutes wandering between the boys, girls and toddler section. I finally found one plain gray sweatshirt hidden amongst all the graphic-covered ones. (The selection was pitiful.)
So what do I do?
I go and forget to put it in MB's backpack. (Smack on the forehead.)
I noticed when I went upstairs AFTER they had gotten on the bus. So, another hurried morning to rush out the door and get it to school before they started painting them - at 8:15.
I need a nap now.
None.
Not only was the sweatshirt selection very tiny, the few they did have were covered in graphics.
Which meant a trip to, gulp, Wal-Mart.
So, yesterday I went to Wal-Mart. And spent 20 minutes wandering between the boys, girls and toddler section. I finally found one plain gray sweatshirt hidden amongst all the graphic-covered ones. (The selection was pitiful.)
So what do I do?
I go and forget to put it in MB's backpack. (Smack on the forehead.)
I noticed when I went upstairs AFTER they had gotten on the bus. So, another hurried morning to rush out the door and get it to school before they started painting them - at 8:15.
I need a nap now.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Explosions!
This morning I was still upstairs, cleaning up and trying to wake up. I heard a sound and my dad sounding surprised.
It turns out that we had a bizarre explosion of sorts.
My dad was being domestic and doing the dishes. He was washing some by hand since the dishwasher was clean. He had taken a small glass bowl out of the wash-water, dried it and set it on the counter.
Then it exploded. And went EVERYWHERE.
No, really. Everywhere.
He sent it on the counter by the sink, which is where the bar is. The glass went over the bar into the living room - including around the wall - and covered the kitchen floor and the floor out in the piano room. It also broke the garbage disposal.
We needed to clean the floors anyway.
It turns out that we had a bizarre explosion of sorts.
My dad was being domestic and doing the dishes. He was washing some by hand since the dishwasher was clean. He had taken a small glass bowl out of the wash-water, dried it and set it on the counter.
Then it exploded. And went EVERYWHERE.
No, really. Everywhere.
He sent it on the counter by the sink, which is where the bar is. The glass went over the bar into the living room - including around the wall - and covered the kitchen floor and the floor out in the piano room. It also broke the garbage disposal.
We needed to clean the floors anyway.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
White? What?
Seriously.
Two days ago it was in the 70's and I was wearing a tank top and open-toed shoes. Today we got up and it was snowing. In a few days it will be 60 again.
Seriously, Texas. One season at a time, please!
Two days ago it was in the 70's and I was wearing a tank top and open-toed shoes. Today we got up and it was snowing. In a few days it will be 60 again.
Seriously, Texas. One season at a time, please!
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