The Problem

Mackenzie to me this morning: “Mommy, remember that problem we used to have here?”

Well, I can certainlyu remember some problems, but none that you with your little 3 year old mind should remember,or even be aware of.

Mommy: “What problem, Mackenzie?”

Mackenzie: ” You know, when we didn’t have a dollhouse for me to play with my little girls in. That was the problem.”

Oh right……..That problem. How could I have forgotten that one. You know the one, that on the scale of problems registered about a , oh, I don’t know, mabe a …..negative number.

Wouldn’t you love to be able to get into the mind of a little one!!



Back in the BRF saddle again. It’s been awhile and my Reviews have been sporadic.  I’m back on track this week and am praying that I’ll be able to stay on track.

The first thing that I have to say about Joel, is that I had trouble getting past the first few verses.

(1:2-3)  Hear this, you elders; listen, all who live in the land. Has anything like this ever happened in your days or in the days of your forefathers?  Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.

Tell them.  Tell your children, tell your grandchildren.  So that they can learn from what has happened to you.  Tell them about the hard times so they can learn from what you learned, and know that someone else has gone through it when their own hard times come.  Tell them also about the good times, so they can see how you were blessed.  Lead by example, and tell them.  Let your stories of hard times and blessing, too, be used to teach the generations coming behind you.   Everytime I would read these verses I would stop and think and think and think And sometimes only get this far.  Can I honestly tell my children that when the hard times came, I relyed only my Savior, that I knew that He would get me through?  That even when nothing seemed to be going right, I knew that He was in control?  That when the blessings came and things were going well, that I praised and thanked Him for that?  Can I tell my kids that I depended on my Savior always? 

(2:12) “Even now,” declares the Lord, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.”

Even now–even after the locusts, or the awful things that have happened , return to Me.  I’m still here.  Return–turn back.  Stop going your own way, turn around and come back to Me.  I’m still here.  I’m so thankful for a God who is still there, waiting for me to return when I’ve gone off in my own direction and strayed from His path for me.

I loved Joel.  The song that kept going through my head as I was reading was this one.  “And so what we have learned applies to our lives today, God has alot to say in this book.”  Yup, VeggieTales.   No matter what book Shannon chooses for us to read, there is always something there for us to learn.  Always.  Whenever I first start to read a book in the Old Testament, I find myself wondering what can possibly apply to me, today.  But it’s there, I just need to read it, and read with an open heart.  He’ll show me.  It’s God’s Word, and it’s still alive and still applies today!

WFMW: The Clean Plate Club

wfmwheader_16.jpgWe have a new club here at the kitchen table.  “The Clean Plate Club”.  We have  a few fussy eaters and nothing seemed to be working.  So Saturday night (with no prior thought or warning)  I blurted out “Who’s going to be a member of the clean plate club tonight?  I know I am.”  Daddy immediately piped up with “I am, too”.  And two of the three kids joined that night.  And were rewarded a cookie after supper.

Now the thing about the club, is that membership expires daily, and so you need to join again everyday.  And sometimes there are treats after, and sometimes not.  You gotta keep them guessing!  But whether the are treats or not, all recieve much praise and accolades, high fives and hugs from Mom and Dad.  Last night we only had four members, instead of five and the kids who joined were rewarded with a piece of sugarless gum after supper.  I’m sure the little girl who missed out last night, will join tonight!  It works for me!

My very first WFMW!  You can find lots of other great tips over at Shannon’s.  Be sure to check it out!

Here we go again…

My neurotic tendencies are showing through again.  I just rearranged my clothesline so that two of Mackenzie’s striped shirts would not be next to each other.  The stripes were different colors and designs–they couldn’t be next to each other!  Not pleasing to the eye and all that.  Like anyone actually pays any attention to my clothesline, for crying out loud!

How pathetic can I possibly be?  In case you didn’t already realize I am obsessed consious of how my clothesline looks. 

Happy Spring Day!!

Because who can make fun of me …..

….better than me?

Let me just say one little word–Starold!!   Starold????!!!  If you were at church last night, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, because I know you did!  And if you weren’t at church Starold is a combination of mine and Ray’s puppet names.

In my defense, can I just say that:

~I said it while we were practising and Ray started teasing me that I would say it during the skit (Of course I would!)

~Mackenzie started saying that she had to go to the bathroom right when we had to go out and get ready (I’m sure you heard that too!)

~Travis started to flip out because he didn’t want us to leave him with Grammy, and then because he forgot the envelope for the offering and had to go back to his seat to get it.

~When we got around to the side door to go in behind the stage, for some reason all I could imagine was that the door was locked! (It wasn’t!)

~I tripped going in behind the stage. (Thought I was going to knock it over!)

~We forgot to hang up the micro-phone until just the last second.

It all added up to a slightly stressful puppet presentation!

So there you have it, the story of why “Starold” escaped form my mouth instead of Harold!  And since it wasn’t an overly funny skit, at least it provided a bit of comic relief!

Reminders from a rose….

See the pretty rose at the top of my blog now?  That’s my rose–I grew it myself!  Ray bought me a little rose bush a few summers ago, and I planted it in front of the house and nurtured it all summer, and was amazed when it bloomed–I’m terrible with plants.  I so loved that beautiful rose, it was gorgeous.  There were some more buds, too but I think the dog must have gotten them.  That was the only rose I had all year.  And then fall came, and winter and I kind of forgot (okay, never got around to)  getting it ready for winter and that was the end of my rose bush.  Oh, I loved it though.  Today, even though it’s cool out, feels so springy, and yesterday even more so.  Sounds like it’s going to be warm for the next few days.  So my rose is at the top of my blog to remind me that spring really is coming and with it gardens to get ready. Last spring I was recovering from surgery and couldn’t do anything with my garden (thank goodness for perenials, though, at least there was something there!)  Oh, but this year….I can’t wait for that first trip down the road to Brooklyn Farms to pick out my flowers!  I plan to do a herb garden this year, too, for the first time.  Can spring get here fast enough?

 But as much as the picture of my rose reminds me that spring is coming, I have it there as another reminder as well.  As I press on in this life toward the ultimate goal, my rose reminds me that my relationship with my Lord is like that rose bush.  It needs nurturing, it needs care, or it will shrivel up and die.  Just like that rose bush needed water and fertilizer to grow, I need the meat from the Word, and a consistant prayer life to grow. And when the cold weather came, and the rose bush had been neglected, it didn’t make it. Right now, when all is smooth sailing in my life, and somedays I think that I’m doing okay on my own, I still need to be nurturing my relationship so that it will survive and still flourish even when the hard times come.

I’m so thankful for a God who remains faithful and constant even when I’m not.


january-february-2006-079.jpgdscf0551.JPGwith Rosie……

 Mackenzie and her Daddy have a very special bond.  They even have a special name for their snuggling.  They call it “Cozy with Rosie”.  (‘Cause her middle name is Rose!)  It amazes me how close they are. She lights up when he gets home, and is very upset if he leaves for work before she gets up in the morning.  She’s definitely “Daddy’s girl”.  Although she tells me that she’s my girl, too. (And Darian’s and Travis’s and Grammy’s and Uncle Kory’s……..!) She’s full of hugs and told me today that she loves to hug–anything!  I caught her today hugging the kitchen chair, the clothes drying rack, and always her dolls and stuffed animals.  But only I get the special hugging song. She comes up to me and says, “Mommy, I’d like to give you a hug”, and as she does she sings this little song.  “I love to hug my Mommy, the most beautiful, prettiest mommy in the whole wide world.”  Could you not just melt! 

Yup, Daddy and Kenzie may have the special snuggling, but Mommy and Kenzie certainly have the special hug time!!  We are so blessed!

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