Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
This guy is a machine. We enrolled our children in the AWANA program at our church in September. He has taken on the books and the verses like a beast. A beast of memorizing that cannot be stopped.
He just won 1st place in the "Belt of Truth" competition having memorized and recited the most verses. He was the last man standing in the stand off, so to speak.
Since September he has logged away 65 plus verses in his noggin as well as the entire Psalm 103.
He also has completed 2 full books in this short time there. This alone has earned him the "shortest- time - for- someone- to- accomplish- so- many- discovery- assignments" title in this particular AWANA club this year.
As his momma, I am proud as punch! I think I'll reward him with a haircut.
I really wish that I could say that somehow I am responsible for this. That I had some sort of great system that I trained them in, kept them accountable and rewarded their diligence.
I had no idea that they were doing as well as they were until some other parent told me. Awkward?
My only contribution to these babies accomplishments has been keeping their T&T duds clean. I can't really brag about that because they have been known to attend AWANA with ketchup on their shirts.
Oh, and I have rescued an occasional book from Baby Mys chubby grasp who likes to mercilessly scribble on them. She doesn't like to be left out.
They do however come by their great memorizing ability honestly.
I have been trying to memorize a verse a week myself using the igoogle application for memorizing scripture. Although it's great and I am memorizing. It does not come easily, but rather goes easily.
Week 1 the verse is memorized, week 2 and 3 new ones are added. I then try to recall what week 1's verse was and for the life of me I cannot remember a single thing about the verse or where I might find it in the Bible and the 3 post it notes that it was scribbled on can no where be found. They have now joined the missing sock pairs, baby toothbrush and pencil sharpeners that are never to be located again.
I figure that the Holy Spirit is more than able to help me recall the verse when it might be needed the most. So I continue to plow through anyway.
Although, it would be nice not to be shown up consistently by my children who ramble off verses by the tens, and laugh at my feeble attempts to recall one.
I blame it on television and video games. I watched far too much as a child and played way too much as well.
Let this be a warning to you young mothers. :)
So young man and baby girl, I am VERY proud of you both!
Love, your mama xo
p.s. You both may be better at memorizing, but I got you beat in the dancing department. I do a mean polka and you know it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
You know you let your 4 yr. old watch too much Veggie Tales when you hear him indignant after being kicked out of his sisters room open up the door one last time to bellow at them
"I'll have you know that I am no ordinary tomatoe!!"
On husbands ~
Hearing him talk on the phone to a customer... loving how professional, intelligent, and funny he sounds and thinking that you can't wait until you have him all to yourself later.
On homeschooling ~
Marking and explaining Algebra is no more fun or exciting than doing Algebra was.
On spring ~
Man, I need to shave my legs more often.
On exercise ~
Why, oh why does this just not get easier...and why when taking a very small break 4weeks does it feel like you have never run in your life or used your legs or lungs before, for that matter.
On chocolate ~
Must find 12 stepper for this...it is getting reeediculous.
On teenage boys ~
It matters not on how much food that you make, you CANNOT fill their bottomless stomachs with all the food prep in the world. While you eat your small salad with a large side of air, they consume every morsel of food in site plus some. And yet my abs are nowhere to be found and he has a 6 pack.
On the movie "Amazing Grace" ~
I loved, LOVED this. Relating with how William Wilberforce delighted in the Lord, was giddy to just spend time with Him. Seeing his internal struggle with what God was calling him too.
We are to delight fully in the Lord AND we are called to action. Williams physical suffering, personal sacrifice, and persecution all for the cause to which He was called.
The triumphant ending resulting in myself consumed by the ugly cry and much partaking of chocolate.
On giving your almost 12 yr old boy his own cool multi-tip screw driver and leaving various electronics unattended ~
You end up with some weird, makes no sense contents of your head poured out for all to see, post.
On trusting God ~
He is faithful. And I am humbly grateful.
p.s. Feel free to leave your own randomness in the comments..I would love to read them.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
You are thinking that she looks cute perched here.
It all looks rather harmless.
How about now?
No, my baby girl is not perched on a fence post while I lie on the ground so that I can get cute photos of her.
Why do you ask?
I would never be that terrible and crazy as a mother.
I assure those of you that are having heart palpitations at this moment that tradesman is very much close by. I had to crop him out of the pictures.
She was quite proud of herself.
Really, it was all her idea.
Monday, April 12, 2010
"To many in my generation, my decision to stay home is a fruitless sacrifice, a waste of feminine intelligence and abilities.
~Sally Clarkson in the book "Seasons of a Mothers heart"
Tend to your seedlings mommas.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
This burden of my sin. It cuts deep knowing that after all that He did for me, I still so easily fail Him. His death means freedom from eternal punishment, His resurrection means hope, new life and yet, I still weep.
I know that He is my everything, my all and all and I long to please Him.
Oh Father, how I long to please you.
I wander aimlessly around lost in my thoughts these last couple of days in the aftermath of the Easter weekend.
I reflect at how Jesus still seems to get brushed to the side no matter how much I vow to put Him front and center. I promise every year it will be different. I add new traditions, I am intentional, but in all its planned purpose, it still lacks.
Can we really ever be reverent enough, can we really ever dwell on His holiness, His sacrifice in a way that will satisfy our innermost desire to embrace His suffering and death to the point that somehow we will have given it justice.
I am human. I am selfish. I will always be at a loss.
Each day as I lay here at His feet, I again realize that it's daily.
Deny, Deny, Deny.
I will deny my flesh. I NEED to deny my flesh.
My humanness is a mess, always such a mess. He is perfect, blameless and He loves...Oh, how my Saviour loves.
I shield my eyes from the mess, the gory, brutal mess of my first love hanging there on that cross. His blood it drips and spills, pours out for me and I feel hot tears fresh on my face. I watch them drip on the floor and marvel at how broken I am yet again.
You bring me to my knees, your love for my wretched soul. I come knowing that I am not worthy, you alone are my ransom. Bought and paid for with the blood stained tree, the spikes encased in flesh, the bruised, battered body and the salty, tear stained face.
My pride, my selfishness, my laziness, my impatience, my anger, my lack of self control, it's all here.
I am led to the cross. In all its ugliness there is beauty too great to put into words. A beauty that takes my breath away.
He thinks I am worthy enough, he has seen something worth saving that I don't see.
I am humbled, my soul stirs deep and I count the cost.
I belong to you.
I belong to you.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
"Salvation is free, but there is a price to pay in following Jesus."
Take Up Your Cross and Follow Jesus.
Matthew 16:24 ~
"Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." (ESV)
What's your cross to bear?
Friday, April 2, 2010
(remember to turn music off in my sidebar to watch video)
Remembering my Saviours suffering and death today.
Counting the cost of my sin.
Feeling set free.
On my knees in gratefulness.
At the Cross
There is forgiveness.
At the Cross
I know redemption.
At the Cross
I find purpose.