Amelia wanted “eggy cheese” for breakfast and she wanted to help. Her only experience cracking eggs has been with her plastic color matching half dozen in her toy bin. She chose her egg from the carton on the kitchen counter and I gently wrapped my hand around hers, guiding her to tap, tap, tap on …
July 4, 2024
Today we celebrate independence. Many imagine God to be the tyrannical ruler whose bonds must be cast off in order to affect their Safety and Happiness, but nothing could be farther from the Truth. I read the transcript of the Declaration of Independence in its entirety from the national archives today. Declaration of Independence: A …
Look Below The Surface
https://videopress.com/v/QP0x0zwF?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true The fifty pound bag of fish food boasted “promotes aggressive feeding patterns.” It’s not wrong. The bluegill and turtle population meet us at the sea wall each evening as we trek the half acre to the lake edge. My husband took up feeding the fish in our first lakeside home when our children were …
Who’s Leading?
“Amelia,” I voiced in my most animated Lolly accent. “Let’s go take Jake outside and check the mail. You need your shoes.” She plopped down on the welcome mat, waiting for help with her slip-ons, then she ran out the door ahead of me, alternately dancing and running every step of the way. My granddaughter …
Searching For The Source
An isolated patch of moonlight shone on the floor at the foot of my bed. I’m up at all hours of the night and I had never seen this spot before so I stepped across it, searching for its origin. A full moon was just a day or two away. There were no clouds in …
The Right Words
“No, thank you!” Thomas said for the third time, his little voice steadily rising with each repetition. He is learning to respond with manners, at least with the right words, but he’s still getting the hang of appropriate responses. Like when he first learned he needed to ask for something he wanted but he still …
Who? Me?
Ready or not, here I come. Our neighbors’ children walked over to play with Thomas. The older just completed kindergarten. Her sibling is three and Thomas is two. The oldest counted to ten. Her sister darted behind a porch column and hid her own eyes. Thomas followed her, giggling happily, then circled back to where …
Can God Read?
“G-O-D, God,” read Thomas. It’s the first sight word I taught him, and why not? It’s the most important word to know, for him and for you and for me. It’s the beginning of understanding everything. Origin of man and the universe? God. Giver of life? God. Sustainer, Creator, Provider, Author, Purpose-Giver, Indwelling Spirit. The …
God’s Obedient Child
“No!” he intoned, and stomped his little foot. Today he did not want to change out of his pajamas. Yesterday he didn’t want to use the potty. The day before, he wanted dessert but he wouldn’t even taste his dinner. Why is this one syllable so easy to learn to use? Why not, “yes, Mom! …
God’s Body Building
Thomas was still too young for Legos. He thought the game was emptying the bucket. As soon as the crashing noise ended, he was on to something new. I called his attention back to the tower I was building but when he swatted it, it stayed put. What fun is a tower that can’t be …
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