Just thinking…
My son says they’ve kind of defaulted to break and bake cookies as a standard at their house these days. Hungering for some homemade cookies he locates a recipe promising, 5 dozen. He rolls the dough into 12 COOKIES, bakes and eats, 2. Later, doing the math he realizes each cookie represents 5…which leaves him eating 10 cookies at the sampling. And his wife eating 10 cookies for an little “afternoon snack.” He’s telling us this little story at dinner table where he’s asked the question, “so what, you didn’t bring any to share?” To which he replies, “no way, I only had 8 left…” Love that kid.
I hate it when I am shaving my legs 80 miles an hour and I get too close to my ankle or knee while moving at high speed. Let’s just say, I’m going to be sporting a Barbie bandaid again tomorrow!
Jacie asked me for a journal. I am grateful for the shaping.
Tuesday night I walked into a meeting where Kerry says, “Pastor, I couldn’t wait to see you! I’ve been wanting to tell you what I saw! You’ve been telling us since we got here, “if our children don’t see us pray, they will not learn to pray and if our children don’t hear us praise, they will not learn to praise.”" He goes on to describe a scene he had the privilege of witnessing as he stood behind a daddy and a young worshiper last Sunday. Daddy raised his hands in praise while holding his little one in his arms. Before long, his son extended his hands to the heavens reflecting the image of his daddy. Grateful that our children are moving us by example. Grateful that we are watching for these faith moments as they are being developed in our young worshipers. Grateful for a faith community who is willing to abandon what is safe and easy in order to embrace opportunities to pass faith to the next generation.
I had a similar experience going on in the front row. Holding Rylan in my arms I found myself expressing praise as we declare the Reign of God. When I dropped my hand Rylan reached over and helped me raise it again. As if to say, “I’ll support your arm Grandma…” Grateful…
We never have “D” batteries. I’m going to buy some.
Football season officially started at our house Thursday night at 7:30. That is not necessarily a celebration. Just an announcement. I do however love anything that brings my family together and home. Enjoyed dinner with the fam, the grandbaby hugs and playtime, my daughters-in-laws–the unplanned connecting time. Ummm, love it.
Had lots of time to read lately. What’s that about?
I love it when I go into the bookstore seeking a title and find it on sale. Don’t really save any money cause I’m always compelled to purchase and extra and give it away.
It’s Pastor Shane birthday. He’s 33, just like Jesus. He is a gift to me.
The sunshine makes me feel good.
Grateful for prayer time at nbc this a.m.
Introduced my husband to neighbors cafe this a.m. He…likes it a lot. I am not surprised.
Just thinking…
