Long before the costumes and candy were even consumed for Halloween, stores already had their Christmas products on the shelves. I saw Santa and Jack-o-lanterns literally across the aisle from each other at Target a few weeks ago. And now, while the candy still lingers in our pumpkin bowls, if you walk into any department store, mall, or craft store, you’d swear it was December as the sights, sounds, and smells all tell of Christmas.
Gentleman. I am convinced that if you were to look the word up in the dictionary, you’d have to find a picture of this man. I first met him at our high school graduation. I remember being taken with the fact that he had one of those sweaters with the reinforced elbows and remarked to Scott how much I loved his genuine “Grandpa sweater” and was convinced he’d be the perfect Worthers Original grandpa.
This week we took the kids to see a performance at the Sight and Sound theatre in Lancaster, Pa. If you ever get the opportunity to go (they also have a location in Branson, Mo) I highly recommend you go. (thankfully we were able to use a home school discount and take our family for less than the cost of one regularly priced ticket). We saw their production of In the Beginning, which was a rendition of the Creation story.
I am afraid I don’t have much for you this weekend in terms of deep thoughts. But I did stumble across this passage of Scripture. Doesn’t it make a wonderful prayer for us to offer up to our Lord? I am particularly challenged by verse 36. Oh, that I would turn my heart towards God’s statues rather than my own selfish gains. Teach me Oh God. Psalm 119:33-36
_ 33 Teach me, O LORD, to follow your decrees; then I will keep them to the end.
In my last weekend thought post, I mentioned my desire to teach my children to live their life in full and not let fear keep them from enjoying life’s pleasures. Ironically enough a week later I found myself having to choose between sitting on the sidelines or facing my fear.
15 years ago I got on a Gerris wheel with my friends. It seemed harmless enough at the time. But the combination of the height and the swaying car sent me into a full fledge panic.
I’m sorry. Really I am. I had every intention of posting a thought this weekend and here it is Sunday night and I haven’t posted since Thursday!! Last week was my first week back into the real world. For the past 5 years I for the most part lived without an alarm. I’d wake when the kids woke, and our day would begin, sloooooowly after that. Now that we’re in Kindergarten I’m up at 6 and getting the circus crew fed, dressed and ready to start the day by 8 am.
My child has been permanently scarred by a helium balloon.
I’m sure you think that I am kidding or exaggerating, but I promise you I am not. Remember this? Well two months after that traumatic experience, Scott took the kids to buy a balloon for my birthday, and needless to say my son (being the oldest child, and the overly cautious one that he is), was very nervous about the balloon flying away.
Last week I survived the Annapolis 10 Mile Run. I’d like to say that I raced it or ran it, but in actuality I just survived it.
While one might wonder why I am not more excited and proud of such an accomplishment, it is because the year prior, I ran it well. I trained for it all summer and come race day I did my best. Now my best is only about 15 min faster than my survival pace, but the feeling I had when crossing the finish line was worlds different.
Have you ever experienced complete darkness? I’m not talking about shutting out the lights before you crawl under the covers, but total darkness. In our electronic world of LEDs, it’s something we don’t often experience. During our time exploring Carlsbad earlier this week, the ranger brought us into a cavern 830 feet below the earth and shut off the lights. No flash lights. No matches. No floor lights. Nothing.
It was dark.
When the summer began I had big goals and plans for myself. I signed up for the Annapolis 10 Mile Run again this year, this time running with several of my high school friends. I had high hopes of running 3 or 4 times a week all summer. I had already envisioned how great my new, sleek running body would look come the end of August. I also enrolled in a Bible Study at a nearby church that was a hosting a Beth Moore study on the book of Esther.