And another answered, "That's how it rolls." : )
February 28, 2008
Sticky story that made me smile
Today during school one of the kids asked "Why is glue sticky?"
February 27, 2008
Wednesdays in the Word
We had quite a thunderstorm last night at bedtime.
One of our kiddos was a little frightened and wanted prayer.
After praying, all I could think of was Julie Andrew's saying "The lightening says something to the thunder and the thunder answers back."
And because Joy and I had just watched The Sound*of*Music over the weekend, I had to break out singing "When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad...." and twirling around the room. : )
But what is MUCH better than singing (off key) about "your favorite things" when you're afraid, is to read what Psalm 27 says.
"Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear.
Though war may rise up against me,
in this I will be confident.
One thing have I desired of the Lord,
that will I seek'
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the Lord
and to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion,
in the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me.
He shall set me high upon a rock."
~Becky
who is a big Sound*of*Music fan!
One of our kiddos was a little frightened and wanted prayer.
After praying, all I could think of was Julie Andrew's saying "The lightening says something to the thunder and the thunder answers back."
And because Joy and I had just watched The Sound*of*Music over the weekend, I had to break out singing "When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad...." and twirling around the room. : )
But what is MUCH better than singing (off key) about "your favorite things" when you're afraid, is to read what Psalm 27 says.
"Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear.
Though war may rise up against me,
in this I will be confident.
One thing have I desired of the Lord,
that will I seek'
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the Lord
and to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion,
in the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me.
He shall set me high upon a rock."
~Becky
who is a big Sound*of*Music fan!
February 25, 2008
Making more than breakfast
On Sundays we are up and out of the house pretty early since we have a bit of a drive.
To coax us out of bed, my hubby enjoys making us a delicious breakfast every week. ~And do we EVER enjoy it!!!
Andrew is Daddy's breakfast helper.
He loves to get up early to help him cook. He and daddy happen to be total morning people.
Andrew wakes up with a smile on his face every day! I just love it.
One Monday he told me:
"It's so fun to cook with the best dad in the world. Cracking eggs really wakes me up. You know with all that gooey stuff coming out and all. I just couldn't ask for a better dad. Some dads are too nice and they spoil their kids. Some dads are too mean and harsh! But, some dads train their kids to do what's right and then they thank them!"
To coax us out of bed, my hubby enjoys making us a delicious breakfast every week. ~And do we EVER enjoy it!!!
Andrew is Daddy's breakfast helper.
He loves to get up early to help him cook. He and daddy happen to be total morning people.
Andrew wakes up with a smile on his face every day! I just love it.
One Monday he told me:
"It's so fun to cook with the best dad in the world. Cracking eggs really wakes me up. You know with all that gooey stuff coming out and all. I just couldn't ask for a better dad. Some dads are too nice and they spoil their kids. Some dads are too mean and harsh! But, some dads train their kids to do what's right and then they thank them!"
Isn't that sweet?!
(~maybe I should try cracking some eggs the next time I have trouble getting up in the morning) ; )
~ Becky
February 22, 2008
More on our new bird
We've had the best time with our baby parrotlet, Lil' Jimmy.
He's been a bundle of fun. We are still feeding him with a syringe every two hours. He loves to be petted on the side of his neck. That first week he would eat and then fall asleep cupped in my hand. What a baby!
He's very quiet except when he eats. Then he chirps for the whole world to hear.
He did a lot of flapping that first week but he never got himself off the ground.
He's very punctual. Every night at 8:00 pm he's ready to call it a day. Once in awhile he actually sings in his sleep. It's a quiet, sweet little melody.
Well, because of those 2 hour feedings, he was our traveling buddy all that first weekend. He came with us to make 150 sandwiches on Friday night for the following day's JBQ match. Then he came with us to the matches and hung out while the kids quizzed 10 rounds!
Sunday, my family elected me for bird sitting duty. But I didn't really want to miss church so, I smuggled him into church with me in a little cage, in a large tote bag. : )
I fed him in the car before church and he didn't make a peep the whole service. Well, except for a little fluttering, but when I peeked in on him, he stopped. I was so, nervous the whole time because who ever heard of someone bringing a baby parrot to church with them?!
My hubby said I was definitely on my own with that and I bet he was relieved when something came up and he wasn't able to sit with me in the service. ha ha ; )
That Sunday evening he flew for the very first time.
And then, Jimmy turned into a whole new bird!
Very rarely will he sleep in our laps now. He has places to go and people to fly to! He's also started eating seeds! Hurray!
Andrew has taught him to come to us when we stick out our arm.
So, when we are taking breaks from school, you can find us all in the family room sticking out our arms and all saying "Come here, Jimmy" all at once.
Bless his confused heart. He looks from one to the other of us and back again like he can't decide who to go to.
Sometimes he just stays put on the arm of the couch and you know he's thinking "you people need to get a life." : )
We have high hopes that he will one day say "Jesus loves you." But, I'm afraid what he hears the most is "Come here, Jimmy." Which is not a very cool thing to have your parrot say. But we'll keep working on "Jesus loves you."
Now we are on week three in bird-land, and he doesn't bother to wait until we call him and stick out our arms. Lil' Jimmy likes to take off and fly to and from our heads!!! He's become quite the character.
He LOVES pencils!!!
My friend saw him the other day and couldn't believe he was the same bird.
Here he is in all his new fine feathered-ness!!! ; )
He's been a bundle of fun. We are still feeding him with a syringe every two hours. He loves to be petted on the side of his neck. That first week he would eat and then fall asleep cupped in my hand. What a baby!
He's very quiet except when he eats. Then he chirps for the whole world to hear.
He did a lot of flapping that first week but he never got himself off the ground.
He's very punctual. Every night at 8:00 pm he's ready to call it a day. Once in awhile he actually sings in his sleep. It's a quiet, sweet little melody.
Well, because of those 2 hour feedings, he was our traveling buddy all that first weekend. He came with us to make 150 sandwiches on Friday night for the following day's JBQ match. Then he came with us to the matches and hung out while the kids quizzed 10 rounds!
Sunday, my family elected me for bird sitting duty. But I didn't really want to miss church so, I smuggled him into church with me in a little cage, in a large tote bag. : )
I fed him in the car before church and he didn't make a peep the whole service. Well, except for a little fluttering, but when I peeked in on him, he stopped. I was so, nervous the whole time because who ever heard of someone bringing a baby parrot to church with them?!
My hubby said I was definitely on my own with that and I bet he was relieved when something came up and he wasn't able to sit with me in the service. ha ha ; )
That Sunday evening he flew for the very first time.
And then, Jimmy turned into a whole new bird!
Very rarely will he sleep in our laps now. He has places to go and people to fly to! He's also started eating seeds! Hurray!
Andrew has taught him to come to us when we stick out our arm.
So, when we are taking breaks from school, you can find us all in the family room sticking out our arms and all saying "Come here, Jimmy" all at once.
Bless his confused heart. He looks from one to the other of us and back again like he can't decide who to go to.
Sometimes he just stays put on the arm of the couch and you know he's thinking "you people need to get a life." : )
We have high hopes that he will one day say "Jesus loves you." But, I'm afraid what he hears the most is "Come here, Jimmy." Which is not a very cool thing to have your parrot say. But we'll keep working on "Jesus loves you."
Now we are on week three in bird-land, and he doesn't bother to wait until we call him and stick out our arms. Lil' Jimmy likes to take off and fly to and from our heads!!! He's become quite the character.
He LOVES pencils!!!
My friend saw him the other day and couldn't believe he was the same bird.
Here he is in all his new fine feathered-ness!!! ; )
Quite a change from this photo!
One of the kids told me that they were very disappointed that Jimmy can fly and eat seeds now because "he won't ever be able to go to church with us again."
No, he won't. -Glory, glory, Hallelujah!" ; )
February 20, 2008
A Seed Bearing Fruit Many Years Later...
This story appeared in a church bulliten in AL. It was written by the preacher.
It is about my mom and the impact she had on his family many years ago.
"It has been over thirty since B was converted by a coworker. She was a very young woman then, so shy that she could scarecely look anyone in the eye or raise her voice above a whisper. Soon after her conversion, that same coworker introduced her to her to D.
B and D fell in love, were married and had two little girls. (one of those was me!)
While B worked, a non-Christian family related to the coworker, took care of her girls. As a result, a close friendship developed between B and this family.
By the time the girls were school age, they were no longer in regular contact with the non-Christian family. About this time, B learned that she had terminal cancer. Meanwhile, the non-Christian family went about their lives, giving little or no thought to God.
One rainy night, the doorbell rang at the non-Christian family's home. The teenage boy living there answered the door to see the diminutive B wet and shivering on the porch. She asked the boy to go and get his parents and sister because she had something important to tell them. As he let her in, the boy noticed that B was shivering as much from fear as from cold.
When the entire family assembled in the living room, B began to speak in a quivering yet louder and more purposeful voice than any of them had ever heard from her.
"I came to ask you to foregice me. I have known you all of this time and have not spoken to you about the Lord. Now I am dying and I want to beg you to please consider that Christ died for you and that you need to begin living for Him before it is too late," said B through tears that bordered on sobs.
After extending a polite "thank you" to B, she left. A few months later she died, leaving behind D and their two school age girls. At her funeral, the non-Christian family wept along with others, yet without the underlying joy expressed by B's coworker and fellow Christians. How can they bear such a tragedy as the loss of a young woman with children she will never see grow up, thought the teenage boy.
"Wasn't it a kind thing she did, coming to our house that night," each family member recalled. Each agreed it was the kindest thing they had ever seen anyone do for them.
Each of the four family members B went to visit that rainy night has since been influenced for good by many others. Yet each still recalls her beautiful act whenever anything brings it to mind.
Ten years after B's death, the teenage boy who answered the door the night of her visit was baptized into Christ, specifically recalling her deed. The next year, both of the boy's parents were baptized into Christ. And twenty years after her parents, and thirty years after B's death, the boy's sister was baptized, also recalling B's visit. All who heard B speak that night are now faithful Christians.
I am the teenage boy who answered the door. And what B did for my family over thiry years ago is still the kindest and most courageous deed anyone besides the lord has ever done for me.
I will never forget her, nor will I let anyone else forget. By the way, her favorite hymn was "Fairest Lord Jesus." It is mine too."
~ D.C.
May 11, 2003
I hope this precious story plants even more seeds today....
~Becky
It is about my mom and the impact she had on his family many years ago.
"It has been over thirty since B was converted by a coworker. She was a very young woman then, so shy that she could scarecely look anyone in the eye or raise her voice above a whisper. Soon after her conversion, that same coworker introduced her to her to D.
B and D fell in love, were married and had two little girls. (one of those was me!)
While B worked, a non-Christian family related to the coworker, took care of her girls. As a result, a close friendship developed between B and this family.
By the time the girls were school age, they were no longer in regular contact with the non-Christian family. About this time, B learned that she had terminal cancer. Meanwhile, the non-Christian family went about their lives, giving little or no thought to God.
One rainy night, the doorbell rang at the non-Christian family's home. The teenage boy living there answered the door to see the diminutive B wet and shivering on the porch. She asked the boy to go and get his parents and sister because she had something important to tell them. As he let her in, the boy noticed that B was shivering as much from fear as from cold.
When the entire family assembled in the living room, B began to speak in a quivering yet louder and more purposeful voice than any of them had ever heard from her.
"I came to ask you to foregice me. I have known you all of this time and have not spoken to you about the Lord. Now I am dying and I want to beg you to please consider that Christ died for you and that you need to begin living for Him before it is too late," said B through tears that bordered on sobs.
After extending a polite "thank you" to B, she left. A few months later she died, leaving behind D and their two school age girls. At her funeral, the non-Christian family wept along with others, yet without the underlying joy expressed by B's coworker and fellow Christians. How can they bear such a tragedy as the loss of a young woman with children she will never see grow up, thought the teenage boy.
"Wasn't it a kind thing she did, coming to our house that night," each family member recalled. Each agreed it was the kindest thing they had ever seen anyone do for them.
Each of the four family members B went to visit that rainy night has since been influenced for good by many others. Yet each still recalls her beautiful act whenever anything brings it to mind.
Ten years after B's death, the teenage boy who answered the door the night of her visit was baptized into Christ, specifically recalling her deed. The next year, both of the boy's parents were baptized into Christ. And twenty years after her parents, and thirty years after B's death, the boy's sister was baptized, also recalling B's visit. All who heard B speak that night are now faithful Christians.
I am the teenage boy who answered the door. And what B did for my family over thiry years ago is still the kindest and most courageous deed anyone besides the lord has ever done for me.
I will never forget her, nor will I let anyone else forget. By the way, her favorite hymn was "Fairest Lord Jesus." It is mine too."
~ D.C.
May 11, 2003
I hope this precious story plants even more seeds today....
~Becky
February 19, 2008
Sweet memories
February 17, 2008
Great books for boys
One of my favorite things to do is read aloud to my kiddos. 
Joy may be outnumbered but sometimes we read girl books too. And these were excellent. The boys enjoyed them as much as Joy did.
I just love it!
I love to see them playing chess or Lego*s or doing some other creative thing while I read.
I love when they get so into the the story that they beg for one more chapter!
I love when they get so into the the story that they beg for one more chapter!
There is a quote I read once that said something to this effect:
"If you don't read books aloud with your children, then you won't know who their friends are." (being the characters in the book) Isn't that sweet!?!
Our 'new friends' are Peterkin, Ralph and Jack.
And we've just finished reading The Coral Islands and are about to start the sequel The Gorilla Hunters. These were written by R.M. Ballantyne in the 1800's.
Vision Forum's catalog introduced me to R.M. Ballantyne and his books for boys. And when I read this I had to give them a try!
R. M. Ballantyne "was perhaps the most influential writer of boys' literature of his generation. He was also a devout Christian....And the only outspoken advocate for Christian boyhood to have a monument paid for and dedicated in his honor by grateful children."
I was so glad to find that our public library had two of his books. Now, this particular one took about twenty chapters to get exciting but when it did, it was full of adventure! We stayed up way too late and I read so much that I just about had a hoarse throat but it was fun.
I loved how the importance of scripture memory was emphasized and courage was displayed and dangers were risked to protect women.
All this and an adventure that included pirates, cannibals and the South Sea Islands!
The one thing that surprised us was that it was rather graphic and gory in places but that was due to the whole cannibal thing. And except for those parts, Joy enjoyed the story as well as the boys.
I found that these books are available here for free as ebooks.
Joy may be outnumbered but sometimes we read girl books too. And these were excellent. The boys enjoyed them as much as Joy did.
~Becky
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