Child-like Faith

This afternoon, on our way home from school, A overheard the tornado report on the radio. She immediately said that we need to pray for the people in Oklahoma. I was so proud of her quick and accurate response to the seriousness of the situation. So, we prayed in the car, and I thought about the all too many times I fail at being the mom I wish that I could be. But somehow, A has survived, despite my failures, and I was reminded, by my five year old to bring our concerns to the Father, and "turn that tornado right around God and send it back to where it belongs." Thank you, A. And thank you Father.

Shining Moments

Each week this spring, one child in A's class is God's Masterpiece for the whole week. This week, A is the God's Masterpiece student. She brought in a poster about herself, explained the photos to her friends, and then her classmates said the things that they liked about her. What a great way for all of the students to be reminded again that they are God's unique and special masterpieces!Last week A had her Awana Sparks' awards ceremony. She was excited to get her award, and we are proud of her! This year, she learned all of the books of the New Testament and 24 verses.

Fun

Last night I let all of my inhibitions fly out the window, and I got down and played with my kids. My version of play is different than theirs, and last night, I let them lead. We rolled/threw/bounced balls through legs and arms. We, the three of us, all fit into the playhouse in our playroom, where JD served us tea, vegetables and fruit from the "kitchen." We also read stories in there. It's good I don't have back problems. It was a fun night. After prayers, A said, "Why do you always pray last, Mommy? Tomorrow, you should go first." Aaahhh. Fun AND being considerate of others. It was a very good night.

Flubber

Last month there was a family event at our church that gave each child a bag of flubber. Very thoughtful, indeed. I forgot about it, until last weekend when my daughter and her friend rediscovered the bag of wonder and decided to put it in their hair. It came out in the bath, and no harm was done. . . . or so I thought. Tonight I was playing with the kids in the playroom, and discovered a two separate puddles of flubber on the carpet - dried on for dear life. As we're all peering down at the mystery, I said, "I have no idea how I'm going to get that off the carpet." My very wise daughter said, "Well, you could go on-line and find out." And so I did.