You ARE an Artist!
She brought it on a Sunday filled with homemade mashed potatoes. I admired the yellow bowl. So she gave it to me. Nana gave me my grandmother’s bowl. A yellow Pyrex bowl she’d found in the old shed on the farm. My grandfather had likely taken it out there to hold something. Probably something he shouldn’t have like dirt – red Georgia clay. He was
“I’m sad my baptism is over,” she says as she comes in from the backyard. “Oh sweet girl,” I answer. “It was a day you will always remember. But guess what? You have so much to look forward to. This is only the beginning. You will always be growing as a Christian and learning more about God. I’m still learning too.” Always. Restore to me
“I predicted yesterday that today would be great. My estimate was correct.” ~ Littlest Girl A weary Mama at the end of a very full day sure needed to hear that. And doesn’t He know just what we need? Maybe I should always anticipate the great, count all the good. The daily gifts… A link to glorious music emailed from a friend at just the
We are smack dab in the middle of the morning when he asks. He’s looking far away, out the window. “When will God come to town?” It’s these moments of parenting. Seizing opportunities to teach in the every day. These moments are the most fruitful. You can plan days full of learning, buy stacks of curriculum, but nothing teaches like these moments. I smile and
“Mama, I need a towel because I did one of the nature prompts,” she calls through the cracked open back door. I look and her feet are covered in clay. I smile. “Make a little mud and walk through it in your bare feet.” ~ August Outdoor Hour Challenge Newsletter Earlier I had printed the Outdoor Hour Challenges nature study grid and placed it in
It’s the last week. The last week before we start to hear of ‘back to school’ advertising. You know it all starts next week with Independence Day. Right when we’re just getting settled into a summer routine. A couple more weeks we’ll even see fall fashions in the stores. So this girl is determined. Pause and savor despite what I hear. This week we… Jump
This past weekend Hodgepodgedad and I celebrated 17 years of marriage! It was a simple celebration spanning a few days. Because celebrating need not be elaborate and doesn’t have to break the bank. Picnic at the Park. Friday night we went through the Chick-fil-a and the Starbucks drive-thrus. We took our picnic of chicken cool wraps and iced coffees to a local park. The park
Don’t miss the links to parenting resources at the end… Oct 2010 I hear his little feet coming around the corner. It’s busy, in-the-thick-of-it Sunday morning. I’m putting the ingredients in the crock pot for our lunch. His Daddy has dressed him. He’s ready to go. So he runs, pounding little shoes and slams full force. He hugs both my legs. Tight. “I wuv you,
