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Today was a great day.
It was a day to remember.
Walter and I had a good breakfast. He ate while I read through the story of Palm Sunday. He has many questions and I love how God is at work in his little heart already!
Carrie and I went to her preschool post-evaluation conference. She was a good girl and let Mom talk...for the most part. It was encouraging and just confirms over and over that she is in the best preschool program in Nashville (Crievewood Baptist Church.) (If you have followed my blogs, we had a bad experience with another program in the fall and are just so blessed to have found this one!)
Carrie and I then went to Wal-Mart where we had to do some shopping. She was on her best behavior and we spent time looking at things and talking about toys, flowers and she picked out a toy and an outfit. Then we went to a Japanese restaurant. And she was pretty close to perfect. Quite the little lady. She picked up her chopsticks and even tried a crunchy shrimp sushi roll. She fed me my chicken using the chopsticks and we laughed and had fun. We came back to the house and she helped me plant and water the new flowers until Walter came home off the bus.
When Walter came home, he opened his backpack and pulled out his report card. For the boy who has had to work on staying focused, writing slowly and neatly and double checking his work, he had an excellent report card. I was very pleased. And no papers came home that needed to be corrected and returned. And his teacher even commented to me that he was working hard. Go Walter!
So the kids and I cleaned the dining room together. The dining room is more like our classroom right now, and that's okay. And they did it without complaining.
Good golly Miss Molly....Who are these kids and how long are they staying?!?! I ask myself
Dinner? Wonderful.
After dinner Jeff played the Playstation with Walter- a well deserved reward after working so hard and earning such a great report
Carrie and I played dolls and had a sweet time together.
And so today ends and I will remember this day...try to hold this memory on days that are not this great...so I can remember that perhaps another great memorable day is just around the corner... |
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I read an online ad about a Nashville mom/teacher who used trial products and for $4 got whiter than white teeth that look beautiful. So I looked into it.
It took me to a page that you could sign up for a trial...but there is always a catch.
If you don't cancel within 14 days, you are charged for the product.
And I have had experience before with gimmicks like this one. You can call to cancel, but it doesn't always get canceled, and then you have to fight the company.
I did a little research on the product and they are boasting that the main ingredient is hydrogen peroxide.
Then I did more research on how to whiten your teeth by just merely swishing the hydrogen peroxide.
Seems to work, rinsing 2 times a day with hydrogen peroxide, after brushing your teeth.
Seems like a harmless experiment, so I'm going to start...today is day 1 and I'll follow up with some results in a week. |
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We always do stories before bed. I've been reading the Easter story.
What I told him I later then had to go back to correct.
I told him Jesus died, went to hell, and then came back on the third day.
Walter then asked me if Jesus took some souls from hell to heaven with him.
I know there is much debate on this so I decided to do some Biblical research. I searched the scriptures and found nowhere that says Jesus actually descended into hell.
And we do know out of the very mouth of Christ himself, He said, "Today you will be with me in paradise" to the criminal on the other cross. So we do know that Christ ascended into heaven after He died, otherwise He may have said, "Today you will be in paradise...I'll meet you there later"
After much reading, researching I asked my father who then took the question to one of his pastors, and I completely trust his wisdom on the matter:
Some versions of the Apostles’ Creed do not have the phrase “descended into hell.” Jesus descended into the grave, to death. He was not cast into hell. He took hell for us, which is the full wrath of God being separated from God on the cross as he took our sin upon himself. That is the idea behind the phrase he descended into hell.
And so there you have it.
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Today I had an awful feeling...what if someone ran a light and rammed their car into mine as I am driving across an intersection? It scared me, so I looked around and as I was passing an intersection, I was extra careful.
That was on my way to lunch.
After I picked up Carrie from school, an hour and a half later, something peculiar happened.
I had a green light, I was turning left and saw a car driving fast and running a red light. For a second I didn't think the car would stop. The car slammed on its brakes and it ended in the intersection where it missed us. It wasn't so close a miss that it would have scared Carrie. She didn't see it happen, but nevertheless...the car missed us. As I checked my rear view mirror I saw the car now backing up, back into its lane- out of the intersection. I took a deep breath and continued to drive. And the car would have hit my side. Carrie sits behind me...we both could have been hurt.
And I thanked my Lord at knowing that His hand was there to protect us today.
Coincidence that I had that feeling earlier? I don't think so.
And this is not the first time something like this has happened.
It happened to me after dropping Carrie off at school in the fall. I was less than two miles from home and I thought, "What would happen if I got into an accident...who would pick up Carrie if I couldn't make it?..."
And just moments later I was at a red light. I was the only one there. Stopped.
And a car hit me from behind. How this driver didn't see me is completely beyond me, it was a major intersection, noone else around but the maroon minivan.
How is it I had a feeling about being in an accident and it happened.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
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Doing the dishes sometimes can be a time of quiet reflection for me.
In the quiet stillness of the evening, you can hear an occasional cling as a dish brushes another.
As I reflected tonight, I was brought to a place of worship with Creator. I thanked him for making me the way He did. He made no mistakes, He can't. He made the majestic mountains, He made the beautiful streams and rivers, He made the very sun. He didn't need it to bring forth light, but He gave it to us. All of creation testifies to His greatness. And in Genesis God says "It is good." But after man is created, the beautiful, wonderful part of creation God waited until the last moment, His masterpiece...He calls "very good."
Not just, "eh, ...it will do"
no no NO...VERY GOOD.
So how do we see ourselves?
So what about the parts about ourselves we wish we could change?
I have always hated my nose. It was a dark day in middle school the day someone said when I pull my hair back my nose looked "bigger"...not just "big"...."bigger". In other words, my nose was already big.
And after that day, I have always looked at my nose a bit differently.
When I was in college, someone once said I could be a famous singer b/c I had Barbara Streisand's nose. So there you have it. I don't have a small dainty nose. I have a nose that proudly says, "here I am" and with a bump in the middle of it. Much like Abraham Lincoln's nose...and, rightly so...because, after all...I am related to him. Hunt side. I promise. A great great (how many times great?) cousin of mine. Not a small dainty nose.
Okay so back to the point. I have always hated my nose. Which, in fact...is a part of me God Himself created. As well as my smaller-than-I'd-like chest, (but post nursing...well, let's not go into that...)
But my point is that all of me was made to worship Him. And when I embrace all that I am, a wonderfully made piece from the Creator of the universe....I should be immediately awed and respond in thankfulness and worship. The SAME HANDS that made the Alps, the SAME HANDS that formed the very first man...formed me inside my mother. Carefully. Taking every stitch into consideration.
My 6 year old son, Walter and I were reading about eyes, and how the pupil lets light in and the brain interprets the image through messages from the nerves.
I explained to Walter that his left eye will not see to the outside corner. Duane Syndrome. It was the 6th nerve that never developed or was damaged that has caused this.
He then asked me why God would give him an eye that wouldn't work.
Jeff quickly jumped in and added that God gave him two eyes that see, and that there is blessing in that.
And it then led me down the thought path towards my niece. I love her, she is wonderfully made. She can not communicate everything that is going on inside her mind, inside her heart. The autism part of her is a wall, sometimes between her and ...well...everything else. And she is wonderfully made. God made NO mistake there, either.
She is so happy, so very happy. She can be seen sometimes, off playing by herself, singing and taking her stuffed animals and having the brightest smile on her face. And perhaps she sees some things we won't see this side of eternity. Beautiful, wonderful things. Perhaps she isn't playing by herself, maybe there are angels with her that we just can't see.
And so again, there are no mistakes in creation. And so I will praise God for my nose.
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