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Today’s conversation between mother and daughter (@ 8:30 tonight in the car) went something like this:
“Mommy, I want to play bouncy ball.”
“Maybe tomorrow, Sara. It’s late.”
“No, Mommy, how about maybe now!”
I got a kick out of that
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So – it’s not that we’ve been trying to hide it or anything, but I think that we were waiting on our most recent visit so I could post a photo. Aimee, Sara, and I are expecting another addition to our household in April. Well, Sara isn’t expecting anything because we haven’t told her yet. Maybe she’ll get a new baby doll, etc. for Christmas to try to get her warm to the idea.
I really need to be better about writing things for this blog, but often pictures speak for themselves. We recently took Sara out to our church grounds just before Thanksgiving to get some Fall photos since we missed them around Halloween. I’m glad we did after getting some of these. People always tell me how good she is in front of the camera. For the most part that is true, but not everybody see the photos that I have to toss! I agree though, she’s a trooper.
We were able to go to Houston for Thanksgiving this year to see my parents. It was a good trip, although Aimee came down with a cold once we got there. However, Sara did get to participate in her first Christmas tree decoration which she loved. So when we got home from Houston that was to be one of our first priorities. In that, we decided to get a live tree. This was my first one ever, and to be honest, I really like it so far! Sara enjoyed putting up her decorations, and the first thing that she wants before eating breafast every morning at dark o’clock is to go turn on the lights on the tree. I think having her put on all of her ornaments was a great decision because now she doesn’t go and mess with them or take them off. She just wants to see them and put on the new ones that she makes at school.
Sara had a great time this year and was great for her first time trick or treating. Best of all, she got to wear her costume three times – so money well spent! We’re still going through the candy issue with her, but she’s getting pretty good at not continuing to as for more once she has been given her candy for the day.
Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms-CSLewis
Well – I don’t know why it has taken me so long to post this but – Our little girl has started going to school at church! She had her first day on September 7th and will be going two days a week from 9-2. She really seems to enjoy it and it gives Aimee a good break during the week to address some of her other interests.
So, after the fifth time Sara crawled out of her crib tonight, we’ve finally caved – we’ll see how she does sleeping on her bed tonight.
A friend of mine recently gave me a book to read called A Geography of God: Exploring the Christian Journey, by Michael L. Lindvall. It is, at times, a difficult read (particularly on the train), but there are other times when it speaks so clearly to me. I wanted to share one particular passage in which the author makes a point on faith and belief more eloquent than any I may have ever heard:
It’s a subtle knowing, heartfelt, precisely heartfelt. It’s just out of reach of mere seeing with the eye or knowing by reason. It is a way of knowing that honors the mind; it is reasonable, yet deeper and higher than the five senses or reason alone…
You and I have seen no empty tombs, no angels in dazzling apparel. Yet, in another way, we have experiences that confirm the deep truth of scripture to us. We have such experiences along the road of life, hidden among the days, woven into words at table, incarnate in the routine of life. We see for ourselves every time courage unaccountable conquers fear, every time some mortal soul miraculously rises above self, every time life stares down death, when we see hope where there should be no hope, goodness where there should be none. We see it for ourselves in the inexplicable, gratuitous loveliness of creation.
And then, as you look at life through the lens of scripture, it all makes sense like nothing ever made sense before. Through our own experience, the Bible, this witness of the ages, this narrative of God, this story of death and life, comes to make sense like nothing else because it fills the God-shaped hole in the human heart as though it had been custom-created to fit that space.