For those of you who are parents and grand parents, the words "last week of school" has a meaning others just don't understand. This week Cheyenne will have her sixth birthday on Monday, and has awards day starting at 9:00am. Zackary has awards day starting at 9:00am Tuesday morning and they both have"end of school party" on Thursday, as well as early dismissal on Thursday. Michael has graduation on Friday and a party on Saturday. I haven't talked to Tabitha yet to see if Abby will "promote up" like public school now or not. She has a little more relaxed schedule than the others. Sunday afternoon Cheyenne will have her birthday. Somewhere in here I have to pack for a week long trip. Papaw and Nana will not be here for anything after Friday night. (I haven't gotten to next week yet)
We will leave on Saturday morning to go to New Mexico to see David and Stephanie and their family. We will also see Les' parents for a few days while we are out there. We really enjoy visiting with them, only it makes me miss my parents.
We are looking forward to a busy week with lots of family.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The Lord's Day - Our Memories
One would think I could find time to write more than just on Sunday morning. Actually, I think it has more to do with the Sabbath than being a day on the calender. Les and I were talking a few minutes ago about what Sunday mornings were like in their home when we were kids. He said what he remembered most was his dad getting up and putting The Chuck Wagon Gang and Tennessee Ernie on the record player, and them eating breakfast together. Very similar to what I remember (except no Chuck Wagon Gang, Please. Maybe Elvis Gospel) except there was mother bustling around in her wisp of a hat and blue house coat getting lunch ready so we could either bring home company or take our food to someones house.
We seem to sit at the computer until about half an hour before time to leave with a cup of coffee and try to be excited about "church". Don't get me wrong, I enjoy worship and love God's people. I just somehow don't love the big rush to do church. (and here I have just excepted the Women's Ministry Leader role.) Relationship is the key to fellowship and mentoring the tool for discipling, more than sitting back-to-back looking forward rather than side-to-side or up. Oh well, I guess that's my sermon for the day. You are the lucky, captive audience that gets to hear it. I also believe studying The Word is the meat of our relationship with our Lord. I would enjoy hearing about y'alls memories and thoughts about the Lord's day. Sad that He only has one, huh?
I would love to hear what each of you remember about that morning .
Love ya
We seem to sit at the computer until about half an hour before time to leave with a cup of coffee and try to be excited about "church". Don't get me wrong, I enjoy worship and love God's people. I just somehow don't love the big rush to do church. (and here I have just excepted the Women's Ministry Leader role.) Relationship is the key to fellowship and mentoring the tool for discipling, more than sitting back-to-back looking forward rather than side-to-side or up. Oh well, I guess that's my sermon for the day. You are the lucky, captive audience that gets to hear it. I also believe studying The Word is the meat of our relationship with our Lord. I would enjoy hearing about y'alls memories and thoughts about the Lord's day. Sad that He only has one, huh?
I would love to hear what each of you remember about that morning .
Love ya
Monday, May 18, 2009
Words From Michael
For some reason I have been thinking about Michael more often than usual. The words that follow will be words spoken by him over the years:
(there might be a couple explanations just so it makes sense)
about three years old:
1. "wunch box" (Nana -- "What do you carry in your wunch box?") my wunch????!!!!
2. "wittle white dog wif bue eyes" (Nana -- "What are you going to call your wittle white dog wif bue eyes?" wittle white dog wif bue eyes??
3. "Nana, it's a adagator" (it was really a piece of bark from a tree but we were pretending. Michael, where is your adagator?) Uh, what adagator, it's a stick, Nana.
4. (Les tried to teach him Spanish. The sentence was, "Como se llama" what is your name.) After three days of practice with Michael not saying a word he jumped up in Wal-Mart and said "Yo mama es"!
5. We went to visit when he and Connie lived in an apartment in Zackary. While we were riding in the car with Michael between us in the front seat (before seatbelts were the law) he kept asking us what it felt like to die and go to heaven. We were both baffled and kept telling him all the "right stuff", like it will be wonderful, no pain, no crying, no bad things but he was adamant that he wanted us to tell him what it was like for us. Finally he said, "my mommy told me that my Nana and Papaw both died and went to heaven to live with Jesus, so what's it like?"
about five years old:
1. Why did God not make himself a mother, everyone knows mom's love you better than any one.
2. We all know if you have a bad conduct grade (even in Kindergarten) you don't get a birthday party, right. Michael was busted sitting behind the bookshelf changing his grade from a "c" to a "b".
3. If God is the Father, Son and the Spirit, who is the Mom and sister?
4. Nana, please pray for the kids at Burke Road, I don't think that is where they need to be. (His daycare and 1st and 2nd grade school)
about eight years old:
1. So you lied???
This just has to be put into story form because there is ground work to lay. I picked him up from school every day and brought him home with me when he went into public school. One Friday afternoon I had to go across Houston to a meeting and had to get him early. They really frown on checking kids out early so I made up this little story about having to take him to the doctor. When they called his class room they said to send Michael and all his stuff, he had a doctor's apt. Well, Connie had not told him about getting out early so he figured a trip to the doctor meant a shot. I could hear him when he left his class crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, "No I'm not sick. NOOOOO please no shot. No, oh Jesus please help me." I'm not kidding, every teacher was looking out into the hallway. After we left the office with him crying I got him outside on the sidewalk and bent down to talk to him, looking into his eyes and hugging him while I explained about the trip across town and yada, yada. He stopped crying and looked right into my eyes and said "so you lied?". I was totally shocked silent. No words would come out of my mouth. When I finally found my brains I said "you know, honey, I did and I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have. Will you forgive Nana?" His reply shocked me almost as much..."I think it's okay Nana. My mom does it all the time". That night I was hosting a Ladies Retreat and ended up spilling my sins before the whole group and after they prayed for my lying, they laughed all weeked at me.
Well, this is about all the Michael humor a body can stand. I promise I won't bore you longer.
Good night and may God bless you all
(there might be a couple explanations just so it makes sense)
about three years old:
1. "wunch box" (Nana -- "What do you carry in your wunch box?") my wunch????!!!!
2. "wittle white dog wif bue eyes" (Nana -- "What are you going to call your wittle white dog wif bue eyes?" wittle white dog wif bue eyes??
3. "Nana, it's a adagator" (it was really a piece of bark from a tree but we were pretending. Michael, where is your adagator?) Uh, what adagator, it's a stick, Nana.
4. (Les tried to teach him Spanish. The sentence was, "Como se llama" what is your name.) After three days of practice with Michael not saying a word he jumped up in Wal-Mart and said "Yo mama es"!
5. We went to visit when he and Connie lived in an apartment in Zackary. While we were riding in the car with Michael between us in the front seat (before seatbelts were the law) he kept asking us what it felt like to die and go to heaven. We were both baffled and kept telling him all the "right stuff", like it will be wonderful, no pain, no crying, no bad things but he was adamant that he wanted us to tell him what it was like for us. Finally he said, "my mommy told me that my Nana and Papaw both died and went to heaven to live with Jesus, so what's it like?"
about five years old:
1. Why did God not make himself a mother, everyone knows mom's love you better than any one.
2. We all know if you have a bad conduct grade (even in Kindergarten) you don't get a birthday party, right. Michael was busted sitting behind the bookshelf changing his grade from a "c" to a "b".
3. If God is the Father, Son and the Spirit, who is the Mom and sister?
4. Nana, please pray for the kids at Burke Road, I don't think that is where they need to be. (His daycare and 1st and 2nd grade school)
about eight years old:
1. So you lied???
This just has to be put into story form because there is ground work to lay. I picked him up from school every day and brought him home with me when he went into public school. One Friday afternoon I had to go across Houston to a meeting and had to get him early. They really frown on checking kids out early so I made up this little story about having to take him to the doctor. When they called his class room they said to send Michael and all his stuff, he had a doctor's apt. Well, Connie had not told him about getting out early so he figured a trip to the doctor meant a shot. I could hear him when he left his class crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, "No I'm not sick. NOOOOO please no shot. No, oh Jesus please help me." I'm not kidding, every teacher was looking out into the hallway. After we left the office with him crying I got him outside on the sidewalk and bent down to talk to him, looking into his eyes and hugging him while I explained about the trip across town and yada, yada. He stopped crying and looked right into my eyes and said "so you lied?". I was totally shocked silent. No words would come out of my mouth. When I finally found my brains I said "you know, honey, I did and I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have. Will you forgive Nana?" His reply shocked me almost as much..."I think it's okay Nana. My mom does it all the time". That night I was hosting a Ladies Retreat and ended up spilling my sins before the whole group and after they prayed for my lying, they laughed all weeked at me.
Well, this is about all the Michael humor a body can stand. I promise I won't bore you longer.
Good night and may God bless you all
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Prom Night
How does one describe a heart that overflows with a touch of sadness and a burst of pride so large it blocks the sky?
This evening I, along with his mom and others, sent Michael and his date off to senior prom. (it was sorta like the first day of pre-K when we all followed him, with his "wunch" box, to school, cameras flashing ) When I left the house, the sky opened up and poured huge, tear shaped rain drops, or maybe it was just my heart turning loose. I can't imagine what graduation night will be like. He was so tall and handsome in his tux, asking me to please not cry. Just to wait until he was gone at least.
Anyway, this is not meant to be a tear jerker, the night was that. It is just a peek into a Nana's heart on prom night. I love you, Michael
This evening I, along with his mom and others, sent Michael and his date off to senior prom. (it was sorta like the first day of pre-K when we all followed him, with his "wunch" box, to school, cameras flashing ) When I left the house, the sky opened up and poured huge, tear shaped rain drops, or maybe it was just my heart turning loose. I can't imagine what graduation night will be like. He was so tall and handsome in his tux, asking me to please not cry. Just to wait until he was gone at least.
Anyway, this is not meant to be a tear jerker, the night was that. It is just a peek into a Nana's heart on prom night. I love you, Michael
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