Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going. John 14:1-4
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Broken toe?
I may have broken my pinky toe on my right foot. I'll never know for sure because I don't intend to go to the doctor, but each step reminds me how thankful I am that usually I function in a mostly pain-free capacity. I know people who suffer daily from different medical conditions that cause almost constant pain to some degree. What a precious reminder of heaven. I know that the real joy of heaven will be being able to know, serve, worship, love Jesus in a sin-free capacity, but the end of pain will be a wonderful perk as well.
Malachi
Malachi has said some really funny stuff lately so I wanted to write it down before I forget.
This morning at breakfast we were eating German sausage that my parents brought from Colorado because we can't find it here in California. Eden prefers breakfast sausage or Italian sausage so she said, "Mommy, I don't want anymore of this German sausage. I don't like it." Malachi, not to be outdone, immediately says, "Mommy my sausage has germs on it too!"
Moses brought home a bag of zucchini the other day (that's a story in and of itself). My Mom had brought us some from CO and had baked several loaves of zucchini bread which my kids love fresh with butter.
I said to Moses, "What am I going to do with all this zucchini?" Malachi, always listening says, "I want zucchini!! Mommy, can I have some zucchini?" I thought this was a very odd request, but I washed a small one and handed it to him. If looks could kill.... he said, "That's NOT zucchini!" "Yes it is Malachi." "No it's not." "Honey, I don't understand. Tell me what you're talking about." "Mommy you know. The kind of zucchini with butter on it...."
Needless to say I soon after baked more zucchini BREAD.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Birthday Party Fun
Sedo and Tata
Bubbles and "smoke"
Kitten Pictures!
There are 3 yellow/orange ones, 3 gray and 2 black. One of the black has orange speckles. Mama moved them across the garage this morning probably because we were looking at them too much. She seems really cool with me being around but if anyone else shows up she gets nervous. She's eating a ton so hopefully will continue to be able to feed them all.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Kittens!
I haven't wanted to disturb them enough to take pictures yet, but Mama Kitty had 8 kittens in the garage this morning. I got to watch the first 4 and then I thought she was done so I went back to the house. About half an hour later I went to check on her and it was like she was waiting for me. As soon as I got there she had 2 more. I was so surprised and certain she was done. Again I left for about a half an hour. Upon my return she pushed out Lucky #7. I rushed to the house to tell the family about this new Johnny-come-lately.... then low and behold when next I checked her there were 8! Number 8 is actually the only one I didn't witness the birth of and had I not rushed off after 7, I probably could have seen him too. We are so excited! The kids are disappointed that they can't hold them, but love to look.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Mama Kitty
This is Mama Kitty. We live in the church parsonage and she is the church cat. She was pretty wild when we moved in last March, but 5 months of food and attention and I pretty much have her wrapped around my little finger. She had kittens in March and there are 3 of them left around but they are very wild. She is ready to pop with kittens again. This time the goal is to catch and tame them... and find new homes! We don't need a dozen church cats. I put Mama in the garage every night to protect her from the bold coyotes who love to chase her around the yard, so hopefully the kittens will be born in the garage! Then we can keep one... or two... or....
Just Fun
Sometimes having kids is just plain fun. Malachi just ran to me bellowing "Mama!" at the top of his lungs. I never know what such a greeting will be followed by. This time he was just holding a fly swatter. He said, "This is Daddy's fly swatter! It's for killing flies. NOT bumblebees." Then he tromped away.
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