Gregory says that all the time, usually accompanied with his pointer finger wagging at whomever he's addressing at the time. He pretty much came out the womb workin' the crowd and bossing everyone around. But I sure love him, because - well, he's an awful lot like me...with the emphasis on awful.
He was on the phone with Greg & Jocelyn (a.k.a. Poppy & Granny) the other night and out of the blue says, "When I'm 31, I'll still hug and kiss my Mom, 'cause I'll still be who I am." Oh my, that was a keeper. And I think 31 is significant because Aaron and I are 31, so to him - that's when you really get to be the boss.
Two mornings ago, he woke up and immediately put on his jacket. (I'm watching from the living room, curious about his intentions.) He then pull on my black boots (over pj pants) and begins stomping down the hallway.
Me: "Good morning, sweetie!"
Gregory: "Is there a fire in here??!!"
Obviously, another day in the life of a 4 and 1/2 year old superhero.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
Jesus and Jamba Juice
Today Crossbridge asked the entire church body to fast and pray for the maturity, mission, unity, and future of our church. Tonight we will break the fast with communion at Selah - a worship event we have about once a quarter (think Around His Throne, Kalamazoo Wesleyans!)
It's 3pm and I'm hangin' in there. It's been a busy day, but I had some quiet time this morning before the boys woke up to pray and focus on what this day should be about. The biggest frustration was that this morning was MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) where my small group was hosting. This meant we were in charge of the food, and man, there was never a more beautiful looking table of food. Kathleen (friend from church) and I hung out with our Diet Cokes and stuck together for support.
After MOPS, we piled our kids in our respective vans and headed to Jamba Juice - a sweet little joint for smoothies. (We're both nursing, c'mon!!) She talked me into getting a shot of wheat grass. This little cup of sunshine is supposed to detoxify your blood and give you all the veggies you need for one day. So now I know what it tastes like to lick off the the lawnmower blades. Good thing they gave me a "chaser" of apple juice afterwards.
I quickly ordered my smoothie (Strawberry Surf Rider, dude) with a shot of energy boost. Aahh, that's better. It wasn't until after I got in the car for the drive home that I actually read my cup and had a little talk with Jesus. On the side it read "Jambaism #5 - Your body is a temple. Littering is strictly prohibited."
Wham. I needed that. Not just about the food I put into my body, but what comes into my mind and heart in general. Since I know the Holy Spirit lives in me, and I know Jesus has made his home here, I should be on high alert 24/7 about food, entertainment, thoughts, whatever I take into my body. I mean, how many times have I eaten junk just because it was fun? How many times have I flipped meaninglessly through TV channels and settled on something that should've been thrown down my garbage disposal? I think that's really what holiness might be about. Loving Jesus enough to keep his home clean and trash-free.
I love how unpredictable Jesus is. He talks to us in the strangest ways, sometimes. I got it, Lord. Thank you. Hmm...I suddenly have a hankering to go clean my lawnmower...
It's 3pm and I'm hangin' in there. It's been a busy day, but I had some quiet time this morning before the boys woke up to pray and focus on what this day should be about. The biggest frustration was that this morning was MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) where my small group was hosting. This meant we were in charge of the food, and man, there was never a more beautiful looking table of food. Kathleen (friend from church) and I hung out with our Diet Cokes and stuck together for support.
After MOPS, we piled our kids in our respective vans and headed to Jamba Juice - a sweet little joint for smoothies. (We're both nursing, c'mon!!) She talked me into getting a shot of wheat grass. This little cup of sunshine is supposed to detoxify your blood and give you all the veggies you need for one day. So now I know what it tastes like to lick off the the lawnmower blades. Good thing they gave me a "chaser" of apple juice afterwards.
I quickly ordered my smoothie (Strawberry Surf Rider, dude) with a shot of energy boost. Aahh, that's better. It wasn't until after I got in the car for the drive home that I actually read my cup and had a little talk with Jesus. On the side it read "Jambaism #5 - Your body is a temple. Littering is strictly prohibited."
Wham. I needed that. Not just about the food I put into my body, but what comes into my mind and heart in general. Since I know the Holy Spirit lives in me, and I know Jesus has made his home here, I should be on high alert 24/7 about food, entertainment, thoughts, whatever I take into my body. I mean, how many times have I eaten junk just because it was fun? How many times have I flipped meaninglessly through TV channels and settled on something that should've been thrown down my garbage disposal? I think that's really what holiness might be about. Loving Jesus enough to keep his home clean and trash-free.
I love how unpredictable Jesus is. He talks to us in the strangest ways, sometimes. I got it, Lord. Thank you. Hmm...I suddenly have a hankering to go clean my lawnmower...
Friday, October 14, 2005
The Beginning of the End
My oldest son starts preschool next week, Lord willing. Am I ready for this? Oh, yeah!! Well, I guess so. I mean, I know he'll love it; I know he needs it -- Lord knows I need it. But this just seems like the first of many let-go-and-let-God-moments...and I get a little lump in my throat just writing that.
Gregory is almost 4 and 1/2, and sometimes I think I waited too long on the preschool thing, but I'd rather have him go later as opposed to earlier. I hope he loves it. I'm looking forward to having some moments to focus on Daniel and Jonathan.
-Sigh- And so it begins...backpacks and lunch boxes, papers and carpools. I pray I can enjoy and BE in each season as it comes.
Gregory is almost 4 and 1/2, and sometimes I think I waited too long on the preschool thing, but I'd rather have him go later as opposed to earlier. I hope he loves it. I'm looking forward to having some moments to focus on Daniel and Jonathan.
-Sigh- And so it begins...backpacks and lunch boxes, papers and carpools. I pray I can enjoy and BE in each season as it comes.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Thank You, Jesus....
...for friends who are more like family
...for my husband who let me sleep in today
...for cooler weather and lower humidity, o thank you
...for Daniel's sweet kisses and brilliant blue eyes
...that Gregory still reaches for my hand at 4 and 1/2 years old
...for Jonathan's "baby talk" and bigger-than-life smile
...that You are in control of whatever tomorrow brings
...for Crossbridge - a church about You and nothing else
...that my brother finally found the love of his life
...for taking me down paths I would not have chosen, but needed to take
...for parents who loved Jesus and filled a home with grace
...for Aaron Reid, my knight in Nikes, my safe place to fall
...for good music and how it feels to get lost in the wonder of You through a song
...for the grace and mercy You have given time and again to this undeserving daughter
"But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he has been so good to me." psalm 13:5,6
...for my husband who let me sleep in today
...for cooler weather and lower humidity, o thank you
...for Daniel's sweet kisses and brilliant blue eyes
...that Gregory still reaches for my hand at 4 and 1/2 years old
...for Jonathan's "baby talk" and bigger-than-life smile
...that You are in control of whatever tomorrow brings
...for Crossbridge - a church about You and nothing else
...that my brother finally found the love of his life
...for taking me down paths I would not have chosen, but needed to take
...for parents who loved Jesus and filled a home with grace
...for Aaron Reid, my knight in Nikes, my safe place to fall
...for good music and how it feels to get lost in the wonder of You through a song
...for the grace and mercy You have given time and again to this undeserving daughter
"But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he has been so good to me." psalm 13:5,6
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