TO THIS DAY, I still have middle-schoolers walking around with their shoes untied! Kids! This is NOT a fashion statement, this is a HEALTH HAZARD! You trip, then I have to take care of you!
Remember teaching your little ones to tie their shoes? Some used the bunny ear technique. In my house, we used the old-fashioned loop/knot design. It all takes time and practice, but then, of course, my youngest ended up wearing flip-flops to high school in January, so why bother?
This photo looks like a tun-o-fun to me! Personally, getting slimy muddy in the name of a great good time is quite appealing. The problem comes when we start slopping mud onto each other—with our words. Here’s the story:
“One of the men in the crowd spoke up and said, ‘Teacher, I brought my son so you could heal him. He is possessed by an evil spirit that won’t let him talk. And whenever this spirit seizes him, it throws him violently to the ground. Then he foams at the mouth and grinds his teeth…”
Check out the context. Jesus and a select few of His disciples had just experienced the great Transfiguration—a “mountaintop experience” if ever there was one. On the heels of that, as they return to the rest of the disciples, there is a crowd of people (typical) and this gentleman in dire need with his precious son. What I find interesting is what is happening as Jesus approaches:Continue reading “Mud fun”
I have discerned that one of the buzz-words in behavioral training is “redirection”. It’s the idea that instead of simply scolding and saying “NO”, which certainly has its place (I’m old school), it is important to add a positive element to the situation by redirecting the child’s focus to a more, shall we say, profitable activity.
“NO, you must not put the Tinker Toy into the wall socket; how about I help you build a bridge?”
“NO, your baby brother would not prefer eating his applesauce over your ice cream made of Lego blocks.”
“NO, we must not cut the feet off your sister’s Barbie doll and glue her ankles onto the snow skis you just made; let’s fashion something else to fit her orthopedically challenged posture instead.” (Hmmmm…wonder where THAT one came from??)
I’m not one to wait excessively well. (Just ask Bob.) Especially if I have somewhere I need to be at a particular time, like showing up for a party “on time” is one thing, but showing up for work “on time” is something else. I’m seriously time-oriented, and if there has been one sticking point in our marriage, lo these many years, it invariably has to do with time management. To me, the clock tends to be a mandate; to my husband, it’s merely a suggestion…
So, in a sense I tend to relate to the disciples waiting on Jesus to arrive at the boat for their departure to the next place of ministry. I can only imagine what possessed them to be so impatient as to leave the Main Attraction behind while they Continue reading “Watching the clock”
I never quite understood the whole streaking phenom from a few decades ago. Chalk it up to cultural weirdness, although I’m sure the psychologists would have a few other differential diagnoses. Or maybe it was just a fashion statement…?
Personally, I have three fashionista rules: cleanliness, comfort, and COVERAGE. Really keen on that last one.
Anyway, here’s another one of those little obscure passages that leaves me scratching my noggin trying to figure out why God put it in the Bible. This is right after Peter, James, and John kept falling asleep in the garden while Jesus was sweating blood praying about His imminent crucifixion. Judas has now singled Jesus out, the guards have seized Him, and the rabble is Continue reading “Spiritual streakers”
My dad was a sailor, and we love to hear him tell his stories about when he was not quite into his twenties wearing that white “dixie cup”, old photos and all! Fast forward about 20 years, and I also love the story about when he and my soon-to-be stepmother were dating:
Dad had taken this nice woman for a fun day of sailing on our little Sunfish, when I get a call from Dad saying that the sailboat had caught the wind and had capsized, both he and Jane had been dumped into the cold water, and he had lost his keys (as well as his glasses) in the lake. Jane’s son (the only one of us kids who had a driver’s license at the time) was coming by to pick up an extra set of keys, and would I please get those ready for him???