I think it is safe to say that most pet owners spoil their pets! Our Annie, who was named after a friend's daughter,is no different. She got this fancy collar last Christmas from my sister. The I.D. tag came in the mail last week from our friends. It is complete with name, owner's name, address, and phone. Dolly likes the sound it makes on the collar as Annie is being walked.
For Christmas, my aunt found this sweet bed for Annie. Dolly was thrilled that Annie had a new bed, all her own.
This weekend, Annie raked in the goods at the dollar section when we stopped in to pick up Billy's video game. Dolly was ready to spend her allowance and who could resist a shamrock leash!
Annie has enjoyed her new dish and Dolly keeps it filled. She takes such good care of Annie and loves her. Annie had a bath last week and then Dolly dressed her in a shirt to keep her warm and snuggled with her much of the evening. I think we can agree, Annie is a little spoiled.
Dolly loves Annie so much!!
See for yourself!
I like Annie too! She never wets on the floor, can be left for hours if not days at a time, and never complains about her diet of pretend water and Lincoln Logs. Yep, she is the dog for me! (thanks Uncle John)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Last February, our little man asked Jesus to come into his heart. You can read about it under a Sweatpant Week!
I was well aware the anniversary of that day was approaching but not sure that our Billy was aware of its quick approach. Today is as special as the day he was born so we were not going to let it go quietly!
First, he woke to find his door decorated.
We then gave him cards. Grandparents and teachers from church emailed, mailed, and Facebooked messages to him. There were no gifts because they could not compare with the GIFT he received last year. Dolly made him the sweetest card. It said, "Happy Accepting Christ Day!" B. brought him a Tootsie Roll and said Happy Birthday.
Then, off to PE class with a wonderful teacher...My Dear!
Home from class and out the door to Chuck E. Cheese-the place for parties! My Dear had taken a group of kids there on Wednesday and already had a cup filled with tokens and a great start to tickets! Three cheers for free fun!!!
Next, Billy, had lost his money and found it again. (That is the way to get him to save!) He wanted to go to the store and buy a video game.
We arrived home for him to pack for a sleep over at his buddy's house! He was so excited and said it was the perfect end to the day.
The children get to pick what they want to do every year on their birthdays and that includes no school! Spiritual birthdays will be much the same here-full of CELEBRATION!
Friday, February 19, 2010
We have been to 3 funerals the last four weeks and my teddy bear of a brother called me at 1:30 this morning to inform me of another passing of someone I love. I, as well as the family, were unprepared. It left me tossing and turning because the question rattled in my head...were they ready?
There is a difference in the funeral of a person who has a growing relationship with Jesus and a person who does not. One funeral we attended, we had worship! Five-year-old Dolly looked at me and said, "We know he is with Jesus" although she did not know the man personally. I could confirm with a head nod.
God had laid this person on my heart long before today. But I wrote the name in my notebook and turned the page. Guilt stirred and I spent the morning dragging myself through the mommy motions. Did I send the note I intended to? Did they know the love in my heart was Jesus? Did they make a decision to be a Christian as a child? Did they know it is by grace though faith and not by our works that we are saved?
I felt physically ill. I prayed and asked forgiveness for not taking care of this. God sent two friends to check on me- neither knowing what was going on. Then just what a girl needs, my daddy called-permission granted to cry. God sent his comfort my way. God also reminded me that there are others on that list of folks to ask and one of them will be grieving at the funeral home.
Why is it that it is so easy to brush important matters aside? Why is it that we are concerned about offending others by asking? What are we afraid of? Where would I be if someone had not asked my parents-first generation Christians about their relationship with Christ?...I shutter to think!
I was born in sin and do it daily. Sin is what keeps me from God. I will NEVER be good enough for Him regardless of what I say or do. But God loved us so much that He sent His only Son to die for our sins-even if I (or You) were the only person on the planet He would have done it. When I realized this, I prayed and told God that I am a sinner-I have done some bad stuff to myself and to others. I believe He is God and that He sent his Son, Jesus to forgive me of my sins -the things I say, do, and even THINK that do not please God. I needed to make Him the Lord of my life cause frankly, I am really good at messing things up! We were created to need a Savior. He knows-He created us!
I pray that you have done this as well. If you have not PLEASE send me an email, FB message, or comment on this post with contact info. I simply can not imagine life without the peace that God gives and I want the same for you.
If you have made this decision, what are you doing to tell others about the purpose of your life?
Monday, February 8, 2010
I believe, 100%, that God orchestrates my day. How I respond to it is my choice! Sometimes I choose correctly but more often then not-I learn from my mistakes.
Being a stay at home, I feel like my contact with non believers are limited. I know God called me to be home with the children so I have to trust Him not just for that part, but all of it.
A month or so ago I went to the video store all by myself. Two things odd about this:
1. I don't care for TV so the video store is not my kinda place to spend money.
2. I went by myself-no little people!
While at the video store I waited in a line typical of a weekend in the winter months-LONG!
I noticed the man in front of me writing, pointing and occasionally making a grunting noise. I realized he was deaf. Here is the kicker! I actually have a degree in education for deaf and hard of hearing so I should sign and sign well BUT I earned that degree over 10 years ago and never used the deaf and hard of hearing part of it. So I am a bit rusty-okay like take me to the recycling center rusty! I knew I was supposed to use what I did learn those 5 years and thousands of dollars later and use it.
So I pulled off my mittens- stuck my purse in my pocket and sat my video on the counter. I knew the edict and put myself all up in his business. It wasn't pretty, but I helped the guy get his appropriately rated video and talked a tiny bit- not too much because of the line behind us and my retention skills were equivalent to those of a 2 year old!
As I left that night with a smile on my face, I wondered if I would ever see that man again and what place our conversation about where I was from (apparently I even sign with a dialect!) had in the Kingdom.
Tonight, I took Billy and Dolly to return the videos My Dear had gotten them in the FREE kids section and let them choose another FREE movie.
As we were checking out, the clerk said, " I see a lot of people in here but I recognize you. You sign, don't you?" We then talked about that evening a bit. I thought God was working on the deaf man but He was doing something else.
When I look back on the night, that I was in the store and that my hands were not holding on to a little person....I see HIS hand. I march forward into the mission field He has called me....it is wherever I am and I HAVE to be ready! Think I will start frequenting the free section at the video store!
Deaf Culture Lesson: Deafness is a culture not a disability so you identify a person who is deaf with deaf followed by man, woman, person... like I did above. Disabilities are exactly the opposite-the man with mental retardations or the child who is blind-you put the person first then the disability.