Saturday, June 20, 2009
Stranger Danger or Not?
This last weekend Our life group decided to go to a local park near downtown and have a Bar BQ and pass out food to the homeless people living at the park. It was a great day! A feel like several people were blessed. I was able to pray with a lady in particular that had recently had a heart attack and was discharged from the hospital to live on the streets. She had to take her heart medication with food but had none. She said she was about to take her medication when I came walking over with a hamburger. She had tears in her eyes when she told me she felt like God was hearing her prays and providing for her needs.
I have done alot of outreaches such as this in my day but this was the first one I did with kids of my own. Its funny because when brandon and I lead King's Kids groups to feed homeless people the parents of the kids would often be very afraid and not allow their kids to go on our outreach or insist they go and stay with their child at all times. Brandon and I used to comment on how over protective that seemed and how sad it was that those parents didn't understand the value of exposing their kids to different types of people and teaching them to love ALL just as Jesus does. Well if any of you parents are reading this I want you to know I GET IT! I have to admit I was in overprotective parent mode with my two year old. I was sizing up each and every person that got near her and never took my eyes off her. But even in my mama bear mode their was one moment when I saw her run over to one of the homeless guys sitting on the grass and sat on his lap! Not even joking you! she sat in this scruffy, dirty, homeless mans lap! I love this quality in her that she is not afraid of people and jumps into every situation with both feet in but that was a little to much for me to handle. I pray that she never looses that quailty in her but I think we are going to have to have a talk about stranger danger very soon!
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Conversation with Peyton
Setting: Peyton sitting at the table eating mac and Cheese, Laurie sitting next to her, mom getting Laurie dinner.
Peyton: Mommy I scared of Caleb.
Mom: Why are you scared of Caleb?
Peyton: (nothing)
Mom: You don't need to be scared of Caleb. He is your friend. He might chase you sometimes but that is because he is playing with you, because he is your friend.
Peyton: (Nothing)
Mom: Who else is your friend?
Peyton: Laurie is my friend
Mom: Good. I am glad Laurie is your friend. Who else?
Peyton: Mommy and Daddy are my friend
Mom: That is good mommy and daddy are your friends but they are also your parents. Who else is your friend?
Peyton: Cookies are my friends
Spoon is my friend
Cheese is my friend
Mom: Ok...those are not your friends. They can't talk to you. It is good to have friends that can talk to you.
Peyton: (quiet and thinking for a moment then shouts)
Elmo is my friend!!!!
Peyton: Mommy I scared of Caleb.
Mom: Why are you scared of Caleb?
Peyton: (nothing)
Mom: You don't need to be scared of Caleb. He is your friend. He might chase you sometimes but that is because he is playing with you, because he is your friend.
Peyton: (Nothing)
Mom: Who else is your friend?
Peyton: Laurie is my friend
Mom: Good. I am glad Laurie is your friend. Who else?
Peyton: Mommy and Daddy are my friend
Mom: That is good mommy and daddy are your friends but they are also your parents. Who else is your friend?
Peyton: Cookies are my friends
Spoon is my friend
Cheese is my friend
Mom: Ok...those are not your friends. They can't talk to you. It is good to have friends that can talk to you.
Peyton: (quiet and thinking for a moment then shouts)
Elmo is my friend!!!!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
shoe fetish at two??!!!
So my two year old has a shoe fetish. Every afternoon when I get her up from her nap she has gotten into her shoe drawer and is wearing a pair of shoes. Her shoe of choice is of course her fancy church shoes. She gets very upset if I try to take them off of her so she usually keeps them on for the rest of the day. If this keeps up into the teen years I think we are in trouble.
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