Would you call this a sleeping disorder?

"Drop, Flop, and Snore Syndrome"

There is also a history of this behaviour.

Please disregard the strange clothing. This child also likes to get into the cloths closet and indiscriminately choose clothing. I usually let her wear what she puts on for a while, even if it is on the wrong limbs and upside down.

The first picture is in front of the couch. Flop. The second is almost under my bed. Plop.

Cuter than a bug'

A Budding Theologian

Rebecca was sitting in the kitchen while I was working and holding my Bible in her lap. She'd been thinking. (Keep in mind she's four.)

"Is Jesus the Word of God?"

"Yes, He is." This question didn't surprise me too much because we were talking about this last week. The next question surprised me, though.

"Is Jesus the Bible?"

Huh! Good question!

I answered that one by telling her that the Bible is the only place we can get to know Jesus-the Bible is how Jesus shows Himself to us. But I had to put on my thinking cap.

Dirt, Part III

The saga continues. I doubt my readers are as interested in what happenes with the family washing situation as my family. (The ones who couldn't seem to find clean clothes for a while.)

God sent in the funds to purchase a brand new washer for me. I've never had a new one all to myself before, and I'll be the first to tell you I don't deserve this. This one doubles as entertainment for the kids, since it's a front loader with a glass door, and they will sit there and stare at it while it sloshes back and forth.

So as far as demanding "Give me back my dirt!" let me just say, trust the Lord when it comes to the "dirt" in your life. He has better things for us, and I'm not talking about washing machines. I'm talking about knowing Him, walking with him, looking for the crown He wants to give us that will not rust and fall apart.

April 10!

Dad,

You taught me how to pray. You showed me how much brighter the stars are at four a.m. You wrote numerous poems for me-most silly, some very deep. You introduced me to my Saviour, and baptized me in one very cold lake. You taught me how to notice deer grazing on the side of the road and you taught me to love reading out loud. You were my first hero, and you showed me to depend on God and trust His Word.

I can thank you for showing me to just believe God, and because of that, God has been able to bless me in too many ways to count. Thanks Dad, for giving me such riches to carry with me in my walk with God, to let Him add to, and to give to my own kids. God bless you and Happy Birthday!

B.B. (Don't you dare tell anyone what that means!)

A New Twist on the Shepherd's Song

We sing a song that is based on Psalm 23, the shepherd's psalm. It goes like this, "The Lord is my shepherd, I'll walk with Him alway, He leads by still waters, I'll walk with Him allway. Allway, allway, I'll walk with Him allway. Allway, allway, I'll walk with Him allway!"

You can sing it in a round, and it's pretty. I never thought much about the deep significance of the message of this little song, and the psalm it comes from, until I heard my little Ruth belting out at the top of her lungs, "My way! My way! I'll walk with Him my way!"

The question is, how do I sing this song? I surrendered to do His will, but do I try to do it my way?