Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.
Are you a Daisy? Are you a Rose? Are you a Dandilion?
You can be what you are and I'll be what I am.
We can be friends in the garden of life.
Something brought this song to mind and it has been since the 4th grade that our school sang it for our closing program. By closing program, I do mean closing...the school system consolidated and shut the doors of our elementary school that year.
I have some wonderful memories from the four years spent there...I loved the playground -the swings, slide, hopscotch, teeter-totters...pretty much everything but the monkey bars. Still not a fan. During recess, I remember the 5th-6th grade teacher would always have a bottle of Tab with her as stood out there monitoring us. Yes, I know, some reading this have no idea what that is...ask your mom. :)
We had this huge field to play in too...loved going back to the edge of the field by the woods. Found an inch worm one day and my best friend and I kept it until it died. We then wrapped it in a papertowel and buried it back there by the woods - I know we named it, but right now it escapes me. There was always a "field day" at the end of the year, too, where we'd play softball and do all sorts of outside activities. I know I got hit with the ball one year...softballs are anything but soft when they hit you. :) I remember everyone making kites and attempting to fly them in the field, too...not for sure anymore if that was part of field day or another special day for us.
Inside the school was just as memorable...one year we had a mural of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs painted down the hallway wall. Yes, there was only one hall...three classrooms and an office in that hallway with the cafeteria at the end. That cafeteria served many purposes from eating to indoor PE, plays, meetings, IOWA testing, and special events. A fellow once came and had a tarantula with him...our lady principal held that spider and I'll never forget it. Still gives me chills thinking about it. My best friend's grandma worked in the cafeteria...my favorite thing ever served were the cinnamon rolls. Every time we had chili, we had cinnamon rolls. To this day, when I eat chili I wish I had a cinnamon roll for dessert.
As for school itself, I loved it...maybe except for when I was told I should learn how to write with my right hand instead of my left. That was pretty crazy. And, a couple of years later, I won a handwriting contest in middle school in spite of my lefthandedness. I was pretty proud at that moment, I must say. One of the other silly things I remember is the smell of the purple ink from the hand cranked copier. You could always tell when someone was making copies. The aroma would linger down the hallway. I won an ice cream treat for a picture of a pumpkin I colored for a classroom contest once. That made for a good day.
Lots of good memories of my school days at Rutherford Elementary...everyone should have been so fortunate to have gone to school there.
Friday, May 21, 2010
and a season for every activity under heaven: Everything has a season. All things, from life to death, have their moment in our lives. In those moments between our first and last breaths, are the moments that bring joy and sorrow, pride and humility, excitment and depression...things we want to always remember and those that we wish we could forget.
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to search and a time to give up,
Moments have a way of getting away from us...let's make our moments count.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Alex is always thinking ahead. He is rarely without a plan, and can come up with a "Plan B" pretty quickly, too, when need be. Some of my favorite times with Alex are at bedtime, discussing the Bible stories we read each night. His way of looking at things is refreshing...and often amusing as well.
Just last night we read in Genesis 24 the story of Abraham sending his chief servant out to find a wife for his son, Isaac. The servant prayed for God to lead him to the bride for his master's son. (It's a beautiful story of faith, trust, obedience, prayer, faithfulness and thankfulness...but, just before bed isn't a time to go over all of those points.) The boys and I talked about how the servant prayed for God to lead him to the chosen girl for Isaac and how God answered that prayer with Rebekah.
We then talked about beginning now to pray for the girl that God has for them to marry one day. Praying for their future wife to grow up loving God and wanting to obey Him in all areas of her life is an important thing for them to do. (I've been doing it since they were born.)
Tim said okay and prepared for prayer time. Alex had a plan.
Alex said he'd pray...but also when he's 13 he's going to make a poster to hang up saying "I need a girl who loves God." to find his wife.
Never hurts to have a "Plan B", I guess. :)