“I’m grateful to feel control wrested out of my hands and put into the hands of the one Steve Saint called the Master Storyteller. I hadn’t known I still had such a tight grip on the reins.”
We all need to be able to say this
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A normal Friday
Excerpts from a recent Friday at our house, illustrating life with four boys:
“Ok, Daddy, come on and let me spank you. Bend over.”
“My word! River, no! You don’t throw cereal on the floor!” (A few seconds later) “Tris! Don’t stomp on that cereal!”
“Mom, on my birthday can it be movie day and computer day?”
“Riv went poopoo in the potty chair? Can I see?”
“You two sit down in the middle of the floor, hold hands, and look at each other. Don’t get up ’til I tell you to.”
Last night’s dinner guests
We had a good, busy day yesterday. We had a small party for Morgon’s belated birthday, and had our neighbors, Jerry and Erika’s family, and Rick and Katie’s family come over to go trick-or-treating in our neighborhood with us and hang out afterward.
I had to run to the grocery store for some lettuce for supper, and was asked by a cheerful homeless lady on my way out if she could wash my van windows for some change for something to eat. I was in a hurry, so I gave her a dollar and went on.
What we’re leaving for the kids
Ari and I were having a conversation a couple days ago about a relative that passed away recently and what was being left for the children in her will. Morgon, our 10-year-old, piped up:
“Dad, when grandpa dies, is he going to leave you a lot of money?”
Ari and I just laughed. We couldn’t help it—that’s just a humorous thought to us. We know that both sets of our parents won’t have much to leave, if anything, in the way of material wealth. But one thing we already have that is part of the real treasure they are leaving behind is that that has never even been a concern of ours.
Well, she’s willing.
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“I wasn’t God’s first choice for what I’ve done for China… I don’t know who it was… It must have been a man… a well-educated man. I don’t know what happened. Perhaps he died. Perhaps he wasn’t willing… and God looked down… and saw Gladys Aylward… And God said — “Well, she’s willing.“
- Gladys Aylward
A Response to Francis Chan’s “I Gave Up on Unity”
I read this post on Francis Chan’s blog today: http://francisupdates.tumblr.com/post/8762288953/i-gave-up-on-unity
As comments are disabled on his blog and I have no idea how to get in touch with him, I figured that I might as well throw some thoughts in response up here on the blog and see if they help anyone out.
Francis wrote:
“[…] Until this recent study, I hadn’t noticed the deep connection between the cross and unity. Our oneness is far more than a “nice idea” we should pursue if we can find the time. It was a motivation for the cross.”
On the solidity of walls
It’s all River’s fault.
We’ve been in the early stages of potty-training with him, and lately have been trying to catch him before he goes in his diaper, which explains why this morning I was careening through the house to fetch the potty chair before it was too late.
Somehow my little toe intercepted the corner of the wall on my way by.
The wall didn’t budge.
At first I thought that it was just the injured toenail causing the pain, but as I grabbed it (yelling), I felt the bones grinding together.