An unspoken question, answered

Truth to be told, I have very few good memories of going to church as a child. I tend to remember the hassle of getting ready to go, the complaints of older siblings, the dreary loneliness of being the only girl in my Sunday School class and very few of us total, at that. The mild torture of sitting through a boring and incomprehensible church service, the awkwardness of static in my skirts and gross gum stuck to the undersides of the church benches. As an aside, allow me to balance that list. I loved when Daddy was the song leader and I loved Nancy Brubaker’s quavery voice when I was in preschool and she was the teacher. I loved putting stickers on charts and playing wild games of tag with the large group of older kids after church. I loved the smell and...

What not to say…

Dinnertime conversation. “I think I will add Mom to my salad.” ” Nah, I am old and tough” “No you’re not, you are fat and juicy!” “What!?!” “Hehe, I was just quoting The Enormous Crocodile” I never even heard of the book. I am not sure at all if I can keep up with these kids anymore…

The Stars Aligned

I love lovely coincidences. I believe that is called serendipity is it not? Unexpected pleasure. Today I was pleased to be rewarded with such a happening. I will attempt to explain, but first I need to back up a bit For quite awhile now my one daughter has been begging me to “read through the Bible in a year” with her. Normally my knee-jerk reaction would be to say, “read it through yourself”, but since she is just nine years old and reading is not yet her strong point, my better judgement intervened and so we have commenced this journey with the new year. It is quite a different task to read to one’s self as opposed to reading aloud, particularly to one who is young and hearing things for the first time. I suspect we shall need to...