Stuff around here…
Today I got a fun package from my mom…a very cute shirt that I love. What a nice surprise!
Not only one package, but two packages were at the door. The other was from the Koester family for Mack and me for our birthdays. Mack got a fun shooting target. Turns out, Mack and Josh and Ruby really liked it! They fought over who would go first and ended up in a competition.
Mack and I stopped in the Dollar Store this morning looking for these balls that are connected to a string and you wrap the other end around your arm with a velcro strap. We bought a couple of those, but Mack really wanted two swords to fight Josh.
We’ve been doing some baking, too….
The first batch was intended for the neighbors we were going to introduce ourselves to, but I waited too long and didn’t want to take stale cookies. I served them to my kids instead and baked some fresh ones for my neighbors. The kids didn’t mind one bit.
By the way, Spring in GA stinks. Others may think I am crazy to say such a thing, but my allergies are AWFUL this time of year. My nose runs, my throat is scratchy, my head tends to throb in the evenings. My car is always covered with yellow yuck, the wind is steady blowing and wind gets on my nerves. I am not sure why exactly, but it does. Storms occur too often in the wee hours of the morning when we are all trying to sleep. My goodness…what a complainer I am about the weather.
Let me change the subject. Now this is a sensitive thing, so don’t look at the picture if you are overly sensitive. The girls got out of the car and ran to the front door and saw a sweet little dead bird. There has been a nest up in our front stoop since we moved back. Ruby was mortified. She didn’t want anything to do with it. Molly stood there frozen and then just started crying and crying and crying. She is so sweet. She laid on the couch and cried her heart out over the sweet little bird. I put it in a cup and told her we would show Daddy. She said she wanted to bury it. She drew a picture of the bird flying and the words said, “Dear Bird, I love you.” Molly really is a little “mommy” type child. She loves her baby dolls, she doesn’t wrestle with Josh and Mack and Ruby when they are acting crazy together. She loves all other babies and would mother any baby to death if I wasn’t around to intercede. I love her heart and her nurturing instinct.
Here’s the baby bird:
It was a great time to talk about how God sees every sparrow and always has his eyes on us, too. And wasn’t it neat, we told Molly, that God had that little bird to be on our front stoop so we could give it a proper burial. She said she wants us to pray at the burial, so we’ll see how that goes. Any kidding aside, I am thankful for the Word of God that does very plainly say,
“Not even a sparrow, worth only half a
penny, can fall to the ground without your
Father knowing it. And the very hairs on
your head are all numbered. So don’t be
afraid; you are more valuable to Him than
a whole flock of sparrows.”
I cannot end this post without some sort of apology for the complete random-all-over-the-place topics. 🙂 Happy Tuesday.