Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
This one is for Lindsey (two words: Tonsils Picture) AND to demonstrate the general vibe of the morning.
This is proof that one of our children feels the same about mornings as her parents. Where'd the other 2
They don't really look as bright-eyed and bushy tailed as they actually were.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
L- Do you want to get married someday?
A- I don't know, maybe...
L- How many kids do you want to have?
A- Four is definitely too many. Maybe 2, and HOPEFULLY they'll be boys. Because they aren't as expensive as girls. Although I might like having a girl so that we could do things like: going and getting our nails done and stuff.
The Boys Table:
JD- SW! Santa isn't real!!!! It's just a man dressed up who tells your parents what to buy for you!!!!
SW- Yes he is real!
JV- He really is real because I saw him once on a train and he wasn't dressed up. He was just a regular man!
This continued for 20 minutes (at various volume levels). Neither side ever persuading the other.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
There was once a man who didn't believe in the incarnation of Christ or the spiritual meaning of Christmas, and was skeptical about God. He and his family lived in a farm community. His wife was a devout believer and diligently raised her children in her faith. He sometimes gave her a hard time about her faith and mocked her religious observance of Christmas.
"It's all nonsense - why would God lower himself and become a human like us? It's such a ridiculous story!" he said.
One snowy day, she and the children left for church while he stayed home. After they had left, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening.
Then he heard a loud thump, something hitting against the window. And another thump. He looked outside but couldn't see. So he ventured outside to see. In the field near his house he saw, of all the strangest things, a flock of geese! They were apparently flying to look for a warmer area down south, but had been caught in the snow storm. The storm had become too blinding and violent for the geese to fly or see their way. They were stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter, unable to do more than flutter their wings and fly in aimless circles.
He had compassion for them and wanted to help them. He thought to himself, "The barn would be a great place for them to stay! It's warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm." So he opened the barn doors for them. He waited, watching them, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But they didn't notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.
He moved closer toward them to get their attention, but they just moved away from him out of fear. He went into the house and came back out with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread trail to the barn. They still didn't catch on. Starting to get frustrated, he went over and tried to shoo them toward the barn. They panicked and scattered into every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where there was warmth, safety and shelter.
Feeling totally frustrated, he exclaimed, "Why don't they follow me? Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm? How can I possibly get them into the one place to save them?" He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn't follow a human. He said to himself, "How can I possibly save them? The only way would be for me to become like those geese. If only I could become like one of them! Then I could save them! They would follow me and I would lead them to safety."
At that moment, he stopped and considered what he had said. The words reverberated in his mind: "If only I could become like one of them- then I could save them." And then, at last, he understood God's heart towards mankind, and he fell on his knees in the snow and worshipped Him.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
"What's Christmas really about?"
"God being born. That's why it's a rejoicing!"
Couldn't have said it better myself!