Just Close Your Eyes
“mom the sun is in my eyes!”
You can close your eyes, because you aren’t driving.
Isn’t that what God asks us to do?
We complain about hindrances to our calling and He shakes His head saying…”rest, I’ve got this.”
Author: Mary Jo
Trading Up
This is the last week of school. The boys are so excited and I am excited for them. Ivan especially cannot wait to call himself a first grader instead of a kindergartener.
It’s the last Monday to have this. This today, with all it’s weaknesses i…
Home Remedies: Art Shows and Card Displays
I love to display my kid’s artwork. I have to rotate it out regularly and make room for more fabulous drawings and paintings.
I’ll be honest, I don’t always like what they make. Sometimes I don’t see the value in the subject, sometimes I have to…
The Inventor
A sweet little dreamer named Ivan,
Saw himself in the future just thrivin’.
He’s a famous inventor,
With Miss Mary his mentor,
There’s no limit to where he’s arrivin’.
Home Remedies: Sweeping It Under the Rug
We don’t have time to argue and debate, or maybe we don’t have the strength for one more conversation on a belabored topic, maybe we just don’t want to, so we have to put it somewhere. The dust we stir up is just tangible enough to drive us from the room and we often don’t come back until it’s settled again to the floor and then we can walk over it or even better, we can sweep it under the rug.
Sadly, I think most couples, most families, don’t go anywhere.
The other day I was sweeping the floor near our front door and had to move the rug to sweep out from under it. I th…
Indolent Bert
An indolent fellow named Bert
Was as stiff as the starch in his shirt
His will to say “no”
Had embodied him so
That his friends finally judged him inert
What Did She Say to You?
When she sat in the chair in the corner, with the sunlight falling on her bed and the sounds of outdoors, the birds, the children and the whirring of insects came blowing in through her patio window, what did she say to you?
When she was too warm to…
Easter Sunday Photos
I’m a little behind on photos and uploading and dishes and vacuuming and reading and pretty much everything else in my life, but I’m having a good time.
Easter was almost a month ago, but just so I took a few pictures of the boys and figured I might…
Miss McGovern
Miss McGovern was quick to expose,
All that would not juxtapose.
If it didn’t connect,
She proclaimed it’s defect,
Yet she daily wore non-matching clothes.
Belling’s Poor Spelling
I knew a young man name of Belling
Who had so much inside worth the telling
He wrote stories of woe
How friend conquered foe
But you couldn’t read a word for his spelling