It's 7:57 p.m. and the house is quiet.
Her husband is working and her kids are in bed early tonight.
Working has always meant a motherly sacrifice, but today it was more so. A note from preschool warns of misdeeds by the oldest. She hates that she must burn what little time they have together by banishing him to his room for the evening. He hates it, too.
No books. No jokes. No fun. She hopes tomorrow will be a better day for both of them.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Man Training
Me: Who did you play with today?
Jacob: Dagan
Me: What did you do?
Jacob: We chased the girls. They wanted to talk to us, but we didn't want to hear it.
He's only 4 years old, folks!
Jacob: Dagan
Me: What did you do?
Jacob: We chased the girls. They wanted to talk to us, but we didn't want to hear it.
He's only 4 years old, folks!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Regina the freelancer
Wanna read some other stuff I wrote? I write for the Topeka Capital-Journal every now and again. Here are a few stories I've written. A couple of them are older, but the links still work. yeah!
http://cjonline.com/stories/091507/rel_199758789.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/080207/lif_188501037.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/110406/rel_nomeninchurch.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/121906/loc_fundraiser.shtml
http://cjonline.com/stories/091507/rel_199758789.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/080207/lif_188501037.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/110406/rel_nomeninchurch.shtml
http://www.cjonline.com/stories/121906/loc_fundraiser.shtml
Math is the devil
I'm not really against those who can comprehend the beauty of mathematics or actually saying Satan is behind all math (not quite).
My husband and I have started down our financial journey again. Stupidity is our major claim to struggle. We both have excellent jobs and a home we can afford, etc. It's the stupid stuff that trips us up.
The truth is that we like spending money, just like the rest of the world. See, that's problematic for me. I live IN the world, but I don't want to be OF the world.
That's why I spent most of my free time this evening working out our budget for next month because I've pretty much umm set this one in stone. (No money = no choices for budget).
However, that's OK. We're making progress each and every month. Yeah, us. We mostly used cash this month. The, ahhh, we'll call them slips, are what got us into trouble. It took me awhile for my spreadsheet to match the bank's math, but I did it. (Kudos to excel!)
Disciple. Cash. Prayer. Yep. I think that's got to be the secret.
Our pastor tells us we will change at the point at which it hurts more to stay the same rather than change. And we have to WANT to change. I see the wisdom in this, but I also see loopholes. At this point, it does not matter whether I WANT to change or not. God WANTS me to change. And, so we will (God and I). Then we (God and I) will join our other team (Gene and God) and we will kick some financial butt.
My husband and I have started down our financial journey again. Stupidity is our major claim to struggle. We both have excellent jobs and a home we can afford, etc. It's the stupid stuff that trips us up.
The truth is that we like spending money, just like the rest of the world. See, that's problematic for me. I live IN the world, but I don't want to be OF the world.
That's why I spent most of my free time this evening working out our budget for next month because I've pretty much umm set this one in stone. (No money = no choices for budget).
However, that's OK. We're making progress each and every month. Yeah, us. We mostly used cash this month. The, ahhh, we'll call them slips, are what got us into trouble. It took me awhile for my spreadsheet to match the bank's math, but I did it. (Kudos to excel!)
Disciple. Cash. Prayer. Yep. I think that's got to be the secret.
Our pastor tells us we will change at the point at which it hurts more to stay the same rather than change. And we have to WANT to change. I see the wisdom in this, but I also see loopholes. At this point, it does not matter whether I WANT to change or not. God WANTS me to change. And, so we will (God and I). Then we (God and I) will join our other team (Gene and God) and we will kick some financial butt.
Who am I?
I am but a mere sinner saved by the same grace as everyone else who chooses to accept it.
Really, I'm not that deep. I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother to two young boys. I'm a teacher. I'm a gal pal to a few other women. I am a Christ-follower. And, before I followed Christ, I was as lost as any other person on the earth and no more worthy as savior than they.
Compared to a holy God, most of us are not all that amazing.
My God died for me. My God died for many who will never chose to believe. Today my pastor asked us to consider whether we are excited about God's love for us. So here goes.
Am I excited about God's love for me when I'm trying to keep my 2-year-old son from hitting and pinching? Am I excited about God's love for me when I've just about had it with my 4-year-old son's mouth?Am I excited about God's love for me when I think about how much I really hate my husband's job, only because it takes him away from us so very much? Am I excited about God's love for me when I pick up Jacob and Jared's toys AGAIN? Or do three loads of laundry, only to pass by an already full clothes hamper?
Maybe not, but I want to be. Just the physical pain of a nail going through my hand catches my attention. But, do you really know what all they did to the God of the Universe? Those nails were only one small part. What about what my sin and your sin did to Him?
Now, that's some pretty amazing love. Yes, I do think so.
OK, so maybe I'm a little deeper today. Thanks for hangin' in.
Really, I'm not that deep. I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother to two young boys. I'm a teacher. I'm a gal pal to a few other women. I am a Christ-follower. And, before I followed Christ, I was as lost as any other person on the earth and no more worthy as savior than they.
Compared to a holy God, most of us are not all that amazing.
My God died for me. My God died for many who will never chose to believe. Today my pastor asked us to consider whether we are excited about God's love for us. So here goes.
Am I excited about God's love for me when I'm trying to keep my 2-year-old son from hitting and pinching? Am I excited about God's love for me when I've just about had it with my 4-year-old son's mouth?Am I excited about God's love for me when I think about how much I really hate my husband's job, only because it takes him away from us so very much? Am I excited about God's love for me when I pick up Jacob and Jared's toys AGAIN? Or do three loads of laundry, only to pass by an already full clothes hamper?
Maybe not, but I want to be. Just the physical pain of a nail going through my hand catches my attention. But, do you really know what all they did to the God of the Universe? Those nails were only one small part. What about what my sin and your sin did to Him?
Now, that's some pretty amazing love. Yes, I do think so.
OK, so maybe I'm a little deeper today. Thanks for hangin' in.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The F Bomb
There was a time in my life when I thought the use of this word was actually pretty cool.
At other times in my life, it flew out of my mouth on a rather regular basis. (Think college. Think newspaper deadline nights. Think dumb boys most gals date at some point in life.)
On very very very rare occasions, this word again works its way into my mouth. Being a Christian mom with two young boys, however, these instances have decreased dramatically.
Imagine the surprise then, when Gene was driving down the road Monday night, and heard the f bomb from our 4-year-old son. Gene's cell phone was ringing, so he answered about the time Jacob says, "no way, mother f***er" to no one in particular. ( likely playing with toys).
Though we later learned that the phrase had in fact been introduced that very same day in preschool, neither Gene nor I are impressed with the new acquisition of vocabulary.
Oh, the joys of parenting!
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