Monday, August 31, 2009
She is not in fact growing facial hair above her lip, that is simply the remnants of her blue powerade.
She is singing the song from the movie "Enchanted" (aka at our house "The Kid Princess Movie") about a true love's kiss. I believe the words go something like this...
"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss. And a prince I'm hoping comes with it. That's what brings, ever aftering...so happy....
That's the reason we need lips so much...for lips are the only things that touch..."
Her words are not exactly these words...as you will see!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Feeling embarrassed by something your child said or did lately? Well, don't! We have all been there and thanks to MckMama, we now have an outlet in which we can get these off our chest. Check out MckMama's site to see what other children have been doing to embarrass their parents.
My child did not tell me this week that I was not her favorite mommy. She did not tell me that her other mommy is her favorite and that she is ready to put me up on the shelf. (seriously, she said that). When I asked her who her other mother was, she did NOT respond with the name of her daily sitter. She would never prefer her over me or want to put me "put me on the shelf".
My child did not get his name on the board 4 days out of the first 6 days of school. He did not get all excited about the fact that at the end of the 2nd week of school he had not had to miss any recess time, that he forgot to tell me that he did get in trouble at lunch. He did not forget to tell me that he earned himself silent lunch!!! Not my child! He would never cause trouble at lunch at the school where I teach!!!!!!
My child did not ask me in the public restroom of Chili's Restaurant if I was going to poop! When I told her no, she did not then loudly announce, "Good! Cuz then it would stink! And we don't want it to stink, do we mommy?" Nope, not my child. She would never say something so embarrassing!
My child did not get mad at me because I did not move fast enough when she asked for something and did not repeat her request by saying, "Did you hear me MOTHER? I asked for something to wear, MOTHER. Are you not going to get it....MOTHER?" My child would never be so rude. Not my child.
My child did not tell me earlier in the week that I looked like I had a baby in my belly. She would never be so mean. She did not add to that today this comment as she rubbed my arm: "Mommy, God gave you big ole arms to match your big belly right? And he gave me little arms to match my little belly, right?" I was too mad to answer!
What have your children NOT been doing?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
She was snuggled up to me, watching (as she calls it) "The kid princess movie" ...we have watched this movie every afternoon for the last five days....well watch is a relative term...it is on and she sees at least the first five minutes and then she is either asleep or running around the house.
Yesterday she asked me to snuggle with her and watch the movie. I could quote the movie by now, and watching it was the LAST thing I wanted to do, but I obliged. Because, well, I am just like that. Whatever makes my kids happy...I will do it (hahahahahahaha)! She crawled up on the bed, laid her head on my shoulder...started rubbing my belly and then said......
"MOMMY! You have a BABY in your belly!"
Yeah...I used to think she was cute...not so much anymore~
And later on when she told me her foot had a headache....I told her that is what happens to little girls who tell their moms (who have been working out like crazy!) that they look pregnant.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I just want to grab my loved ones and crawl under the biggest rock, cover my ears from the shouting and yelling and basic crumbling of our society and stay there. I have been like a kid who doesn't want to listen, sticking their fingers in their ears and singing, "La-la-lalala....". Very mature, I know.
But God has way of pulling, errr, well, yanking those fingers out of my ears. I read these next versus in 1 Peter 2 yesterday and have been trying to shake them, but I can't seem to get them off my mind. God is like that. He's unshakeable.
"But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God's own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of the darkness into His marvelous light; for you once were not a people, but now you are the people of God; you had not received mercy, but now have received mercy."
Let me be clear here: I know the chosen people of God is the nation of Israel and I believe that. I read this yesterday with just those thoughts running through my mind. This is a great set of verses, but they don't apply to me. Very gently, I feel this tap on my shoulder..."uhmmm, Paige" (do you think God says, "uhmmm"---probably not since uhmmm usually comes when you don't know what to say and He always know...everything...I digress)...."Uhmmm (for my own effect) Paige, this has everything to do with you."
I stopped and reread the passage. "But Lord, I am not part of the nation of Israel."
"But you are part of my chosen people. You are mine and that makes you a people of God."
I just stopped (I think I stopped breathing for a second too)...if this is about me, then this passage is all the more spectacular. I begin to see the United States...who I know is not the nation of Israel, but God has blessed us in the past. He has kept his comforting and protective hand on us for years. And seems that maybe that hand is lifting, or has already lifted. And THIS is where I want my rock....to crawl under and wave away those thoughts from my mind.
I want a rock to HIDE me from the world, when THE Rock is asking me to SHOW Him to the world. "...so that you may proclaim the excellences of Him who has called you out of darkness (my rock I am trying to hide under) into His marvelous light."
We may not live in a country that is doing much lately, in the public's eye anyway, to bring Him glory or honor or praise, but that should not stop us from doing just that. I don't know what your story is or what He has done in your life up to this point. It is not important that I know the details. What is important is this: Are you proclaiming His excellence? Are you telling others how He saved you from your darkness? Are you living in that marvelous light?
God Bless You.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tonight, we had breakfast for dinner. Some people call that dinfest or brinner but we just call it breakfast for dinner. My kids love it. It is bacon, eggs and pancakes. And so it was for dinner tonight. Well, they were supposed to be pancakes...they were more like crepes, though, instead of pancakes. Thin, wispy, almost see-through crepes. And I had nothing to stuff in them like IHOP does...just added some butter and syrup and promised my kids that those paper-thin, imitations on their plate WERE pancakes! They ate them...Will ate most of them.
Caroline's stomach hurt because her bowel issues are still, well...issues sometimes. She needed to go to the bathroom and wouldn't but also could not eat. You know, three years old, tiny belly, no relief for days=no room for more food. So Will volunteered to eat her food. He ate her bacon, her pancakes and what was left of her eggs (she had taken a few bites). I asked him if he had enough and he said yes (and I believed him).
I left the remaining pancake/crepe thingies along with the bacon and eggs on the counter and went back to type up a list of food that children with peanut and tree nut allergies can eat (more on that later). About 20 minutes later, Will comes bopping into the room as happy as a peacock (don't know what that means...are peacocks always happy? How can we tell? Do they talk to us--give us a feather up if they are happy, a feather down if they aren't?....I digress). He proudly announces that there is currently only one piece of bacon left and he is thinking about going to scarf that down. I panic and say, "Will, honey. Daddy hasn't eaten yet. Please leave him at least one whole piece of bacon." Oh wait...that wasn't it...it was more like, "WILL!!!!!! YOUR DAD HASN'T EATEN YET!!!!!!" Poor kid...he was so sad...as sad as a peacock.... LOL!
Anyway, Caroline finally went to the bathroom (with success...I feel I should add that because we have many bathroom trips that have tons of pushing SOUNDS and no progress) and then she emerged a ravenous being. You know the "shove-it-all-into-her-mouth-"I-am-so-hungry"-little girl! I could not get food into her little body fast enough. So I left it up to her daddy(who was finally home and none the wiser on his lack of bacon)...and who is also the king of snack food. And I went to exercise.
My goal since starting back to "the job" has been to get up early (before 5am) and work out before I leave for work--so I don't have to do it in the afternoon when I am absolutely exhausted and have zero energy. I did it, too, for 8 whole
I know you are dying to know about the whole "list of food that children with peanut and tree nut allergies can eat" aren't you? Well, I have one of those. I have a child who is allergic to peanuts and tree nuts. Ahhhh, that feels so good to get off my chest. I wasn't trying to hide it from you. I promise. I didn't think it mattered at the current time. But I started to worry...what if you all start sending me gifts full of peanuts and tree nuts and Caroline gets into them? I better tell my faithful readers....they would feel so bad if that happened... LOL! Actually, each year at school we have to do an Emergency Preparedness Plan to be ready for any emergency situation (attack on the school, fire, bomb threat, weather incidents, etc). My assistant principal asked me for some ideas for snacks we should have on hand that anyone (even those with a nut allergy) could eat under these types of situations. I had a list at home, but it was ragged so I retyped it, added some more facts, a lesson on reading labels and before I knew it the "list" was 4 pages long...and the bacon was gone! :) Anyway...that is the story. Aren't you glad you waited around for it?
And speaking of weather incidents...(in the paragraph just above this one)...I just wanted to say that we have had some weird weather lately due to Tropical Storm Someone (I can't remember his/her name) and I just wanted to share something with you. My parents moved to the beach 6 years ago...and you know, every beach homeowner's worst nightmare is hurricane season, right?....well, in the last 6 years, I have been out of school more times for the remnants of a hurricane, than the schools in their beachfront town have been out for actual hurricanes (I believe the score is me: 3 them: 0.) And another fun fact...I live in the mountain area of my state (for those of you from actual mountain states like Colorado, let me be clear...these are HILLS to you)...and that same little beachfront town was out more for snow days last year than we were (score is me:0 them: 2).
It must be that whole global warming thing.
I know, blah, blah, blah!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
"Resty" is her newest fav and if I remember correctly my Latin classes from high school this definitely falls somewhere outside the realm of human language. Perhaps its origin comes from the stone age, but until we translate ALL of those pictures they drew all over the walls of their caves, we just can't be sure. So we surmise our own meaning here and say it means tired.
Hey, its my kids made up word - I can make up a definition too.
She uses it in sentences like this: "I don't need to go to sleep, my eyes are not resty."
"Are you resty? Cuz I'm not"
Is the picture becoming clearer now? No? Oh sorry. Just go with it.
I have lived in this town longer than I ever thought was possible. I don't live close to family. I don't have anyone I can call on in a pinch to help me out---I mean, except Mark. He has the kind of job that does not require travel and for that I am thankful. His only travels without us include to the golf course, or to South Carolina football games in the fall. The first one is usually over in about 4 hours and the second one is usually over before the game even starts. :) He is usually gone to those for less than 24 hours.
In other words...I don't usually have to be home by myself with the kids for longer than a few hours...you know...til I leave for the beach for a month but that is me leaving not him....
I have been flying solo this week while Mark is
I miss my
This missing of their daddy is not showing itself in bad behavior, or crying, or temper tantrums. I haven't seen acts of rebellion or rude behavior (you know, no more so than usual). There isn't weeping or gnashing of teeth...at least not from the kids.
Oh no, there "missing daddy" symptom is that they have chosen not to sleep. Like they are keeping vigil until he returns. " Light the candle, dear children, and hold it high so he can be guided back home by the glowing light." No candles here...no vigil in the true sense of the word. But there is lack of sleep in this household. Mainly on my part.
Will has been getting up to go the bathroom and announcing it each time.
"Mom? MOM? Are you awake?"
(I sit up suddenly, heart pounding, scared to death for half a second) and say, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just went to the bathroom and wanted you to know."
"You're welcome, mom. Good night."
He crawls back in bed and is back asleep in less than half a second. Me? I am awake for about 30 minutes...tossing and turning. I drift back to sleep and I faintly hear..."Mommmmmmy? MOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY?"
I get up and go to her room.
"There was this ladybug at Haley's house and Will (another Will other than her brother) killed it. I am sad about the ladybug and HIS family."
"Ok, Caroline, go to bed."
"Ok, but mom? Will you pray for my ladybug?"
So I pray for the ladybug.
"Don't forget his family."
I pray for the family.
(desperately trying NOT to scream)..."WHat Caroline?"
"When is my daddy coming home from his field trip?"
Now, if you scroll back up to the part where Will's conversation starts and read back down to the end of Caroline's conversation and you continue to do this ALL NIGHT LONG...that is a perfect picture of my night.
Last night was no exception...except I think I actually fell asleep BEFORE Caroline did AND I set the alarm to get up EARLY to work out before I left for work(that is REALLY early for those of you wondering). I slept some before the first potty break of the night. And then I tossed and turned. Dozed off...up again...repeat this over and over. I begin to think that I will not be getting up to exercise....and I doze off again.
"Cuz it's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of..." I sit up in bed trying to find the source of that early 80s flashback...
Oh...my alarm. Time to get up? Already? But I just went to bed!
"Face to face, out in the heat... Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry. They stack the odds-still we take to the street for the kill with the skill to survive."
I feel like God was saying, "Ok, you asked for help to get out of bed and work out this morning. What else do you need? I gave you Survivor's number one song!" I guess if I am going to have the skill to survive, I better get up and strengthen my core...or whatever!
So I drug myself up and threw on my workout clothes and stumbled to the den...with the pitter patter of little feet behind me...
Pitter-patter of little feet? Oh yeah...forgot to mention that "The Eye of the Tiger" aslo inspired Caroline to hop out of bed bright and early. I laid her down in my bed and gave her some kind of lecture about how people in this house do not get up while it is dark outside (all the while she is looking me up and down seeing that I am dressed, shoes on and, well, up).
I put her in my bed and go to workout...she gets up and complains...asks for juice...wants to tell me a story...wants to exercise....
I put her back in my bed 1,000 times and she finally stays when I get in the shower (she may have stayed because she was afraid I would follow through on my promise to make her wish she had not gotten up early this morning). But she does not sleep. At least not until about 15 minutes before we had to leave for work. I pick her limp, soundly-sleeping body up from the bed and take her to the car, strap her in and shut the door.
As I get in, I notice she is kind of rocking back and forth. THEN, she has the gall to moan and groan and growl about being tired. I had to bite my tongue and suck my coffee down quickly to not respond inappropriately to that! Deep breathes. Those don't really help, just so you know.
But then I noticed that it had gotten quiet back there. I look back and this is what I see:
Me? I am resty and looking forward to bedtime...and for the time when I can say:
"Risin' up straight to the top, had the guts, got the glory. Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop, just a (wo)man and her will to survive..."
I am thinking that time will be Saturday when I don't HAVE to get up...
Monday, August 10, 2009
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
I did NOT write a post last night that took me forever and contained zero pictures thinking that there would be no Not Me today.
I do NOT have nothing left to say.
I do NOT want you instead to just scroll down and read my small novel from last night.
I did NOT miss my bedtime by two hours.
What have you NOT been doing? I want to read all about yours even if I do NOT want to rewrite mine!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
We have been having so much fun this weekend that I forgot to take pictures! GASP! But don't fear...I have some really funny stories to tell you...well, they are stories that made me laugh...if you don't laugh...hey-that's your problem!
I started back to work last week (teacher...3rd grade)...that is not the funny part. So stop laughing. For those of you who actually know me (do any of you actually read my blog?) you know my year last year in fourth grade was TOUGH! Luckily, I failed fourth grade AND got demoted to third, so I am thinking this year has to be better right?
Will was worried at the end of the first day (which was Friday) and he came up to me after we had gotten home with a very serious look on his face.
Me: Yeah, babe?
Will: How was your first day? I mean, really what I want to know is how is your class?
Me: They were great Will, thanks for asking.
Will: But mom, will they be better than last year? I mean, really better?
Me: You know, I am pretty sure they will.
Will: Thank goodness, cuz I have worried about this for SO long!
Oh my...hate that I had my little guy worried about me. In my defense, last year was really bad-like "maybe-I-am-not-called-to-be-a-teacher-this-is-the-worst-year-of-my-14-year-teaching-career-I think-I-have-made-a-mistake" kinda year. I am thinking that God is smiling on me this year...I went from 24 students last year to 16 on Friday (that actually is a prayer request...cuz I need at least 17 to justify my position) and I actually have more girls than boys!
Now, as a small joke, I think, on God's part, it was a full moon on Friday. A full moon is NEVER good during the school year but on the first day...I just had to shake my head in disbelief. And just to make sure I did not miss it...Caroline pointed out how big the moon looked about 400 times on our 15 drive to her sitter's house.
So Friday was the first day and that means Monday will be, well, another first day. They seem to not remember ANYTHING we go over on Friday, so we repeat it on Monday. That is always fun...it is like being in a time warp that doesn't want to end.
Friday night, I was exhausted and Mark knew I would be so he came home earlier than normal and said,
We ate out (even running into one of my new students and her family) and when we left, I assumed we were going home. You see, Mark is a creature of habit. If there has not been a plan mentioned beforehand, we eat and we go home. But Mark threw a wrench in the plan and took us for a drive. (I LOVE to take drives for no apparent reason...Mark thinks it is a waste of gas)! :)
I think I got this love of driving around and just looking at stuff (houses, landmarks, houses...) from my dad. We used to loathe it every Sunday after church until we were old enough to stay home by ourselves. Now I am the one telling my children to be quiet and asking Mark, "Who lives THERE?" or "Wow, I did not even know this was here!" To which Mark usually rolls his eyes and says, "I have brought you by this before." We even found a water leak on our drive around town...that justified it all for Mark! :)
As we were driving out in the middle of nowhere...out where I had NO CLUE where we were or how to get myself home if I got stranded there alone...we saw LOTS of cows. Caroline kept pointing them out to us, not wanting any of us to miss any of the one million cows we drove by. She even added comments like, "Oh look at this one...he is so cute. I think I will call him (insert any name here)." She got quiet for awhile and we did not dare look back at her for fear that eye contact would cause her to start naming cows again. However, all of a sudden, she yelled out (yelled because she had her headphones on but clearly was not watching the movie), "I DON'T WANT OUR CAT ANYMORE...I WANT A COW." And then she got quiet again. Until she requested the hairy song...
(a song from "Mamma Mia" where one line is "And your name is Harry"--however that took a LONG time to actually figure out).
So Saturday morning we wake up and surprise the kids with the news that we are taking them to White Water Amusement Park in Atlanta. (One of the bribes we used to get Caroline to poop on the potty--which incidentally did not work WHEN we wanted it to--at the beach---was that she could go to the waterpark ONLY when she pooped on the potty). So, since she is still doing well with this--and still brings up her desire to go the waterpark only about 6 times a day--we decided Saturday was the day. Oh the joy! Oh the excitement! Oh the allergies...just Mark, but they were bad...he sneezes and snorts and makes noises that one would only expect to hear from a pig in heat when his allergies are "acting up". Caroline, being so sensitive, went up to Mark and rubbed his cheek and said, "I am sorry that you have allergesus (pronounced "aller-jesus")." Mark looked at her kinda funny like--sort of like when a puppy tilts its head to the side and looks at you like he is REALLY listening--and she says, "You don't just have a allergy--you have allergesus."
I did not know this but apparently the plural of allergy is allergesus. I never saw that one on the SAT, but I bet it was there and I missed that question.
So after taking Zyrtec, we headed out the door. White Water was a zoo...an expensive zoo...but a zoo. We only rode one ride as a family, but that was only because not one of us could stand the wait again. My dad would be disappointed...I did not time the wait and then compare it to the time of the ride...but it would have been something like, "Wait=1.25 hours, Ride= 1/8 of a second." We started to get in the big raft and Caroline decided she did not want to go. I vaguely remember saying something like, "I did not wait for 2 hours to not ride this ride, now get in the boat and hush--I don't want to hear any crying." When she actually did start to cry because she was so scared that her eyeballs were popping out of her head, I told her to quit and be tough, nothing was going to happen her. She whimpered the rest of the way down and then, as we exited the
We decided to hit the wave pool and we were having a great time, until some girl stepped on an earring and bled all in the wave pool so they had to shut it down for "maintenance"! We happened to be in the right place at the right time to see it all.
So we headed to the freezing cold kid section (we surmised that this water was infinitely colder than the rest of the park's water because they must drain it and refill it every day...that made us a feel a little better about our children's blue lips during this playtime but also made us wonder why they have to drain it nightly). We could see them for a few seconds, then they would disappear into a tunnel or a slide or under some arctic waterfall and we were frankly too wimpy to follow closely behind them. Mark and I even caught ourselves almost yelling at kids who were splashing water as they ran/walked/stomped through the section where we were sitting on the side...I almost yelled something really intelligent like, "Hey, quit splashing water please...you are getting us wet!" But, be proud of me family, I actually thought before I spoke!
Well, as we were sitting there people watching I noticed a young girl about Caroline's age in a cute light pink bathing suit and an ENORMOUS hot pink bow in her hair. I nudged Mark and said, "WHY in the WORLD would you put a bow the size of Rhode Island in your child's hair to come to a WATER PARK?" We laughed at the complete idiotic nature of the mother who would care that much about appearances to have to have a bow in her kids hair while she was swimming. The we said, "Have you seen the kids? I haven't seen them in a while." We looked and looked and while I can't say I ever saw my own kids, I did stumble across the girl with the enormous bow about 12 different times. Smart mom, that bow lady is...smart mom. (Just for the record, I did not lose sight of my children for THAT long).
I also realized during my people watching time, that while I think I might need to lose another 20 pounds, if I ever go back to White Water, I am wearing a thong. And I will be one of the BEST looking people there!
I have to go to bed now...because unlike Caroline when she went down...my eyes are "resty"(I think that means tired).
Happy Monday yall!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Oh, who am I kidding...yes I do!
But because I haven't been around I thought it would be fun to share about this
......if my kids need a haircut(Ms. Julie lets us stay for hours and play and swim).......then we miss our bedtime.
......if we run out of milk......then my kids will ask for cereal, chocolate milk, and milk & cookies.
......if our state decides to make state employees take furlough days......then our county will take a pre-planning day from us, knowing we will show up anyway (which I did NOT)!
......if I try to get work done in my room at school......then I am constantly interrupted with senseless meetings that last forever!
.....if I try to stay late to work......then my computer will die, my projector will half fall from the ceiling and my activboard will not work.
......if I get home late and I am dog-tired......then there will be dishes in the sink (they are there even if I get in early and I am as chipper as a kid at Disney World).
......if I try to get some much needed rest because I have been working at school each night until after 7......then my brain will not let me sleep.
......if I finally fall asleep one of those nights around 3am......then Will will wake up with nightmares and want to talk about it.
.....if I set my alarm to get up early enough to exercise before work......then I will sleep right through it.
......if I sleep in my workout clothes in order to save time in the am......then I won't actually get up to work out.
......if I get Caroline out of bed still half asleep to throw her in the car......then she will ask me how many more days we have to do this!
......if I am on the computer right now......then I am procrastinating all the work I still have left to do tonight.
......if I blink too many times......then my little baby boy might be starting 1st grade tomorrow! :(
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
So I am fairly new to this blog world stuff but I am loving it. I know I don't have a whole lot of people who read faithfully, but for those who do, I don't want you to miss out on anything.
So here are a few of my favorite sites to check out...
Ok---Jennisa does blog makeovers and has done some great ones. For any of you who have a plain, drab blog or even a fabulous one you are tired of...check out her stuff...and her fun giveaway!
Wild Olive Tees is next...awesome shirts, great message and now a kid's line. (Leslie---this is for you....). They are also doing a giveaway...check them out. LOVE LOVE LOVE their shirts!
And McLinky...this is SUCH a fun way to see more people's blog and enjoy encouragement and laughter and photos!!
Happy Tuesday to you...would love to hear what your favs are right now!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Music has always moved me in ways that are deeper and stronger than anything else. I know some people are moved by spoken words, or pictures, or deep thoughts, but for me it is music. With or without words. I feel a closeness to God and I hear Him in the songs. This song has spoken to me in many phases of my life...through trials, through difficult times and through the good times too. I hope that it blesses your life like it has mine. And if for some reason you don't know the deep and abiding love of Christ, contact me and I would be glad to talk to you about it.
Wasn't that great? I love the line that says, " Oh, be still my soul. The waves and wind still know...still know...His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below." Isn't that awesome? They still know His voice...after 2000 + years, they still know...because He has not changed...EVER!
I hope this spoke to you and encouraged you today!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
"You don't want me to die do you? You want both of your kids right? And you don't want to die do you?" I just looked at her...sort of funny, I guess, because she looked back at me and said, "What?"
"Why would you say that honey? Of course I don't want you to die. And yes, I want both of my kids. And no, I don't want to die either."
She nodded her head in satisfaction and said, "Good, cuz I did not want you to die tomorrow."
I'm sorry...what? Did I hear that correctly...she said I was going to die tomorrow? Thinking that children are purer and closer to God, I was dumbfounded and for half a second I was tempted to stay holed up in the house the next day so as to not put myself out there for something to horrible happen. I did not. I figured if it was my time, in my house or out of my house I was going to go and let's face...I'd rather go down in a blaze of shopping glory. Can I get an Amen?
I did not die...obviously. Not yet anyway. I don't think often of this...that would be...well, morbid. But she got me thinking. I am not scared of the death part. I know where I am going and quite frankly, worshipping at the feet of Jesus is much more appealing than starting back to work after a glorious summer of beach bummin' it! I simply don't want to suffer when I die. Yeah, that is selfish...I know. But I don't. Now, don't read into any of this that I WANT to die right now just not painfully. I don't. I do not want to leave my kids without their mother (after all...who would feed them? or match their clothes? or WASH their clothes? or brainwash them into becoming Tarheel fans for life?) Yes, they have a dad. And he lives with us...but he is more into the yard and outside of the house and not so much on the little things like food, clothes and superior colleges!
But it got me thinking...if I did die, have I used up all my talents that He has given me? Have I given my all? Have I been all I can be for Him? It has me pondering...and wondering...
Are you using ALL of the talents He has given you...and are you using it to glorify His name?