Here is our playlist, which we are about to hear while we bake some pies.
http://grooveshark.com/playlist/Thanksgiving/79194359
Have a peaceful Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Grateful for the 23rd day: Sharing
Our past week was full of sharing with lots of lovely folks. Every Tuesday we go to Joy Club at Hall Church. The school bus drops off kids from the area after school, and they stay for a Bible Club. "From the area" means something like this:
Follow enough tire tracks, and you find beautiful children like this:
On Friday Jason asked a co-worker over for the afternoon and a meal. Other than their dad, this is the 1st time I've been able to say to my kids about a firefighter/medic, "I hope you grow up to be like him." Hopefully we can share more days with him.
All weekend we got to do chores for our friends who were gone. This included learning to milk a cow. Are we ready for our own yet? Not quite, but we really had fun sharing the work.
Our week has been filled with these and many more blessings. For school we are looking for the word "thanks" and derivitives in the Bible. We read Cranberry Thanksgiving,by Wende and Harry Devlin.
Here are 2 stanzas of a poem I like, called "November," by J. Patrick Lewis:
The bottoms of autumn
Wear diamonds of frost;
The tops of the trees rue
The leaves that they've lost.
Red squirrels, busy packing
Oak cupboards for weeks,
Still rattle the branches
With seeds in their cheeks.
And our scripture:
Follow enough tire tracks, and you find beautiful children like this:
Every Wednesday we attend AWANA club at Gandy Church. This past week at the last minute, we started getting phone calls: the commander is sick, can you fill in? The game leader won't be there, can you fill in? In addition to playing piano, leading a handbook group, and teaching Bible time? Some of our boys' friends stopped in for awhile to play and shoot guns in the afternoon. After sharing a quick bowl of chili, we threw a bunch of pool noodles and arm floaties in the van and left. Of course, God worked it out that everything in the evening went smoothly. Only one 2nd grader asked, "What is the purpose of hitting floaties with pool noodles?"
On Friday Jason asked a co-worker over for the afternoon and a meal. Other than their dad, this is the 1st time I've been able to say to my kids about a firefighter/medic, "I hope you grow up to be like him." Hopefully we can share more days with him.
All weekend we got to do chores for our friends who were gone. This included learning to milk a cow. Are we ready for our own yet? Not quite, but we really had fun sharing the work.
Our week has been filled with these and many more blessings. For school we are looking for the word "thanks" and derivitives in the Bible. We read Cranberry Thanksgiving,by Wende and Harry Devlin.
Here are 2 stanzas of a poem I like, called "November," by J. Patrick Lewis:
The bottoms of autumn
Wear diamonds of frost;
The tops of the trees rue
The leaves that they've lost.
Red squirrels, busy packing
Oak cupboards for weeks,
Still rattle the branches
With seeds in their cheeks.
And our scripture:
Matthew 6:26-34
New King James Version (NKJV)
26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Being Grateful for the 15th Day
Today we are thankful for the peace of Christ. Here are the kids' thoughts about peace:
No wars between any countries
Lying down to sleep
A nice quiet day
Colossians 3:15-17
New International Version (NIV)
15 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.
This week we made acrostics. http://www.activityvillage.co.uk/pdfs/thanks_acrostic_with_graphic.pdf
This week we made acrostics. http://www.activityvillage.co.uk/pdfs/thanks_acrostic_with_graphic.pdf
We have been reading from this book:
And we're compiling our Thanksgiving playlist on Grooveshark.com. We may share it when we're done in a couple of weeks!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Being Grateful for the 8th day
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving,
and make a joyful noise unto Him with psalms.
Psalm 95:2
I am thankful to be
BRINSLIE, TESSA, APRIL, JORGIA
I got to enter in with these lovely girls and about 60 other people last week at True Beauty 2012 retreat. Worshiping and learning together was an amazing privilege.
At home we've been reading a Thanksgiving story book every day and singing our favorite Thanksgiving songs.
What joyful noises and psalms do you like to sing at Thanksgiving time?
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Our 30 Days of Thanksgiving starts today
Today we're starting our thankful countdown.
First, we got out the box of Thanksgiving decorations: mostly handmade turkeys, but also a few of Grandma Bennett's wax turkeys and pilgrims, 1 plastic Squanto, and our favorite audio card from A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
This year we'll use a "prayer guide" from Life Action Ministries. We will try to have a thankful prayer time and do something fun every day!
So today we are thankful for our salvation.
and,
Nothing in my hand I bring; simply to Thy cross I cling.
Should my tears forever flow, could my zeal no respite show,
These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Thank You.
First, we got out the box of Thanksgiving decorations: mostly handmade turkeys, but also a few of Grandma Bennett's wax turkeys and pilgrims, 1 plastic Squanto, and our favorite audio card from A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.
This year we'll use a "prayer guide" from Life Action Ministries. We will try to have a thankful prayer time and do something fun every day!
So today we are thankful for our salvation.
2 Thessalonians 2:13
English Standard Version (ESV)
13 But we ought always to give thanks to God for you, brothers beloved by the Lord, because God chose you as the firstfruits[a] to be saved, through sanctification by the Spirit and belief in the truth.
Footnotes:
- 2 Thessalonians 2:13 Some manuscripts chose you from the beginning
and,
Nothing in my hand I bring; simply to Thy cross I cling.
Should my tears forever flow, could my zeal no respite show,
These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Thank You.
Friday, September 7, 2012
For 2012 I decided to write a monthly post
In July I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.
In August I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.
Today, September, I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.
Enough with perseverance, already!
Here are some satirical thoughts about our small county courthouse. We are new here, and part of cultural adaptation includes the "oh how cute" stage. Our courthouse is quite cute and the library is adorable. Bored-looking employees stop visiting to glance cutely up at us over their desks. The sheriff reminds you of Barney Fife.
But part of adaptation also includes the "oh how dumb" stage.
We went to the courthouse to ask about our property. Sorry, the property person "wasn't in that day."
We went in to pay for our vehicle licenses. We were told, "We're sorry. The computers are down and we can't process your payment."
We needed to renew our driver's licenses. Sorry, the driver's licence examiner is only here from 10:06 to 11:19 once every third month on an odd Wednesday (or something like that.)
The county library is housed in the courthouse. It is only open a handful of hours per week, seemingly not ever when we are in town. If a book is overdue, there is no drop box available after 5 or on weekends. So you get to pay fines until it opens again. The library books are not shelved in any particular order, and there haven't been any new books added for decades. Also, the card catalogue (!) only lists a few of the shelved books. Many books are moldy or missing pages. This library is funded by county tax dollars...no one is sure exactly where those dollars are.
We wanted to learn about 4-H. So we walked down to the suite of 3 county extension rooms, but found that no extension agent works in this county. The rooms sit empty.
A county employee has cursed in conversation with me twice and glared at my children innumerable times. For being on the property.
I went home and said in frustration, "What is the point of this courthouse! They don't do ANYTHING!"
Jason smirked. "They collect taxes."
The next part of cultural adaptation is .... adaptation.
In August I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.
Today, September, I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush. It would load to 90% then quit.
Enough with perseverance, already!
Here are some satirical thoughts about our small county courthouse. We are new here, and part of cultural adaptation includes the "oh how cute" stage. Our courthouse is quite cute and the library is adorable. Bored-looking employees stop visiting to glance cutely up at us over their desks. The sheriff reminds you of Barney Fife.
But part of adaptation also includes the "oh how dumb" stage.
We went to the courthouse to ask about our property. Sorry, the property person "wasn't in that day."
We went in to pay for our vehicle licenses. We were told, "We're sorry. The computers are down and we can't process your payment."
We needed to renew our driver's licenses. Sorry, the driver's licence examiner is only here from 10:06 to 11:19 once every third month on an odd Wednesday (or something like that.)
The county library is housed in the courthouse. It is only open a handful of hours per week, seemingly not ever when we are in town. If a book is overdue, there is no drop box available after 5 or on weekends. So you get to pay fines until it opens again. The library books are not shelved in any particular order, and there haven't been any new books added for decades. Also, the card catalogue (!) only lists a few of the shelved books. Many books are moldy or missing pages. This library is funded by county tax dollars...no one is sure exactly where those dollars are.
We wanted to learn about 4-H. So we walked down to the suite of 3 county extension rooms, but found that no extension agent works in this county. The rooms sit empty.
A county employee has cursed in conversation with me twice and glared at my children innumerable times. For being on the property.
I went home and said in frustration, "What is the point of this courthouse! They don't do ANYTHING!"
Jason smirked. "They collect taxes."
The next part of cultural adaptation is .... adaptation.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
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