Arrival - birth
Vomit - yuck!
Fit - not me
Stutter - butter
Lifestream - sperm
Tread - tire's worn
Desire - need
Freezing - i hate cold!
Permit - yes, I do
Crinkle - laugh lines around my eyes
Check out the smart, witty, funny responses from others at Unconscious Mutterings.
As I think about all I have to be thankful for, the list is astonishingly long. For today, I will focus on those most precious in my heart
I am thankful today for . . .
To see the gratefulness of others, check out Grace Alone.
Did the kids scribble on the refrigerator door? Did the store receipt ink bleed onto the kitchen counter? Are there stray marker drawings on the appliances?
Pour some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel and rub the marker/ink away.
Have you met Parker? He is the precious and medically fragile 4 year young boy whose smile blesses the 5 Minutes for Special Needs home page.
Parker’s list of medical challenges seems endless, as do his list of medical bills. (His parents have insurance, but that only covers some of the costs.)
Sadly, Parker is in the hospital again.
So often we read about children like Parker and think we wish we could help. But this time we can help in a simple way. 5 Minutes for Mom created a games page where the advertising revenue earned while the games are being played will go to Parker. It’s not much… but every penny counts, right?
And whenever you need a little break, play a few games.
This week's toot belongs to my dear daughter, Cassandra.
She made me a Christmas card.
The front cover:
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Inside:
Dear Mom, I hope you have a nice Christmas. I know you are going to have a merry Christmas because you have a lucky card [this one] from your best daughter. Love, Cassandra
Isn't that just the bestest, sweetest thing to say?
A friend hired a plumber to help restore an old farmhouse. The plumber just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit, and his ancient one-ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children, so I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
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