Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
seedless oranges
Recently we bought a wonderful family devotional and have started reading it as a family after dinner each night. It's great because it has stories that the boys can relate to, even at 7 and 3. Although we sometimes wonder what, if anything, the boys are taking away with them each night, last night brought light to some of our wonderment.
We read about witnessing to others about Jesus. The little guy in the story did not feel comfortable talking to other kids about Jesus because none of the other kids at school talked about Him or if someone did, they were made fun of.
The boy needed to go to the store to buy oranges with seeds in them for a school project but became quickly frustrated when the grocery did not have them. He wondered how he was suppose to grow an orange tree without seeds. His mother then compared him to that seedless orange...a seedless Christian, not being willing to plant the seeds of the gospel.
So where am I going with this? Well, the devotional prompted us to talk about whether or not we scatter the "seed" of the Word of God. The boys and I realized that this was something we all could do a better job at. Later that night, Koby gave me a note:
"The Bible is true. I am telling you God is our Saviour"
Definitely not a seedless orange.
Ky received a special postcard in the mail today from Nama J, Aunt Shel, Kals, T, and little Jeongran, who spent last week together in Florida. He was so excited to get some mail and wanted to show it off!
We read about witnessing to others about Jesus. The little guy in the story did not feel comfortable talking to other kids about Jesus because none of the other kids at school talked about Him or if someone did, they were made fun of.
The boy needed to go to the store to buy oranges with seeds in them for a school project but became quickly frustrated when the grocery did not have them. He wondered how he was suppose to grow an orange tree without seeds. His mother then compared him to that seedless orange...a seedless Christian, not being willing to plant the seeds of the gospel.
So where am I going with this? Well, the devotional prompted us to talk about whether or not we scatter the "seed" of the Word of God. The boys and I realized that this was something we all could do a better job at. Later that night, Koby gave me a note:
"The Bible is true. I am telling you God is our Saviour"
Definitely not a seedless orange.
Ky received a special postcard in the mail today from Nama J, Aunt Shel, Kals, T, and little Jeongran, who spent last week together in Florida. He was so excited to get some mail and wanted to show it off!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
mom always says...
.....don't play ball in the house!
I can't tell you how many times I have said it. And yet the words no sooner leave my lips and the boys are right back at it, playing basketball in the house, using the walls as their hoop. Tonight, Koby had a first hand lesson in why this rule exists in almost every house across the country.
Exhibit A:
All I heard was a crash.
All I saw was a seven year old with a look of bewilderment on his face.
All I said was, "KOBY AUSTIN! THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU NOT TO PLAY BALL IN THE HOUSE! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SAY THAT!(yada, yada, yada....I rambled for a few minutes on why parents have rules, why it is important to follow rules, Webster's definition of rules, and on, and on, and on...if you have children, I'm sure you can imagine the rant I was on)
Exhibits B, C, and D:
Koby ran upstairs, red-faced, and for once, speechless. A moment later, his wallet flew over the stairs (his non-verbal way of saying, "I broke it, I'll pay for it".)
We returned the wallet (and yes, all his money was still in there).
He retreated to his room once again and shortly after came down, apologized and gave me a peace offering he had hand-crafted while in his room:
A Build-a-Bear hanger decorated with stickers and pipe cleaner with a note attached that read, "I'm sorry I broke your fan"
Lesson learned.
Forgiveness granted.
20 minutes later, he was playing basketball again...
.....in the house!
I can't tell you how many times I have said it. And yet the words no sooner leave my lips and the boys are right back at it, playing basketball in the house, using the walls as their hoop. Tonight, Koby had a first hand lesson in why this rule exists in almost every house across the country.
Exhibit A:
All I heard was a crash.
All I saw was a seven year old with a look of bewilderment on his face.
All I said was, "KOBY AUSTIN! THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU NOT TO PLAY BALL IN THE HOUSE! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SAY THAT!(yada, yada, yada....I rambled for a few minutes on why parents have rules, why it is important to follow rules, Webster's definition of rules, and on, and on, and on...if you have children, I'm sure you can imagine the rant I was on)
Exhibits B, C, and D:
Koby ran upstairs, red-faced, and for once, speechless. A moment later, his wallet flew over the stairs (his non-verbal way of saying, "I broke it, I'll pay for it".)
We returned the wallet (and yes, all his money was still in there).
He retreated to his room once again and shortly after came down, apologized and gave me a peace offering he had hand-crafted while in his room:
A Build-a-Bear hanger decorated with stickers and pipe cleaner with a note attached that read, "I'm sorry I broke your fan"
Lesson learned.
Forgiveness granted.
20 minutes later, he was playing basketball again...
.....in the house!
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