Thursday, April 10, 2008


Apparently the new past time in fourth grade is passing notes. Do I smile about this? Yeah, that's a BIG no!

Maddy was relaying a story to me about her day when she nonchalantly added, "Yeah, so she passed me a note that said..." EXCUSE me. I looked at her with what I intended to be complete and utter disapproval.

Apparently, my exhaustion from the day had taken over. She took it to be a look of complete interest. She responded by saying, "I pass notes too sometimes. We all do." Wrong answer.

First off, I am sure "we" all don't pass notes. I don't. Do you? Second, sadly enough, I resorted to "If everyone was jumping off a roof, would you do it?"

I regained composure, trying not to roll my eyes at myself. I communicated on no uncertain terms would we allow Maddy to pass notes. I told her that we would support her teacher 100% if she was caught. I further informed her that she would lose TV for 2 weeks if she was caught. This was met with eyes so wide I was sure they were going to pop out.

Message received. LOUD and CLEAR.

I suggested she announce to her friends in "line up line" that she has the worst parents in the world. I told her to tell them that she can't pass anymore notes or she will lose TV privileges.

Better to make an announcement like that than pass a note about it, don't you think? She sure agreed!

And to think, it's been over a week since Hunter's last episode. Oh well, wouldn't want life to get boring!

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Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.