What A Check Will Get You

My kids' school is holding a fundraiser for Jump Rope for Heart. It sounds like it'll be alot of fun. The kids raise money through pledges and then jump rope for a set amount of time. All the money goes to help research through the American Heart Association. The kids get prizes based on how much money they raise.

When I picked up my kids yesterday, my son gets in the car and says, "Mom, I need a check for $5000."

I replied with, "You need a check for $5000? Why do you need a check for $5000?"

He told me that if you brought a check for $5000 you got a free Wii.

I said, "Well sweetie, I don't have $5000."

He replied, "You don't need $5000, just a check for $5000."

Oh now I see. It's all becoming clear. All I need is to send a check for $5000 and they'll give me a Wii, no strings attached, no money needed. Got it, little 6 year old child.

When I told him that you had to have $5000 to write a $5000 check, there was alot of groaning. Thank goodness he's only 6 since we need a few years to work on the whole concept of money.

I'm Still Learning

God has really been working on me about a couple or a million things. One of those things is learning to be content with whatever circumstances are going on in my life. That means being content and happy with who I am even in no one else seems to notice that I've done something good or kind or exceptional or even ordinary. I want so badly to look good in other people's eyes that I will go to any lengths to receive praise. And then I am always disappointed because people don't notice at all or if they do, they don't notice enough. And then I began to wonder if I will ever do enough to be accepted or loved.

Then God steps in and says to me that He is the only one that matters. I ask the question of how do I stop seeking the approval of others. Through His word I am reminded that He has done so much for me. I should serve Him because He has done so much for me. When I serve Him, he is proud of me and pitches a party because I have honored him by my service to Him. And then I smile because I realize that's the key. If I do everything to serve and honor Him, then he is proud. And what could make me happier than knowing that the God of the Universe is proud of me and notices when I do things for him? I am realizing that I don't have to stop wanting to be recognized for the good things I've done. I just need to want to be recognized by Him. No one else will see or appreciate what I've done but God never misses it. And He is pleased. And that makes me happy and loved and accepted to know that I've done something for The One who has done so much for me.

"Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written." John 21:25

It's All Those Math Classes' Fault

Last night, my hubby and my son were at ball practice. Miss A and I were just hanging out, and she decided she was going to fix my hair. She combed, and twisted my hair and basically almost pulled all of it out, or that's what it felt like. After a few minutes of this, she asked, "What kind of classes did you take in college?" I replied, "Alot of math and science." She replied, "Oh, that explains why your hair is so bad." So now I can blame my hair on my college education. Perfect. I love girl time with Miss A.

I Am So Gifted With Technology

I sent out a couple of resumes a couple of days ago and am anxiously waiting to see if I will hear anything back. I just love checking my email and our answering machine to see if anyone has responded. That is until just a moment ago. My hubby called and when I didn't get to the phone, he left a message. I heard the pre-recorded message we have on the machine say in my voice, "I don't know what I did to this thing. Oh well." And that's all it said. I accidentally erased our greeting and left that completely inept message. I was cracking up. Luckily no one called who really cares if I am computer savvy, at least not yet.

Last Night's Dance

I haven't written in awhile (seems like I start each post like this.) But it doesn't mean I haven't been thinking and writing. I just haven't written here.

So, last night was the father/daughter dance. My hubby took Miss A to Longhorns and then to the dance. They of course went in "Ol' Blue," a Ford F150 baby blue truck that is older than my daughter. She was in heaven, and really enjoyed being her daddy's date. After they walked out the door, my son looked at me and said, "Now I don't know what to do." He and Miss A are such great friends. I pray that lasts forever.

I took Mr T to Moe's, his favorite restaurant, for dinner. There was a little girl in there with her dad all dressed up ready to go to the dance. My son started talking to the little girl and she said, "See that guy in the blue costume (she meant his suit)? That's my dad." I just loved hearing her call her dad's suit his costume.

I'll try to share some of the stuff I've been learning. Have a great day.