Thursday, March 22, 2012

Lesson's Learned

I used to think that I had to have the house spotless before I could do anything else;  play with the kids, go to the store, library,  sit down with my husband.... .  Time has caught up with me and I think of all those fun  moments I put off until the house was just so.  I can't go back but I can dig in deep and spend my time now with conviction that every moment will count!!  I don't mean to say it is fine to have a "dirty"  home,  no,  just tidy up and make sure you stop to gather those precious times when someone is wanting your attention.  Have joy in every day even when you are cleaning.  My personality is that I could clean all day and love every minute of it  but those around me don't feel this way and I have to keep in mind it is not about me:).  They teach me how to number my days.
                                                                Psalm 90:12
           " So teach us to number our days,   That we may gain a heart of wisdom."

I numbered my day today by having Bible time with Mavis and Henry,  prayer and private devotion time,  gardening and sharing with Mavis,  fractions with Mavis,  reading with Henry,  exercise with Mavis,  dyeing cracked eggs,  playing with Rosie,  laughing with Julie,  tricking little A into thinking he was talking with a CAT;),  laughing so hard at Henry's dry humor....now on to riding bikes, in line skating and power walking with family! 

"Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn't even in the same neighborhood. No one has ever gotten a religious experience out of removing burned-on cheese from the grill of the toaster oven.”


― Erma Bombeck
 
LOL!
 

Monday, March 19, 2012

Never, Ever, Ever Give Up!!

                         I dare you to be the same after watching
                                                THIS
                                    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDgVske63cY&feature=fvst

Thought for the day...

“IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER




I would have talked less and listened more.



I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.



I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.



I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather rambling about his youth.



I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.



I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it melted

in storage.



I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.



I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more

while watching life.



I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.



I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.



Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment, realising that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.



When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."



There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's"



. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute . . .

look at it and really see it . . . and never give it back
Erma Bombeck