Ramblings

First of all, if anyone can tell me how to get these highlighted links off, please tell me.  I don't know why they are on there.  I don't think I did anything to solicit them.  They are annoying me.

Now back to my blog.......I was looking for something in some of my old journals and just started reading through them.  I had been thinking that I would type them into this blog.  That way they would all be saved and easier to find when I wanted to look for a particular entry.  But.....no way.  Some of them are such personal feelings and prayers that I just cannot take them out of those books.  I began blogging so that I could share pictures and stories with family and friends, not because I think the world revolves around me and what I think.  But I really enjoy reading other blogs and feel like I get a glimpse of what that person is really like on the inside.   I know sometimes I can write what I feel better than I can speak it.  I think back on high school days and know now that I was about 3-4 years socially behind the others my age.  I just didn't have a clue how to talk and act around others.  I know what I felt inside and what I wanted to say...just was too withdrawn, very little self-esteem.   Okay, so much for self-analysis.  Maybe I should have started journaling then.  So....moving on......I just read back what I wrote and I am totally rambling.

Oh well, I did find some cute stories that I want to copy here.  One is from September 1, 2005 entry.  We had gone to Houston to visit Wendy & Doug and the kids and 6 year old Lucas was in the car with us singing along with "Jesus You're My Firm Foundation."  Only, he was singing, "Jesus, You're my fun dalmation."

Here's one about Micah, who has always had a fondness for tags.....not just any tag.  It had to feel just right.  Usually they were on a stuffed animal, but sometimes on a blanket, or pillow.   Tags have been known to heal an owie or at least make it feel a whole lot better.  This is an October 22, 2007 entry.  Micah was in Kindergarten and went on a field  trip to a farm with his class one day.  When he got home, Wendy asked him what his favorite animal was.  He said, "the bunny rabbit, cause it was soft as a tag."


April 1, 2007, was a Sunday when all the kids were here for lunch.  Gavin caught the bullfrog that had been living in the fishponds for a long time.  He was holding it and said, "This is a GREAT day!"  Anytime Gavin gets to hold a reptile or amphibian of any kind it is still a great day.

Gavin had a fondness for the hair on your arms or legs.  If he was sitting beside you, he would suck on his thumb and rub the hair on your arm.  One time Matt was standing in line at the grocery store and felt something on his leg and Gavin was squatted down with his thumb in his mouth and rubbing the hair on Matt's leg.  I found an entry from November, 2004...Gavin would have been 3....I was hanging a picure on the wall and Gavin bent down and started pushing up my pant leg.  Then he leaned over to rub his face on my leg.  I said, "What are you doing, Gavin?"  He said, "snuggle your yeg (leg)."  "Why", I asked.  "Cause, I love my dad."   ?????   I guess I should shave my legs more often if my leg reminds him of his dad's.


August 31, 2004, Lucas is in Kindergarten.  He has a computer class, but told Wendy, they can NOT spit on the computers, because it will make them not work.


February 24, 2004, Wendy and I took the kids to Grant Avenue Baptist Church to see the Watoto children sing.  On the way in we were telling them who we were going to see.  We were listening to the CD and Lucas calls them his friends from Africa.  He asked us if they were black.  We said, "yes."  He said, "I wanted to be black...but God made me white."  "But it's okay, we're dark white."  He was looking at the houses along the road and said, "Is that white? Yeah, we're dark white."  (compared to white paint, I guess.)  Wendy said that one time after watching the Cosby show, Lucas said, "I wish I had a black daddy."   ???


That reminds me of the time Paul Masih was working for Global Encounter along with some other college students during the summer and was here at the house every day.  Paul is the son of Brother Nazir Masih, who pastors Chandigarh Baptist Church in North India.  One day Wendy and Lucas had brought lunch over for us and Paul and the others were sitting at the kitchen counter talking.  Lucas was trying to get Paul's attention to tell him something and tapped on his leg and said, "Hey, brown guy....."  Good-natured Paul became know as "brown guy" that summer.


I may find more of these fun stories as I look further into these journals.  I did see that the times that I journaled most faithfully and poured my heart out in written prayers, seemed to be when we were experiencing dark, painful times.  It was hard to read those and yet was good to be reminded that the Lord is so faithful to hear us and see us through whatever hurts we are experiencing.  It also reminded me that I need to be just as faithful in thanking Him and pouring my heart out in praise when things are going well.  He is my Rock, my Strength, my Redeemer, my Comforter.  Thank you Father God!!!  I love you!!!


Donna