Musings...from a 2 year old...

" I paintin'...yep...I paintin'!"

Those were little E’s sentiments yesterday as she expressed her artistic abilities with a "paint with water" book.
Here are some other quotes of the day:
"I need stickers on my leakin’"
"I not scared…" (as she runs and hugs my leg)
"I sleeped all day!"
"Sompin’ weird…I weird (hee hee hee)"
"Daddy...he wash his neck."

And (especially for Rachel...)

here is our new door made by my one true love. Don't you love it???!!!

Creator God

"...He made the stars also." Genesis 1:16

About 4 years ago my pastor was going through a series on creation and this passage has always stuck in my head. Today as I was making up a coloring sheet for little E about creation, it stood out to me again.
That phrase "He made the stars also" is tossed in there like nothing. Like "Oh, yeah, he made a few stars." WHAT?? Talk about understatement. There are millions and billions and trillions and billions of trillions of stars out in the universe that we have not even discovered yet and God puts it in his Word like it was nothing, just a drop in the bucket.

Isn't our God so Awesome?

Do you realise how puny our earth, moon & sun are compared to some stars that exist? Yet God made them to display His glory - so man would look up at the sky and have no excuse to deny that there is a creator God.

"For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made..."
Romans 1:20

Shout to the Lord!
All the Earth let us sing -
Power, and Majesty, Praise to the King!
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your Name,
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
Forever I'll love You,
Forever I'll stand!
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You!

Taking it slow

What better way to enjoy a drizzly Wednesday morning than by taking it slow?

This morning, bright and early E and I headded to the doctor to "hear baby's heartbeat." Since we only have one car, I ususally have a ton of stops to cram inbetween appointment time and nap time. But since the apt. was at 8:45 (which means quick in-quick out!) I decided that for once we could take it slow.
The library doesn't open until 10am, so I asked E if she'd like to go "out" for a snack. To which she replied with a big grin and "oohh yes!" So off to Timmy Horton's to share a bagel and decaf hazelnut coffee (for mom - not E). It was something simple, but she had so much fun just watching all the old people "talkin'" over their daily coffee & donuts. She sat there with a big grin on her face until she finished her bagel and I said we were going to go to the library. Usually I rush the library thing, too, only putting in a dime to the meter so we have 20 minutes. But I splurged :o) and put in a quarter, so we took our time. First it was mom's turn and I checked out such books as "Pottytraining for Dummies," (seriously) "Making Your Own Books" and "Space-saving Wood Projects for Around the Home." We chose the old Hailey Mills version of "Pollyanna" to watch if the rain doesn't let up and then it was off to the children's section. We played with puzzles and picked out books to take home (we've never taken kids books home because I'm always afraid they'll end up torn or missing) but E was so very excited to get some new books to read for a few weeks. So we used up our hour at the meter and headded off to do all mommy's errands like going to the bank, the fabric store, etc.
She was perfectly pleasant through all the running around and charmed everyone with her big grin. We still made it home in time for nap (actually in time to read all the "Mortimer Bear" books before nap time) and both of us in pleasant moods.
Perhaps this is so non-exciting for you. But it was just so nice to take it slow and actually enjoy a morning out and about on the town with my 2-year-old. I think the trip to Timmy's topped it off for her - feeling all grown up with mommy. I need to remember more often to take things slow and just enjoy every moment, taking the time to be an example and an encouragement while she is so young.

Projects...

Ah, canning time. The smell of cinnamon & apples cooking.
This has been my project for the past two days and the result is 14 quarts of oh-so delicious apple pie filling canned and to be given away before I eat it all!

The recipe I use is available from the Clemson Extension website (which I do not have at my fingertips, but search it and you'll find yummies galore!)

Dreaming...

Have you ever watched a movie that sets you dreaming of another time and place?

Ok, so I watched the new "Pride & Prejudice" three times in less than a week and am anxious to get to the library and actually read the book, which I confess I have not done though it is considered classic literature.

There is something so appealing about the late 18th/early 19th centuries. Long dresses, british accents, proper placement in society and oh, yes, chivalry. The days when men referred to women as "Miss ______" and helped them in and out of the carriage. When the showing of an ankle was deemed inappropriate let alone a midriff top!

Oh, yes let us not forget the lack of deodorant, indoor plumbing and proper garbage disposal. Also the poor who were always dirt poor while the rich were abundantly wealthy.

But wouldn't it be fun to just live that way for a week? Just dwell in a society so different from our own? Ah, well, tis a dream far fetched for I live in a world where women prancing around in bikini's has lost it's shock value, everyone is free to speak their mind whenever they please, and to expect a strange young man to open a door for you would send him laughing on his way.

So perhaps we women no longer have to marry well to "make our way in the world."

And being so proper all the time makes sharing the Gospel even more "foolish" in the eyes of the world.

But truly I wonder if deep down inside some of the feminists of the 21st century there is not the desire to be treated like a lady - to be called by a proper name and be helped here and there by strong men simply because you are a woman. Oh, yes, I will gladly be called the "weaker sex" and accept all the chivalrous help given, for it is far better than having some young boy shout obseneties at you as you walk down the street simply because you are female. No, I would give much to go back to the days when "good" men were protected women rather than feared them stealing their jobs.

All this from Pride and Prejudice?? Perhaps I am over-analytical. But it is a good chick flick (and for a romantic guy as well, for my dear love has watched it as many times as I have).