Thursday, March 30, 2017
Meg: Let's talk about that.
Solomon: Like at night when I wake up and I need to go to the bathroom and I come downstairs and everyone else is asleep and I go to the bathroom and I don't know if I should flush or not because it might wake people up.
Me: ... neither of those are sin. In fact it probably pleases God that you are thinking about other people's needs.
Solomon: *look of deep relief*
Me: This is why we read our bible... Erm... one reason.
Sage comes around the corner from her room into mine and starts crawling into my bed.
Me: What are you doing?
Sage: Coming to cuddle you.
She hunkers down between Bob and I and a few minutes pass. She lifts up her head suddenly and says, "Let's go to my room. Daddy is too loud."
I'm not sure why his snoring doesn't bother me but I'm thankful it doesn't! Sleeping with Sage is dangerous due to all the elbows and headbutting.
Sage wants to be Catboy from PJ Masks but her favorite super hero move is "Owl wind".
She wants to play trumpet like "my bwudduh Sodo.".
She loves to tell people about her day even if it's her day from last week.
She likes to have control and order and to understand the order.
She will taste anything once and maybe twice if we tell her not to.
Her birthday was a week and a half ago and she kept telling everyone it was birthday. We kept correcting her and now she's telling people, "My birthday is over. I'm having another one in an hour." Except she means in a year.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
I feel sad. I don't want to talk about with anyone because my happiness far outweighs my sadness and I know I'm being silly. I don't take rejection or meanness well. I really don't. Maybe because I don't get it pointed at me very much, maybe because I'm sensitive at times or to certain types of people. Meanness makes me want to quit. Even though I know the meanness is wrong. Other people have feelings and they hear you, even if you're not using words.
You don't have to be fake nice and insincere, just try not to be mean. Jeez.
Yes, yes, yes. The meager suffering of my heart today is not for nothing. It teaches. The humility it gives, the lessons it drives home. It isn't for nothing. Even petty meanness can be used by God for the enrichment of His people. So that they can be enriching to their surroundings. Not static, not bitter. God makes us better, suffering is not for nothing.