Not much to post about today, but I had some free time so I thought I would just starting typing away. Last night I had to take a picture of the girls because they were just making a mess of themselves (haven't downloaded them yet so I can't post them). I wasn't planning on it until I realized that Kennedy had found a spot in our yard with lots of really nice black dirt. I probably wouldn't have run in to get my camera if she was just playing with it in her hands, but she decided that she was going to EAT the black dirt. It was too cute - she had it all around her mouth and would even suck her fingers to get it all off her hands. I am sure that most people find that completely disgusting, I on the other hand find it kinda funny and even cute. I have the philosophy that a little dirt and germs never hurt anyone, in fact, it probably makes us stronger. Another reason I find it kinda funny is that a couple years ago, when Kylie was about the same age, we had our boat out at a Marina which had it's own little beach and Kylie would just shovel the sand into her mouth and eat it. It doesn't make for very nice diapers, but I don't think it really harmed her and it was not worth the fight trying to make her stop. I have very strong-willed girls, so I need to choose my battles carefully. Besides, it was only a phase. Kylie had no interest in eating the dirt and hasn't eaten beach sand since 2 summers ago at the beach.
I just remembered that I also wanted to post about the church I attended on Sunday. I didn't go to our normal church on Sunday because my nephew was being dedicated. I went to my sisters church with both girls and most of my extended family. First, I want to remind you that Dan was sick and therefore I was by myself with 2 girls (makes for a lot of work). Second, we never take our kids into church with us because we have a wonderful children's program at our church and I have found that my kids are no good at sitting still and being quiet. Now, I realize that my kids may not be any good at that because they have never had to do so. However, since my babies were teeny tiny, they have always been vocal. And I figure that if I have to constantly tell my kids to be quiet, or sit still, or feed them snacks, or get them toys, or whatever is necessary to not disrupt the other people around me, by the time the service is over, I have not learned a single thing and those around me probably haven't either. So, if I am not going to be able to hear God speaking to me then why even bother getting myself and 2 girls ready for church. Now that you know where I am coming from, I can tell you that it was against my better judgment to take both girls in to the service. But, we were late and there wasn't anyone at the registration booth anymore so I didn't know where to go or what to do with them. So, I took them in to church and it didn't take but 2 minutes for me to realize it was a mistake. My stress level started to soar. And to make matters worse, there was a young guy with down syndrome sitting in front of me who kept turning around and giving me the "disgusted" look every time Kylie or Kennedy made a noise. I realized that he was willing and able to do what everyone else around me were wishing they could do, but they just politely smiled as if they thought it was cute. So, I finally decided enough was enough and I brought Kylie to her appropriate room and then shortly after that I took Kennedy to her appropriate room too. Third and finally, the point I wanted to get to is this. . . When I finally made it back to the service, I missed a good portion of the sermon. The part that I did catch didn't really hit home with me, so I didn't feel too bad about missing it. But after the sermon, they had worship and communion. I just LOVE worship. The final song we sang was Great is Thy Faithfulness and for some reason it just hit me hard. I started to cry (which isn't all that abnormal for me because I almost always meet God when I am worshiping). I guess it was mostly because every time I hear that song I think of my maternal grandfather. He had a great voice and I loved to listen to him sing the old hymns. Sometimes when I sing the harmony I can just picture myself singing with Grandpa (I think that we would make a great duet). I don't know that I ever sang with him before, but when I hear those songs I start to think about what it will be like to sing with Grandpa in Heaven. So many things to look forward to - sometimes I find myself thinking that it would be so much easier for Jesus to come back right now. I know where I am going and I am pretty confident that those I love are going there too, so there really isn't much to be afraid of.
WOW. For not having much to say before I started typing this post, I sure did end up rambling on. I wanted to ask if any of you have ever had one of those moments when you just felt God's presence? Have you or do you ever wish that Jesus would just come sooner because life can get to be soooo hard? I am not implying that you would want to die (as in suicidal), but you know that when Jesus returns life will be glorious and perfect - no struggles. Just some food for thought and a means to open up communication.
I am going to hang out with Shawny & Jill tonight. I think that Jill & I are going to get a FREE digital scrapbooking lesson from one of the greatest out there. I know that this is a shameless plug for Auntie Pea (aka Shawny to me), but I figure it couldn't hurt to praise her a little every now and then. You never know, I might just get another free lesson from her. *wink*wink*