One Lesson and She is an Authority

My granddaughter turned eight years old this month.  In her eight years she has kept me laughing with her wisdom.

One of the funniest memories is when she was four years old and was trying to get her Papa to make a decision about whether he would take her to one of her favorite places – the John Deere Pavilion.

We still laugh at her impatience waiting for his answer.  You can read that story at

Say Yes or Say No –

Recently we bought her some bird houses to paint for her birthday.  Her new home has lots of trees and we thought she would enjoy not only painting them, but watching the birds this summer as they made a next in the houses.

When she stayed all night with us recently her Papa helped her paint one of the smaller ones instructing her in how to mix paints to get a new color, how to hold her brush and the right strokes to make.

Painting With Papa

We left the other houses at her home for her to paint later.

Our daughter got the houses out with the paint and began to keep her some instructions on painting.

She promptly told her mother she did not need any help because

Papa taught me all I need to know.

One lesson with Papa and she is now an authority on painting.  Love this little girl!

 

 

 

Don’t Worry! Be Happy!

 

Don’t you just hate it when you are going through a time of stress or difficulties that cause you to begin to worry and then some Pollyanna comes along and says:

worry

Recently I have been stressed out.  My husband and I have begun downsizing and making plans to move to a smaller place which will require less work for us “old folks.”  Then the only child that lives close to us moved to another state leaving us without any family close by.

So—-all this began a series of decisions to make.

First, where do we move to?  Which of our children live in an area that will work best for us as we age?  (And the worry that when we decided we might hurt the feelings of our children who we did not move by.  Would they think we like one child better than the other?)  And depending on where we moved, we might be closer to some but be moving even further away from others.

Decision made.  All is well.  Our children are wonderful and totally in agreement with our decision.

So—all this starts another series of decisions to make.

How much should we ask for the sale of our house?  What do we keep and what do we get rid of as we move into a smaller home?  The possessions we are not going to keep – do we sell them, give them to children, take them to Goodwill?

So—how do we find a new place in another state?

New home found.

So—now to do all the things required when you make a move.  Utilities turned off here, turned on there.  Address changes made.  Find new doctors.  (This is very important for us as we both have heart issues and are diabetics.)  Get involved in new church.  Pack up everything carefully for a move of almost 400 miles.  On and on this list goes.

So – I have been worried a lot lately about all these decisions and things to be done.

Then, today I read the words of my precious Savior in the Gospel of Luke.

“That is why I tell you, don’t worry about life, wondering what you are going to eat. And stop bothering about what clothes you will need. Life is much more important than food, and the body more important than clothes. Think of the ravens. They neither sow nor reap, and they have neither store nor barn, but God feeds them. And how much more valuable do you think you are than birds? Can any of you make himself an inch taller however much he worries about it? And if you can’t manage a little thing like this, why do you worry about anything else? Think of the wild flowers, and how they neither work nor weave. Yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these. If God so clothes the grass, which flowers in the field today and is burnt in the stove tomorrow, is he not much more likely to clothe you, you little-faiths? You must not set your heart on what you eat or drink, nor must you live in a state of anxiety. The whole heathen world is busy about getting food and drink, and your Father knows well enough that you need such things. No, set your heart on his kingdom, and your food and drink.”

Jesus is not a Pollyanna, but He clearly reminds us that He knows what we need and He will supply.

So—Don’t worry!  Be Happy!

God is in control!

 

 

Say “Yes” or Say “No”

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Grandchildren are such a joy!  But they grow up way too fast!

I keep a journal writing down the funny things they say and do so I will never forget them.  The journal is growing rapidly since the birth of my youngest granddaughter, Zoe.

Say “Yes” or say “No”

Taking Zoe for a walk along the Mississippi River, Zoe recognized that we were very close to the John Deere Pavilion.  She loves to go there and climb and “drive” all the tractors on display.  She asked me if we could go there after our walk.  I told her to ask her Papa, so she did.  He told her he would have to think about it.  After taking another three to four steps, she looked up at him and in a very serious voice she told him, “Say yes or say no.”

My feet stink!

She loves to take a bath when she comes to our house (it really is just play time with all her bath toys).  Recently when I told her there would be no bath today, she informed me, “I need a bath.  My feet stink.”  Then, to make sure I realized how much she needed the bath, she stuck her little feet up to my face and said, “Smell them!”

We are amazing!

While playing with me one day at our house, her mother called to see how things were going.  I told her, “Your mother wants to know how you are.”  She, without hesitation, said, “I’m amazing!”  Then she smiled at me and said, “You’re amazing too!”  So there you have it folks – from a little child’s mouth – I’m amazing!