Teach Paul and TJ Romans 12:19a. "Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath..."
I should work on patience and sharing, too.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thoughts on Romans 1, 2, 3?
The Bible verse of the day is fitting for what's on my mind, "Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.” (Psalm 119:18)
My reading from BibleGateway.com was Romans 1, 2 and 3. Romans 1:32 is, "Although they know God's righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them." Romans 2:1 is, "You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things."
Romans 3:9-19 reminds us that no one is righteous. So, I know I am not righteous on my own. I am not to approve of those who practice evil, yet I am not to judge them. That's tough; I'm still digesting. I thought it would help to write it out. We'll see...
Maybe I should just take TJ's advice. He brought me the phone and said he wanted to call God. I told him we call God by praying to Him and reading the Bible. He said that he had already prayed and insisted that he wanted to call God on the phone. Finally, I asked if we could call Amina instead.
"Yes!"
And we did.
My reading from BibleGateway.com was Romans 1, 2 and 3. Romans 1:32 is, "Although they know God's righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them." Romans 2:1 is, "You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things."
Romans 3:9-19 reminds us that no one is righteous. So, I know I am not righteous on my own. I am not to approve of those who practice evil, yet I am not to judge them. That's tough; I'm still digesting. I thought it would help to write it out. We'll see...
Maybe I should just take TJ's advice. He brought me the phone and said he wanted to call God. I told him we call God by praying to Him and reading the Bible. He said that he had already prayed and insisted that he wanted to call God on the phone. Finally, I asked if we could call Amina instead.
"Yes!"
And we did.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Trunk Or Treat
TJ trick-or-treats at our car. He had a piece of candy every time I turned around. No surprise he complained of a stomach ache before we left.
Santa and his good buddy, the Incredible Hulk.
As usual, I wish I'd taken more pictures. Coker did a great job setting up an "Alien Autopsy." It included cauliflower "brains," olive "eyes," a ginger "heart" and noodle "guts." Paul was Count Dooko, which I have no idea how to spell, Coker was a Man in Black and I was an alien.
Santa and his good buddy, the Incredible Hulk.
As usual, I wish I'd taken more pictures. Coker did a great job setting up an "Alien Autopsy." It included cauliflower "brains," olive "eyes," a ginger "heart" and noodle "guts." Paul was Count Dooko, which I have no idea how to spell, Coker was a Man in Black and I was an alien.Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I Like the Beach!
This is on Manhattan Beach in California. Paul did not remember going to the beach before this, and TJ had not been to the beach.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Little Cilantro
Coker and I love watching Top Chef. We imagine that we can cook and Coker has tried a few of the recipes. I can follow a recipe, but my outcome isn't always what I'd hoped. The contestants on the show throw ingredients together and create fancy new dishes.
One of the challenges tonight was an amuse buche, which could be anything. Coker asked what I would make, to which I responded, "for whom am I cooking?" (Well, not exactly. I'm writing here, not talking.) If I were to cook the ultimate one bite for Coker, it would have to include bacon. I named off the ingredients I would use: toast, bacon, egg, Tabasco. Coker said it would need to be rye toast with butter and strawberry jelly, and don't forget the salt. Otherwise, my choice would be the best bite he'd ever had.
Listening to all this and talking at the same time, we realized Paul wanted a turn. His amuse buche would be, "a little cilantro, a snail (the first ingredient the chefs had to use), and a cracker." He would "make" Coker eat it, because of the snail.
One of the challenges tonight was an amuse buche, which could be anything. Coker asked what I would make, to which I responded, "for whom am I cooking?" (Well, not exactly. I'm writing here, not talking.) If I were to cook the ultimate one bite for Coker, it would have to include bacon. I named off the ingredients I would use: toast, bacon, egg, Tabasco. Coker said it would need to be rye toast with butter and strawberry jelly, and don't forget the salt. Otherwise, my choice would be the best bite he'd ever had.
Listening to all this and talking at the same time, we realized Paul wanted a turn. His amuse buche would be, "a little cilantro, a snail (the first ingredient the chefs had to use), and a cracker." He would "make" Coker eat it, because of the snail.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Show Me Your Mad Face
Coker and TJ started a new game. It always begins, "Show me your mad face..."
Show me your happy face.
Your sleepy face...
Your surprised face...
And on and on!
Show me your happy face.
Your sleepy face...
Your surprised face...
And on and on!Sunday, August 2, 2009
Games We Play
I was inspired to write about fun games, made up and otherwise by Antique Mommy.
Reading her post, the first one I thought of was "Turn me loose, little goose." When I was little, I sat on mom's foot and hugged her leg with my arms and legs. She would drag me around, chanting, "turn me loose, little goose!" Both Paul and TJ now enjoy this game. I am less graceful than I remember mom, as I hobble around with a boy on each leg. I had to change the chant to, "turn me leese, little geese." Now that I give it more thought, I could have addressed each "goose" separately and used the more correct, "turn me loose..." Alas!
"Pillow House" is a current favorite with my boys. They pull out every pillow they can find and pile them up in the living room. My designs that include little rooms using the sofa and other furniture are not well-received. Burrowing into the house is more fun than crawling. I don't get it, and neither does Coker. His distaste for a pillow mess is greater than mine. Pillows are easier to pick up than legos or play-doh, I say.
I love "Hide and Seek." Paul is becoming a good hider. His seeking ability is coming along; he often has to ask me for a clue, unless TJ is hiding with me. When TJ hides with me, he giggles or "whispers" and gives us away. Little TJ loves to play, but just needs a little help. He's always on my team.
"Tickle Monster" is our version of chase. One person is the Tickle Monster and chases the others around the house until someone has to stop to catch his breath, OK, her breath. It's almost always me.
Reading her post, the first one I thought of was "Turn me loose, little goose." When I was little, I sat on mom's foot and hugged her leg with my arms and legs. She would drag me around, chanting, "turn me loose, little goose!" Both Paul and TJ now enjoy this game. I am less graceful than I remember mom, as I hobble around with a boy on each leg. I had to change the chant to, "turn me leese, little geese." Now that I give it more thought, I could have addressed each "goose" separately and used the more correct, "turn me loose..." Alas!
"Pillow House" is a current favorite with my boys. They pull out every pillow they can find and pile them up in the living room. My designs that include little rooms using the sofa and other furniture are not well-received. Burrowing into the house is more fun than crawling. I don't get it, and neither does Coker. His distaste for a pillow mess is greater than mine. Pillows are easier to pick up than legos or play-doh, I say.
I love "Hide and Seek." Paul is becoming a good hider. His seeking ability is coming along; he often has to ask me for a clue, unless TJ is hiding with me. When TJ hides with me, he giggles or "whispers" and gives us away. Little TJ loves to play, but just needs a little help. He's always on my team.
"Tickle Monster" is our version of chase. One person is the Tickle Monster and chases the others around the house until someone has to stop to catch his breath, OK, her breath. It's almost always me.
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