Wednesday, June 9, 2010
This kid would scream and cry every day as I was trying to cook dinner and it was time for Hubby to walk in the door from work. I called it the 5:00 Fussies. Well, I only found one remedy for the 5:00 Fussies and believe me, I tried everything I could think of. The only thing that would work was to put him in his bouncy seat to watch...get ready for it....the Bill Gaither Gospel Hour. Can you believe it? Let's just say that listening to the gospel hour over and over was much better than listening to a screaming baby and I got to know some of the songs quite well. The in-laws got Prince a DVD so we could listen to it any time he wanted. Had it been a VHS, we would have worn it out long ago.
Anyway, it's been a while since I've listened to the music from this show, but I have the songs on my i-pod and sometimes I play a song or two from it and relive memories of having little babies. Today was one of those days and although I have heard this song a million times, it struck me in a whole new way. It's Ivan Parker singing "When I Get Carried Away."
Good ol' Ivan has a great message in this song. The first verse says, "Well, I don't know why I become a little shy when I get around a whole lot of people. And I can't figure out why I never can shout about the love that floods my soul. I must confess, I can't express the feelings deep inside me, The things I know and cannot show one day will overflow." This got me to thinking...why is it that I get shy around people and can't always share the joy that Jesus puts in my heart? I love Jesus so much that I want to shout it from the rooftops, so why don't I? In a world where we have become so politically correct, it is sometimes hard to openly share with others if you don't know what they believe. Then there's the whole thing about being seen as one of those overly zealous Bible thumpers. What's really so wrong with that? When you are in love with someone you want to tell everyone about it, don't you? This afternoon I was not only reminded of my sweet little baby Prince and how much I love him, but also of the fullness in my heart with the amazing love I have for Jesus.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
This afternoon I did my absolute least favorite thing in the whole world. I went to the dentist. Let me tell you, I would rather go to the gynecologist than go to the dentist. That's how much I hate going. And guess what...did you guess? I will be going back to my least favorite place in just a few weeks. That's right people...I have to have fillings. Oh, how I hate going to the dentist and it isn't like I don't take care of my teeth. I blame my mother (sorry Mom, but I do). Why is it my mother's fault that I don't have good teeth? Because she doesn't like milk. I think she didn't get enough calcium when I was in her tummy and now my teeth aren't good. I have no scientific proof of this, but it sounds good to me. So please pray for me that I can survive the next visit to the dentist, which will come way too soon for me.
My little princess played awesome ball tonight. That is not just a prejudiced mother talking to you, OK, maybe it is. But let me say that she is pretty good for a beginner. She got to play catcher, just like her Grandaddy and she got 2 hits. Prince is still a little afraid of the ball after that first practice when it hit him in the nose and he bled. He's got spunk, though and his coaches have been wonderful working with him and encouraging him. It will be neat to see how much both of them improve this season.
In other news, Hubby bought me an i-phone this weekend. I am so excited to be in the modern world now. I still don't text, but I am moving up in the world. Holla, Hubby! Thanks for the new phone. I promise not to wash this phone in the laundry as I may or may not have done to other phones in the past.
That's all for tonight. I've gotta go floss.