New Life'n

For mom with the wandering child

12 ways to love your wayward child --

Many parents are brokenhearted and completely baffled by their unbelieving son or daughter. They have no clue why the child they raised well is making such awful, destructive decisions. I’ve never been one of these parents, but I have been one of these sons. Reflecting back on that experience, I offer these suggestions to help you reach out to your wayward child...

For young mom and her messy house

It's called "Babies Don't Keep."  I don't know who wrote it:

Mother, of Mother, come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hand out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Litte Boy Blue
(lullabye, rockabye, lullabye too).
Dishes are wating and bille are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look!  Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullabye, rockabye, lullabye, too).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, asd I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.  Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Does God exist?

Watch the debate!

Brave. Like his dad.

He's 8.  You know what happened.

Mom memory one

Watching Mighty Mouse on TV on a Saturday morning (yeah -- long time ago).  Running back and forth between mom and the TV to update her on every punch and chase.  She was getting ready to go somehwere, doing something in front of the mirror.  I was breathless with excitement.  She listened to every update, totally fascinated, even more than me.  She really loved Mighty Mouse -- she had to, right?  Why else would she be so interested in what I had to say?

"Who has the wisdom to count the clouds? Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens?"

I have a pretty low threshold of intense, in-your-face scenes on TV and at movies.  I don't even like to get to the theater early enough to see the previews -- they're usually so loud and intense that I find myself holding my breath and gripping the armrest.  But there's something about the intensity that nature and creation sometimes turn loose that has the opposite effect -- I can't take my eyes off it.  This is the video from the storm chasers you may have seen on TV.  It's from the system that ended up going thru Kansas last week.  The chaser guys get pretty excited -- I can handle the video, but I have to turn them down.