This week I have been helping at VBS (Vacation Bible School). I was serving in the role of story teller. This role is a familiar one to me because of being children's leader at BSF (Bible Study Fellowship), but this was a different setting and a more casual atmosphere. One of the little girls in my group yesterday had been in my BSF classroom this year.
This little girl's mother stopped me in the hallway today and gave me one of the highest compliment I have ever been paid. She said this morning while the little girl was brushing her teeth, that she turned to her and said "Mommy, I love Mrs. Bishop". The mother smiled pleased that her little girl liked coming to VBS and BSF. Then the little girl said "I wish Mrs. Bishop was my mommy". The mother was a little hurt of course.
I told the little girl that she probably wouldn't feel that way if she lived in my house everyday. The mother then replied knowingly with a sweet voice, something to the effect of "Not every mother can be as nice as Mrs. Bishop all of the time". Of course, I am delighted that the little girl loves me so much and thinks so highly of me. I'm sure my boys have days where they would love to trade me in more often than not.
Felt good to know that God had answered my prayer. I had prayed that God would use me as His hands and feet. That I would see the children as He sees them and that I would have His love for them and His patience. I believe that this little girl's compliment shows that God was at work and answered my prayer.
By the way the little girl's mother is a supermom with twice as many kids as I have. She is someone I look up to and know she has her act together in a really big way. The other great thing about her is her smile and the way you know that her joy comes from the LORD. That makes it even more of a compliment. Of course to God be the glory!
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
If you are too sick to go to school then you are too sick to...
Sorry for the long blog title, but I am still a very novice blogger and I felt I had to get it all in there. Anyway, I am home from school today. I was supposed to substitute teach, but I have lost my voice. Ephraim very sweetly offered to help me find it this morning. We didn't find it, so I stayed home. Of course, Carson went to school, Troy to work and I took Ephraim to CMO about an hour late.
My mother always said (maybe your mother did too) "If you are too sick to go to school then you are too sick to... (you fill in the blank)". Maybe you were too sick to play, or too sick to go to a ball game (not ever my problem) or too sick to go to violin lessons or ballet (boo hoo, yeah right). So, maybe, I am too sick to blog, but I couldn't help myself. After all, I lost my voice not my ability to type. Though, I am sure rest in its purest form would be more beneficial to my recovery.
I really need to finish my Christmas cards, but maybe I am too sick to do that??? I should be doing a few things around the house like putting away that ever growing pile of laundry, but after all, I am too sick to go to school. I think I can work this to my advantage.
Troy mentioned I might want to go to the doctor. Maybe he was thinking we should get all the visits to the doctor we can in before the end of the year, after all we did more than meet our huge deductible with Ephraim's surgery this summer. Or maybe, he didn't want me to suffer unnecessarily or maybe he didn't want to have to suffer through my whining. Either way, I have opted not to go the doctor yet. I suppose that is in part due to the fact that my mother never took us to the doctor unless we were on our very last leg.
I remember in high school, I didn't get to the doctor until I had burst an "air sac in my lung" trying so hard to breath. I had to have a few days of breathing treatments at home. My mother talked them out of putting me in the hospital because she said she could do the treatments at home with a rented machine. Somehow they agreed to it. That mother of mine, could do anything she set her mind to, including persuading the doctor, she knew what was best. Indeed, I did survive my treatments at home. She was also probably trying to avoid unnecessary medical debt, as I don't think we had any serious health insurance to speak of.
Maybe Ephraim will find my voice while he is gone at CMO, he did promise to keep looking that sweet little boy. Until then, I guess, I will have to be on "restriction". After all I was too sick to go to school.
My mother always said (maybe your mother did too) "If you are too sick to go to school then you are too sick to... (you fill in the blank)". Maybe you were too sick to play, or too sick to go to a ball game (not ever my problem) or too sick to go to violin lessons or ballet (boo hoo, yeah right). So, maybe, I am too sick to blog, but I couldn't help myself. After all, I lost my voice not my ability to type. Though, I am sure rest in its purest form would be more beneficial to my recovery.
I really need to finish my Christmas cards, but maybe I am too sick to do that??? I should be doing a few things around the house like putting away that ever growing pile of laundry, but after all, I am too sick to go to school. I think I can work this to my advantage.
Troy mentioned I might want to go to the doctor. Maybe he was thinking we should get all the visits to the doctor we can in before the end of the year, after all we did more than meet our huge deductible with Ephraim's surgery this summer. Or maybe, he didn't want me to suffer unnecessarily or maybe he didn't want to have to suffer through my whining. Either way, I have opted not to go the doctor yet. I suppose that is in part due to the fact that my mother never took us to the doctor unless we were on our very last leg.
I remember in high school, I didn't get to the doctor until I had burst an "air sac in my lung" trying so hard to breath. I had to have a few days of breathing treatments at home. My mother talked them out of putting me in the hospital because she said she could do the treatments at home with a rented machine. Somehow they agreed to it. That mother of mine, could do anything she set her mind to, including persuading the doctor, she knew what was best. Indeed, I did survive my treatments at home. She was also probably trying to avoid unnecessary medical debt, as I don't think we had any serious health insurance to speak of.
Maybe Ephraim will find my voice while he is gone at CMO, he did promise to keep looking that sweet little boy. Until then, I guess, I will have to be on "restriction". After all I was too sick to go to school.
Monday, December 8, 2008
A good time had by all...
A good time was had by all this weekend. I had the special privilege of visiting my sister and her family in Munster without my husband and children. It was a time to connect and reconnect with each other. The boys had a good time with their dad and grandparents. And I not only got to be with my sister and her family but with my brother and his family on Saturday night at the traditional St. Nick dinner that my sister held.
Traditions are such a wonderful thing. I sure miss my mother and father especially at Christmas time. So to have time with family and to be able to be a part of something larger than myself is a good thing. My mother was all about traditions. She had a way of creating traditions and celebrations that made you feel special. She was able to take simple things and make you feel so lavished and cared for.
My father was a simple and quiet man. Simple in that he didn't require a lot to be satisfied. He wanted things mostly for other people. Not necessarily grand things, but things that were needed. My mother did the majority of the Christmas shopping, but my dad had one job. He was to choose a new Christmas outfit for my mother. He always chose the best. (The best that he could afford). He spent what he had on that one gift. That one special outfit whether it came from the Fashion Shop or Locketts.
My parents did many things that showed me what God was like. Though I may not have realized it when they were doing it, I can look back and see how they exhibited God's amazing qualities. I think of 1 John 3:1 - "How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!". We have that love because He sent His Son Jesus as a simple gift of a baby in a manger. God does things in a lavish way and a simple way. He sets us in families and gives us parents, grandparents and others to show us who He really is.
What are your traditions? How are celebrating the Baby Jesus' birth? Are you showing those around you (your children, your friends, your family, total strangers) what God is like? I pray that I am doing that. I pray my boys (God's boys) can one day say "I remember how my parents showed me what God is like".
Traditions are such a wonderful thing. I sure miss my mother and father especially at Christmas time. So to have time with family and to be able to be a part of something larger than myself is a good thing. My mother was all about traditions. She had a way of creating traditions and celebrations that made you feel special. She was able to take simple things and make you feel so lavished and cared for.
My father was a simple and quiet man. Simple in that he didn't require a lot to be satisfied. He wanted things mostly for other people. Not necessarily grand things, but things that were needed. My mother did the majority of the Christmas shopping, but my dad had one job. He was to choose a new Christmas outfit for my mother. He always chose the best. (The best that he could afford). He spent what he had on that one gift. That one special outfit whether it came from the Fashion Shop or Locketts.
My parents did many things that showed me what God was like. Though I may not have realized it when they were doing it, I can look back and see how they exhibited God's amazing qualities. I think of 1 John 3:1 - "How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!". We have that love because He sent His Son Jesus as a simple gift of a baby in a manger. God does things in a lavish way and a simple way. He sets us in families and gives us parents, grandparents and others to show us who He really is.
What are your traditions? How are celebrating the Baby Jesus' birth? Are you showing those around you (your children, your friends, your family, total strangers) what God is like? I pray that I am doing that. I pray my boys (God's boys) can one day say "I remember how my parents showed me what God is like".
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