'Do You Desire to be Told of Your Faults?'

An interesting and thought provoking article Christianity Today.

Mushrooms on my lawn

I was looking at the mushrooms on my lawn today and it made me think of my mother. She grew up in Northern Ireland in 1920's and 30's. She passed away last January and I often think of her. Back to my lawn. Let me start by saying I don't really like to eat mushrooms but as I looked at the ones on my lawn it made me think of my mother and her father, my gradfather. I only know him from my mother's stories. She told me of how she and my grandfather would go for walks in the Northern Irish countryside. He would pick and eat wild mushrooms. My mother, as a little girl was sure he would eat the wrong kind of mushroom and die or at least get sick. He did not get sick or die from his wild mushroom picking. He really knew what he was doing. So as I looked at the mushrooms on my lawn I think of my wee Irish mother and my grandfather. They are probably again picking and eating the right mushrooms in heaven. ( Don't look to deep at the theology.)

Wrestling

"Let's go down stairs and wrestle Daddy." With those words from my five year old, we go downstairs move some furniture and begin to wrestle. This consists of daddy being attacked by my five year old and the two and half year old. In fact, I protect the 2 1/2 year old from the "cannonball" of the five year old as he hurls himself through the air in my direction. In a sense I am not really wrestling but protecting the boys from each other and from themselves. Oh yes and of course I am protecting myself. Life is good.

Everyone is doing it

Everyone is blogging. All I wanted to do was to respond to my brother's blog and I had to set up my own. I have nothing to say today.