A MOMent POST

I tend to play songs on repeat. I mean like bad. I'll listen to the same song over and over and over. I'm blaming this on my dad (yay, he made it on the mom page smile emoticon ) Growing up in a worship pastor's home, we listened to thousands and thousands of songs. Mostly on repeat. My brother and I could sing all the parts. We joke all the time about the "Summer of '95" this is when we realized that there were other types of music in the world and learned EVERY word to EVERY country song that Summer. And the funny this is we can still "quote" the majority of the lyrics and crack up about it. We will randomly call each other and not say "Hello" but John Michael Montgomery's "Hey pretty lady want cha gimme a sign. I'd do anything to make you mine all mine." (That was from memory those might not be correct. Sorry JMM)

This morning as I was driving home from the grocery store (torture oh torture) I was listening to a song (on repeat) "Our Only Hope is Jesus." I can't even type those words without tearing up.

"You're healer to the broken. Shepherd to the lost. Father of the orphan adopted by the cross. There's comfort in your arms, it's where our healing starts. Our only hope is Jesus."

Reese (my daughter) recently colored a picture of a lamb in Sunday School. She had learned about the ONE lost sheep in the parable Jesus taught in Matthew 18:12-14. We were discussing why the ONE lost sheep was so important. She said something that I knew but it just hit home when you hear it come so confidently from a 5 year old. "Mom, I was the lost sheep. You were the lost sheep. Jesus came for me." And all I could do was whisper, "Yes."

God sent His ONLY son, Jesus. Because He is faithful to His lost sheep.

In a broken world He knew, OUR ONLY HOPE IS JESUS.

As moms He knows, OUR ONLY HOPE IS JESUS.

We (and I do mean "we" because it takes a TEAM of mommas to do this kind of conference) have been praying for YOU!

Come ready to find the love of a faithful God. Or maybe you'll just be FOUND.

Hebrews 10:23 Let us hold fast the confession of OUR HOPE without wavering, for he who promised IS FAITHFUL.

Booty Drop Disease

So we are leaving a restaurant and Reese sees an interesting pile of something on the curb. She puts her fingers in it and smears it. "It" was bird poop.
I start doing what any medical person does... Contain the mess and start cleaning.
Me: Reese, why did you put your hands in something you have no idea what it is. Birds have nasty things in their poop. Like histoplasmosis. Which she was like whatever.
Josh then does whatever non medical parents do. 
Josh: Reese, birds give you a disease called the booty drop disease. When your booty falls off if you touch bird poop.
Reese: What!!!! And starts crying hysterically.
Awesome fake diseases are way more scary than real ones.
(I did inform her that it wasn't real and dad was just "tricking" her like she sometimes does us.)

Evil - A four letter word

We try to use kind words in our home. We have strict rules on the use of words. John Rhett came home from school recently and said, "Mom, someone said the "s" word at school." I asked, "What word?" "Mom, I can't even say it, it was so bad." "It is okay just tell me so we can talk about it."
"Mom, they said stupid" and I gasped. I was trying not to laugh. But we talk about how important it is for our words to be kind and encouraging. Yes, my kids know the bad words and even the really bad words, I said them and explained them.  I didn't want them to hear it from anyone else. We talked about  how we could choose better words and why we shouldn't use them. My kiddos actually acted responsible and mature (if that is possible for a 5 and 7 year old) about it all. And the not so funny thing is, John Rhett had already heard the majority of them. So, tonight when Reese said, "Mom, Bubs called me a really bad word today." I was a little nervous and curious because that is not John Rhett at all. I asked her what he said.

Reese: Mom, John Rhett called me evil and that is a bad word.
Me: Evil is not a bad word. It isn't nice or kind but it isn't bad. Why did he call you that?
Reese: I have no idea.
Me: (John Rhett come here) Reese, what did you do?
John Rhett: Yes, mom.
Me: Why did you call Reese evil? Do you think she is evil?
Reese: I didn't do anything.
John Rhett: Mom, she hit me and punched me. So, I called her evil.
Me: Reese, why did you hit him?
Reese: Because he was "aggravate" me
Me: Reese, tell Bubs you are sorry. John Rhett, look her in the eye and tell her she is not evil.
Reese: Sorry
John Rhett: I am sorry I called you evil but you are at least mean.

Evil the new four letter word that you can't use to describe your sister.

Lunchtime

I try to go to eat lunch with JR and Reese at least once a week.

Reese specifically asked me this morning. "Mom, will you "PA-lease" eat lunch with us today."

How can you say no to that?

I was feeling lazy with my hair. For me to wash my hair and dry it and then straighten it and then straighten it again takes forever. Yes, I have to straighten it twice, if not it looks like "the lion." "The lion" is a term of endearment Josh uses for my hair when I let it air dry. Because he says it looks like I have a mane. His words, not mine. Thank goodness I am not emotional driven. So, today I just used dry shampoo (it saves my dear life) and put it back in a ponytail.

When Reese saw me walk into the cafeteria, she ran up to me and gave me a hug.
Then she said with this look on her face, "You should not have used the dry shampoo today."

I literally laughed out loud. She was probably right.

I finished up lunch with her and sat with JR's class. A friend of his said, "Miss Amber, I was watching this movie and there was this old lady that was crazy. She kind of reminded me of you."

Again, laughed out loud.

Nothing like a boost to the 'ole self esteem with 5 and 7 year olds. :)