That is sour cream for the spider webs...
Fun Fun

This past saturday they invited us to go to the Norfolk Zoo as they were unveiling their new train! We got to take the first public ride on the train, meet the conductor; then see some animals too.
Mommy: "Do you have to go the bathroom?" Lukey: "No"
Mommy: "Are you sure you don't have to go the bathroom??" Lukey: "No"
Whispering in my ear: "I have to go to the bathroom...", we did make it!
Fun Times.
If mom is uptight and stressed-out over the responsibilites and realities of life, her tension will rub off on the attitudes of her family. If she is neglectful of her everyday duties or negative about the problems that life brings her way, her attitudes will be reflected in the thoughts and actions of her husband and children.
Youch! That passage was very convicting for me... I had gotten to a place of letting anger and bitterness be a part of my thoughts; focusing on the sins and shortfalls of my family, while missing the target totally in my purpose and ignoring my sin. Repentence followed and I have definately been challenged to make my home heavenly and a place my husband and kids will long to be. I definately don't want to be an uptight, worrying mom. I don't want to be negative about my circumstances. I am praying that God changes me in this area as it is a habitual temptation to fall back into for me when things are not going well. I want to glorify Christ as a wife, mom, and keeper of my home.
Is your home heavenly?
Joining the fun "Not Me Monday" Game... here is a look at my week and the things I most certainly did not do....
I did not take my son to the bathroom for a talk during church worship because he would not sit still and was totally disobeying me. I then did not when we got back to the service let my 3 1/2 year old suck his baby sisters paci on the floor so he would be quiet and I wouldn't lose it.
I do not have a 3 1/2 year old who refuses to poop on the potty... and I did not make him wash his own poopy underwear in the sink 3 times saturday morning.
I was not waiting for a table at a nice restaurant at the Virginia Beach OceanFront, only to look over twenty feet at my son, who had his pants and undies at his ankles, proudly peeing off the band stand where the whole boardwalk could see him. I did not let him finish, feeling mortified while my husband laughed and I wondered if I should just pretend he wasn't mine!
I did not spend quite a bit of time last week thinking about the fact that I will be 30 tomorrow- that is old!