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God's Language

2008-07-13T02:25:55Z

One afternoon little Bobby comes into the kitchen while his mother was washing dishes.� Bobby clearly has something on his mind as he sits at the kitchen table watching his mother as she works.

"Bobby," his mother asks, "what have you been doing this afternoon?"

"Nothing," came his standard reply, "just playing with Carlos from down the street."

"Is everything ok with Carlos?� You seem lost in thought."

"Well, mommy, Carlos said that God doesn't hear my prayers.� God hears our prayers, right?" Bobby asked.

"Of course God hears our prayers, Bobby.� You know that God cares about you very much and He always listens when we pray" his mother replied. "What else did Carlos have to say?"

"Well, Carlos said that God might hear�my prayers but He doesn't understand them because I only speak English and God doesn't speak English" Bobby explained.� "What language does God speak, mommy?"

Bobby's mother stopped washing the dishes.� She stood there for a moment with a dish in her hands and soap bubbles popping around her elbows.� Then she smiled at Bobby.�

"You know what, Bobby, I think Carlos is right, God doesn't speak English."

Well this wasn't exactly what Bobby wanted to hear.� He couldn't believe what his mother was telling him.� It couldn't be true that his prayers were heard but not understood.� He was plunging into dispair when his mother continued.

"Bobby, you remember the story of the Tower of Babel don't you Bobby?"

Bobby nodded.

"Remember that everyone spoke the same language up until that point.� Then God made all of the languages.� If God made all of the languages, then I'm sure He understands them too."

Bobby thought about this for a moment and then said, "But mommy, what if I made up a language all by myself, would God understand me then?"

"Bobby, I don't think it matters if we speak English, Spanish, French, German, or gibberish.��You see, God isn't concerned with our language or words.� He doesn't care if we pronounce them correctly or speak with perfect grammar.� God�speaks the language of your�heart.� When you speak the language of the heart, words are not necessary. Do you understand, Bobby?"

A huge smile crept across Bobby's face.��"Yeah, I understand, mommy."

Bobby threw his arms around her waist and then hurried to the door.

"Where are you going in such a hurry, Bobby?" his mother asked.

"I'm going to go tell Carlos and all of our friends�about God's Language. mommy.��This is important stuff that he needs to know."

Bobby's mother went back to washing the dishes and watched from the window as her little boy ran down the street with a smile on his face as he went to spread God's�love through the neighborhood.

Creative Writing

2008-07-11T16:16:57Z

I encourage you to post honest comments about my writing.� Only through honest critques will I be able to grow as a writer.� I have delusions of one day writing a book...or children's books...but I don't think my writing is quite up to that standard as of yet.

Hopefully, these exercises will help me fine tune my writing skills so that I can make that dream a reality.

You will find a little bit of everything here.� Partial stories that are still in development, full stories that I have written, lists of ideas I might use in the future, and mindless ramblings about my experiences as a writer.

I hope you enjoy this category...and I hope I do too!

A photographic journal

2008-07-11T16:08:36Z

I'm not a professional photographer so the pictures may not be the best.� Some will be taken on my cell phone while others will be taken on my digital camera.� Some pictures may be ones that I have come across that I particularly enjoy.

Most of the pictures will probably be of my children.� They are extremely cute so I'm sure you won't mind.� There will be very few of me...unless I lose this ten pounds that I want to lose.� Maybe I'll post a before and after pic to motivate myself.� Maybe not...� ;-)

This will begin today.� I'll post a picture later this afternoon.

Summer days

2008-07-09T20:51:50Z

Well, summer is in full swing and my kids are having a great one.� Last night, we mixed up a batch of "flubber" and the boys giggled for 45 minutes straight.� Today, after Noah got home from summer academy, they played with it again and more laughter ensued.� Apparently the recipe for laughter is little boys + ooey gooey rubbery slime + a drinking straw to blow bubbles and make farting sounds in the slime.� Of course, the flubber/slime was concocted with a few drops of green food coloring because slime isn't slime unless it is green.

We have had our share of thunderstorms lately.� Thunderstorms do a few things around here.� They make the creeks rise, they make the flowers bloom, and they make my boys run and jump into my arms for� safety.� I know they aren't in danger, but I will take the snuggles just the same.

But another result of thunderstorms is being chased out of the pool.� The boys are turning into little fish.� If it weren't for the storms, they would probably never get out of the pool...except of course, to play in the sprinkler.�

We end our days with story time.� Noah is reading to himself but he still likes to hear me read as well.� Jacob and Noah both enjoy the Lemony Snicket "Series of Unfortunate Events" and J K Rowling's "Harry Potter" series.� I am reading these to the boys and we are all enjoying ourselves.�

If we don't end the day with a story we will end it with a movie or watching one of the crazy game shows that are on right now.� The boys laugh and try to mimic the antics that go across the television screen.� All of this is accompanied by an ice cream cone or a home made milkshake.� Summer wouldn't be summer without some good old fashioned junk food.

They are having a great summer...and I think this is one of the best I've ever had myself.� Hearing my children laughing and seeing the smiles of pure joy on their faces...melts all of my stress away.

The beginning

2008-07-04T21:54:22Z

Why am I adding this adventure to the myriad of things I already have to do?� I have no idea.� Maybe this time I have seriously lost my marbles.� To be honest, I thought blogging looked like fun.� I really have nothing beneficial to say to anyone.� Why anyone would want to read anything I have to say is beyond me.� My kids don't even listen to me half of the time.�

OK, some background information: My name is Kelly and I have been married to Andrew for 10 1/2 years.� We have three wonderful sons.� Noah is the oldest.� He is eight years old, going into the third grade.� Noah is our politcian - never gives a straight answer to anything.� Jacob is the middle child.� He is five and will be starting Kindergarten in the fall.� He's our compassionate one.� And then there's Elijah.� Elijah is the youngest, the caboose.� He's fifteen months old and full of energy.

I am currently attending graduate school to get my masters in Language Arts Curriculum and Instruction.� Hopefully, the masters degree in addition to my Bachelors degree in Elementary Education will allow me to finally land a full time teaching job.� Maybe, maybe not...I don't exactly know people in the right circles to get hired.� Apparently a 4.0 GPA and glowing references and evaluations mean nothing.

Hobbies....name one and I've probably got it.� I knit, crochet, play piano, cross stitch, paint, sew, draw, write, read, bake, dabble in graphic arts and web design, sing, etc. etc. etc.� About the only thing I don't do is dance or anything else requiring any level of athleticism...I'm a clutz.

So, the plan for this blog is for me to be able to discuss my struggles as a mom, wife, woman,� student, and professional as well as share my joys in these same areas.� I hope to be able to post entries about my crafting and how it is developing.� Maybe be able to swap ideas with others in the future.

Expectations:� not many...like I said, I'm not that interesting...not sure why anyone would read this...unless it is to cure insomnia or for a good laugh...

That's it for my beginning...there's more to come....