“Mom, I like you. But don’t tell anybody. Especially my Sunday School teacher.”
David whispered these words while we were sitting in his closet putting on his church clothes.
“Mom, we just had THE MOST SPECIAL time together outside.”
Rich shouted these words after playing football, shirtless in the rain with his little brothers Friday afternoon.
“Mom, we have to throw away our fuzzy animal board book.” “Why, Joseph?” “Because they killed farm animals to make the part that you can touch and feel.”
Joseph was so relieved when I told him that animals did not die in the production of his old book.
“David, do you think Jesus likes that song?” “Mom, I don’t like Jesus anymore.” “Why, David?” “Cause Jesus kicked me in the head while I was standing on Daddy’s ladder.”
These are the conversations that happen 24/7 in our house. My life is full of great material.
My friend Ken recently blogged about writing about what you are passionate about, what you are knowledgeable about, and writing consistently. I’ve been stuck to his words. There are so many things that I passion. My life is too short to write about everything that I love. But right now the greatest material involves my sons, my marriage, and maybe a little miscellaneous.
So I hope you enjoy my narrowed focus. My feeble, hopefully at least weekly attempts to share my heart, hone my dusty writing skills, and prayerfully, bless you in the process.