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  • Oh that tasty bird

    So......my favorite Thanksgiving memory is when Shannon, Samantha and I were in Lome and we made corn husk dollies.  We used them to decorate the table and then played with them for the next few months (having made a village street scene in a box).  What's your favorite Thanksgiving family memory?

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    Forever Ruined For The Ordinary The Adventure Of Hearing And Obeying The Voice Of God
    By Joy Dawson
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    Looking at God with kid-colored glasses

    Yesterday I babysat my nephew-in-law *.  He's two and a half.  It amazes me how anything and everything can not only become entertaining at that age, but have multiple uses: ants became the victims of the game "squish", liquid jello mix became a test to see if a person could eat it all with just one finger-dip at a time, pushing buttons was performed as though his life depended on it (light switches, remote controls, and all those noise-toys!), I became the other bumper for his bike to bump into, a back-scratcher was promptly put to a cane's responsibility, and my memory fails me from bewilderment of all the creativity it witnessed.

    Well, I gotta give him credit; he actually played with one toy the only way it's meant to be played with...which oddly enough was one of the only toys played with the same way by another 2 year old boy I babysat.  Hmmm.  Anyhow, glasses - yellow, Mr. Potato-Head glasses.  He came back to them multiple times to wear them...on his face (he knew where they went) and didn't show any sign of concocting some other imaginative use.  He wore them as though he could see better with them.  I think they blocked most of his vision, 'cause he sure didn't do much walking with them on.  The funny part is that they barely hold onto any poor kid's face, so they force their face to go parallel with the ceiling, while still trying to look downward's.  It's got that grandmotherly, bifocal-effect.

    The drive home from babysitting was similar.  I wear contacts.  I must have had some bad build-up on my contacts (pollen from the goldenrod or something) 'cause the signs were so blurry it was hard to make out the speed limits.  Once in my bathroom I let the scales fall from my eyes and used Salene for all it was worth.  Believe it or not...I could see better without the contacts on!

    I'm pretty sure I'm at the same point in my walk with God.  I'm walking precariously, slowed down to a dull speed.  I'm putting something in front of my eyes that blurrs the signs and makes the travelling dangerous.  Truth is, I keep putting on the glasses of my own choosing, without the Lord telling me that I need them...without me listening to discern what God's plans are for me.  There we go again; my number one needed lesson: TO LET GO AND LET GOD.  Here's something hard for me to define:  What does waiting on the Lord actually look like? 

     

    * Not to be confused with Nephew who is staying with me until "Mom" can have her plant-son come home.

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