Just A Little Randering: A Complete Break

Wasted Grief

I sent Colin up to get ready for bed, telling him I'd be there shortly to tuck him in.  We'd had a fun night talking and playing a game and he was giggling when he went up the stairs.  I gave him a few minutes to brush his teeth and "take care of business' and then hiked it up to his room.  But when I got up there, I found him sitting on his bed with his head buried in his "blankie"  - small sniffles escaping out from underneath.

I was so confused - and concerned.  What possibly could have happened in the last 3 minutes to change my giddy little boy into one so full of sorrow. Kneeling next to his bed, I asked him what was wrong.

Bubbles

Wouldn't you know it,  I think he's a poet!

All kidding aside, this week my youngest son had to write an original sentence using his vocabulary words and that is what he wrote. I love the way it feels in my mouth when I say it out loud. The imagery is beautiful and it inspired me to doing something more with it than just relegate the paper to the "school box." It was so fun making his words visual and I am seriously considering having it printed onto a canvas. It would look great hanging on the wall - plus, hopefully, it will encourage him to keep writing. Then he can write a bunch of best selling books and support his parents, right?

Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Cross That Line: Fab Music Friday

The world has drawn a line in the sand and is daring us to cross it.

They tell us that He is no longer relevant.

No longer right.

No longer true.

But they are wrong.

(He is the way, the truth and the life.)

 So crank up the volume and Rock what you've got.

(Do not be afraid of those who cannot kill the soul...)

Be brave.

(For God did not give us a spirit of timidity...)

 And cross that line.

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Scripture Ref: John 14:6, Matt 10:28, 2 Tim 1:7-8

Baby, It's Cold Outside

OK, don't worry, I am NOT about to break out into song but, geesh, have you noticed that chill in the air? After spending 3 hours outside on Saturday afternoon for a Cub Scout event, I was just about frozen solid (I may have under-dressed for the weather just slightly.)  I came home, made a very large mug of hot chocolate, turned the heat on and curled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets like a bear ready for hibernation. I was perfectly content to remain there until the spring thaw but then I felt a poke.  The poke was followed by a faint, vaguely familiar voice penetrating through the layers of blankets and insulation.

It sounded something like, "M-hm, eem engly."

I pushed away a couple of layers and asked the voice to repeat itself.

"Moo-oommm, eem wundry..."

I poked my nose out. "What?", I whined asked through blue lips.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Now. You need to make supper."

*sigh*  The shortest hibernation ev-er.

Thank goodness for soup.  And not the kind that comes out a tin can; but the kind that simmers on the stove awakening you out of that winter chill and getting your stomach juices rumbling for a taste. And I knew, once my son had my attention, that's exactly what today's chilly weather called for. So I grumpily happily crawled out of my nest and got to work.  This soup takes a little while but it is SO worth the wait - a big thank you to my friend, Rachel, for the recipe.  I tweaked it a little to fit the tastes of my sometimes picky family and it has quickly become a family favorite.  I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

This weekend, once again is supposed to be CO-OLD, so it would be a perfect time to try it out. And whether you serve it with a loaf of french bread from your local super store - or serve it with some freshly made Naan  - this is the perfect soup for a chilly fall day.  Enjoy!

Are you ready for this cold weather? Do you have a run-to recipe for when the weather turns chilly? And if the hot soup doesn't do the trick, there's still always hibernation. Right? Right?!?