Out of the mouths of babes Part II (100th Post)

Live.
Rylyn's had a few choice words of late.

Laugh.
Upon receiving one Lays Ketchup chip to eat with her breakfast, "Sometimes gluten-free tastes good."

Mom: What's your name?
Rylyn: Dalgleish Michael
(Her last name and second middle name).

Mom: How old are you?
Rylyn: Big.

Love.

Psalm 9

 ^1-2 I’m thanking you, God, from a full heart,
    I’m writing the book on your wonders.
I’m whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
    I’m singing your song, High God.

Live. Learn. Love.

In attempt to simplify my blogging, I am going to try a new format.

Live.

Learn.
Yesterday began with sleeping in and being late for work (which for me is the last minute a teacher can legally arrive, 15 minutes before students). Already running behind, I had opened the door to a flat tire. Chris pumped it up, eliminating the time I had for Timmies (breakfast and lunch). I was feeling like my day was off to a bad start. Then I heard Tim Bosma's wife on the radio and perspective brought me to tears. I decided to turn my day around and be thankful for those three people playing in the picture above and committed to praying for the Bosma's when I felt like things were going wrong.

Believe me, there was more that went wrong with my day, but last year on mother's day weekend I was fearful of Rylyn having Cystic Fibrosis and losing her. Today, I am grateful for the small reminder to enjoy the time you have been given with your loved ones now.

Love.

Psalm 97:4-6

The Message (MSG)

⁴ His lightnings light up the world;
Earth, wide-eyed, trembles in fear.

⁵ The mountains take one look at God
And melt, melt like wax before earth’s Lord.

⁶ The heavens announce that he’ll set everything right,
And everyone will see it happen—glorious!