Sunday School

One of my precious newborns

I got to hold a nineteen hour old baby last night.

I think in my life, it's easy for me to get caught up in the "busy-ness."

It's easy to lose perspective.

To remember.

Holding that baby brought me schreechingly back to a wonderful spot.

A spot where I can remember really what life is all about.

So here's a bit about what it's all about:

A very, very long time ago, before we were all here on earth, we lived together in a place that my church calls the pre-existance.  Pre-earth life. 

We existed before we came to this earth.

We were a huge family-can you imagine it, every person who's ever lived or will live on earth was there.  And more.

I know you and I followed the same plan, because we are here on earth and you are reading this.

You see some of our family chose to follow a different plan that we did.

There was a meeting that we all attended.  We were shown a plan.  A plan in where we would come to earth, gain a mortal body and have a Savior would be provided for us.  It wouldn't be easy.  There would be tests and trials and pain.

We would have to make choices ourselves that would determine what would happen to us in the world, both on earth and after our time there.

One of our brothers didn't like that plan & came up with one that would guaranty our return.  One where our choices would be made for us.  We would all make it back.  It would not be hard.

You can probably guess what happened, which plan was used.

Our other brother was cast out, as were all of his followers. They lost the priveledge of gaining a mortal body & they were not very happy about that.

So this precious little girl in my arms is just starting her journey.  Fresh.

Just like each of us.

Everyday.

We just need to find and follow the plan.

To end tonight's little lesson, listen to this song.  It was one that I sang to one of my little newborns who screamed and cried for her first six months on earth. Click here. Hit words & music and then the play button.

For a much better (& official) description of the story click here.

And very importantly-thank you to yesterday's baby and her family for giving me that day's lesson and the honor of looking at such a new life.

collage or college

very cool picture from here

I was asked to look over a form & let the creator know if I saw any problems. Because I live in a home where I really have to work hard to keep things private (I do when I need to-promise), I had help from a daughter (and not the militant grammar girl either, it was the other daughter).

Here is the text of an email response I just sent:

quick scan-just found one typo
collage degree should read college :)

miss s says "e" for education, "a" for art.
Now she says it sounds like must have been typed in a french accent,so maybe it's ok.

So glad she's found ways to deal with her spelling issues. She's come such a long way.
(email ended here)

My lesson-so glad we kept working with her academically, otherwise she might want a degree in collages.

The Dog (preface part deux)

Miss h just informed me that she gave her science teacher a dollar so she can bring her experimental goldfish home to have as a pet. 

Um. 

Great.

Now she's yelling at me about not blogging about her goldfish that we had for two years that I don't remember.  Must have repressed that memory.

"Mom, I got it in first grade. Don't you remember the neighbor girl fed it to death?"

Um.

Great.

The Dog (preface)

Picture from here.

I think that your understanding of our family and the dog might benefit from a brief history lesson.

Pet #1   A precious orange and white tabby that chased flashlight lights and loved to watch "Are You Being Served" and "Lawrence Welk." We moved.  He went on to live with my parents and brought them much joy.

Pet #2  Some fish to entertain miss h when she was a very little one-including one of those pictured above.  This was the beginning of our downward spiral with the pets.  I have plecostumus guilt.

Pets #3 & #4  Two outside cats.  One grey tabby and one black and white.  Black and white quickly died in neighbor's field- I carried it's stiff dead body home, in a bag.

Pet #5 Aloof long hair black cat to join  #3, the very friendly grey tabby (named Fishy), who liked to help the girls wash the glass on the porch doors.

These two lived with us the longest.  We went through a lot with them.  One had an incident with a racoon and a pinned leg.  Other had an incident on the top of a very tall barn where we found out how much my mr. really loved us and how he felt about cats, but that is a wonderful story in and of itself.

These cats deserted us.  They left us to live with the sweet old cat lady who lived behind us and owned the barn. And then we moved. 

Pet #6 A hampster named Kitty. We were his second family. A very kind family adopted him when we moved from the great state of Texas. He was still alive a few months ago.  He's been around a while. Susie?

Pet #7 The dog.        I wonder when we'll move again.

(Pets # 1,2, & 6 have been our only ones allowed in the house.)

To state the obvious:  we have been very noncommittal regarding pets & we have never had a dog-until now.

Elementary Update Again

It was fun.

Elementary Update

This is what was on our elementary website this morning:

No school, Tuesday February 2
One bus in the ditch is all it would take.
Free Popcorn and Movie 1-3
Gym open - bring your own parent

So, we begin day six.
I love our little school.

Important to Know

When you've been "iced in" for five days, it is good to be grateful for your fortuitous action of purchacing a collection of cheap videos of your childhood past from a chain store that takes aim at your demographic.

But wait there's more:

Roy Hinkley was a world renowned Scoutmaster, how fortuitous.
(My mr just told me that Scoutmaster is one word-and capitalized. Fixed it. Oh, I have so much to learn.)

What have we been watching?

Stay tuned tomorrow, as our five day tour turns into six-at least for the big kids, no word yet on the elementary.