Names of God

“Children, can you tell me a name for God? Mary Frei, can you think of a name of God?”

Mary Frei, “Jesus.”

“Zeke, what about you?”

“Jehovah Jirah.”

“Good. Elisha?

“The Holy Spirit.”

“That’s right. Now Lily Beth, can you think of a name of God?”

“Leroy.”

The table came unglued! Poor girl looked baffled. “There really is a name of God ‘Leroy’ Daddy preached on it.”

Jarod, all but wiping tears off his face responded through laughter, “You’re right, you’re right. But it’s not Leroy, it El Roy!”

Then he slid into his best redneck voice and began to talk as God would have talked to Abraham if His name was Leroy!

Babydoll Stroller Repaired

You know, there’s just some things you never can imagine saying ahead of time. As a parent it’s easy to take for granted how obvious some things are and yet childishness is often oblivious.

As I put away my sewing machine from repairing the babydoll stroller seat I looked at Elisha and said, “Now Elisha, remember this is a babydoll stroller. Do not put your butt or feet in it.”

I believe in the Lord….Not in You!

Mary Frei….the girl child has whit and an active mouth but still needs to develop a filter.

Zeke was sent outside to fetch her. “Mary Frei, Momma said for you to come in and help me clean the room.” Without missing a beat she responds, “I believe in the Lord, not in you!”

Yeah, I doubt it got the response she thought it would…if she even thought about it first!

Pals

Naptime was over. Lucy Rae had been up for a good half hour. She’d had some cuddle time and had been playing. Noah, on the other hand was taking an extra long nap and I guess she got to missing him because I found her on the end of his bed having retrieved “Bunny” from her crib, just laying there waiting quietly.

Oh Crud

“Momma!”

Mary Frei came running into the bathroom where I was keeping a potty training Lucy Rae company while she sat on the potty before getting jammies on.

“Momma, Daddy spilled…” She interrupted herself. “Are we allowed to say ‘Oh Crud’?”

“What did Daddy spill?”

“Oh just water but he spilled it on your phone.”

“No wonder he said ‘Oh crud’.” By this point I was fighting hard not to laugh in her face. Her motives were clearly split between curiosity and tattling over Daddy maybe saying something naughty.

She asked again,”Can we say that?”

“I think saying ‘Oh crud’ is fine.”

Off she bounded down the hallway announcing at the top of her voice, “Momma says it’s fine to say ‘Oh crud’!”