9 year old theology

I was trying to tell my children something meaningful about God.  He can always see us, which is good because then He can always take care of us.  It was brought up that He sees all the bad things we do too.

I said, "Isn't that amazing?.  He sees all our bad stuff and He still sent Jesus to save us."

Paul said, "Yeah, He could have just gotten fed up and left. 'Let's go to Jupiter.  It's a gas!'"

Easter 2014

Christ is risen.
He is risen indeed.
Alleluia!

We had a nice Easter. 

My youngest, Nathan, was running a fever so I stayed home with him.  It was weird not to go to church Easter morning.  I found myself having to bar myself from filling my morning chores from around the house, "No laundry, Sarah.  No mopping.  It's a day of rest." 

I took a little time to walk around the yard, praising God for the beauty of the morning.  I listened to the sermon that I had missed the week before because I had been in the nursery.  I found myself trying to figure out if I had done enough "holy" stuff to make up for missing church.  God gave me the opportunity to repent of trying to make myself righteous and rest in his grace.  Thank God we have a Lord who loves us despite all our back sliding.

When the family came home we had a nice dinner with my in-laws and the kids had fun searching for eggs.

rough weekend

We haven't fallen off the face of the planet.

It has been quite the busy last few weeks.

Three weeks ago a stomach bug ripped through our home like a freight train.  Petra was sick overnight Thursday.  I knew as soon as I opened her bedroom door that she had been sick during the night.

Sometimes the kids get sick once during the night and then they are fine.  I thought this might be one of those cases, so I gave her some gatorade in a sippy cup and then got busy tending to getting her older siblings out the door for school.  Poor little thing.  She tried to run to the bathroom, but just couldn't make it in time.  I lifted her by her arm pits and finished carrying her to the toilet.

I realized later that I had not given her a bucket, or a pillow, or even a blanket to cover up with.  Ah, the perils of being 3rd born.

On Friday I got a call from the school to come pick up Paul.  The school nurse said, "I heard the call for the janitor, and immediately afterward came the call for me."

By Friday evening, Paul, Julia and I were all ill.  We settled on couches and watched a movie with intermittent breaks to run for the bathroom.  I had the unique experience of bending over the toilet at the same time as my daughter, while Paul was just outside the door using the bucket.

Then, just as Steve was settling into bed, he heard Nathan start being ill.  Yes, that's right.  Four of us had the bug at once.  Fortunately, Steve had the foresight to put towels down beside Nathan's crib.  Nathan is at that adorable age when all he wants is mommy, and to hold on to her and rub his face on her while being ill.  And that is how we spent the night.

By 3 a.m. everybody was done throwing up.  By whatever witchery is common to little girls, Julia was awake and chatty before 6 a.m.  Nathan also felt better and couldn't understand why I wouldn't give him his morning bottle of milk.  I put some cartoons on TV until Steve was up and running and could let me have a nap.

Saturday was laundry day.  And more laundry.  And another movie.  And some more laundry.  Steve felt a little queasy, but kept it together.

Sunday afternoon, Steve and the kids were outside playing.  Julia came running into the house, "Mommy!  Daddy feels sick."  I went out to find him pale and woozy.  "Steve, go in.  If you need anything, let me know and I'll get it.  Otherwise, you are on your own."

Ah, the perils of being the father of four.