Children's Study Bible

There have been many days where I have thought posts in my head... many witty or thoughtful thoughts I'd like to share with others... but typing them requires two hands, and as most moms know, during my kids' rest times, I would like to use those two hands to hold a cup of coffee and put food in my mouth while staring out the window in silence.

Ransom is nearly SEVENTEEN MONTHS OLD! Gee willickers! He's kind of fantastic. But something else that is fantastic is life is kinda returning to that post infancy regular routine... And I like it.

Today in the car, Emma Jane was asking me about Jesus dying on the cross. She was asking why people didn't like Jesus and why they made him die on the cross. DEEP STUFF. (You know, just our normal driving home from the farmer's market convos...) So she and I are having this wonderful discussion of why the Jews wanted to kill Jesus, why the cross would have been up on the hill where all could see, and why Jesus and the other criminals would have been used as teaching tools and demonstrations of punishment for the "wrongs" they had done. She was asking about why Jesus had to die that way, and then Ransom interjected with a loud squeal meaning, "Get me out of this carseat!". Emma quickly reached out to him and said, "Don't worry Ransom! They won't crucify you!"

And things were going so well...


At bedtime tonight, Emma, who used to have night terrors told me, "Mommy, in the Bible it says to think on other things that are lovely, and it's the same verse on my wall!  So tonight I am going to think about an elephant chasing a butterfly, because that is lovely."

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder... But she gets it. Sorta.

Maybe the history and theology are a bit over her head... She is three. But she trusts that God loves her. That Jesus was needed to make a way to be friends with God. And at bedtime, when tempted to think about things that worry her, she can have peace that passes all understanding (like elephants chasing butterflies) and dream sweet dreams. Oh, how I wish my faith were more child-like! I have much to learn from my children.

Music to My [daughter's] [h]ear[t]s

This morning, Emma and I had to get out of the house kind of quick because the housecleaners came early, and I do not like being there while they work. I feel like I should be doing what they are doing. I know they are getting paid, and I am too hippo-like to scrub the shower or tub, but still...
ANYWAY- We headed to Starbucks (or as Emma calls it, THE Coffee Store) for my morning caffeine fix and a mish mash for Emma. Up by the register, they had the new Adele CD, which I've been meaning to purchase on Itunes. I thought, "Well, this way I can listen to it now rather than waiting until I have burned a CD or put it on my IPod..." So I bought it.
Emma and I headed back to the car with our vanilla soy late, 2 mish mashes, and CD. In the car, I quickly unwrapped "21", ejected "A Charlie Brown Christmas" from the changer, and inserted the gift to myself. The first song is "Rolling in the Deep", a catchy tune that Emma instantly started bobbing to. As we drove to a friend's house, she kept moving and grooving until song 2 came on.
She said, "Mommy, this song about Jesus?"
"Ummm... no, baby. This song is about a boy."
Quiet from the backseat...
"Mommy, this sad."
"What's sad baby?"
"Mommy, this song sad. Listen to Jesus music. Not sad."

I know it was a short conversation, but in that moment, I felt like my two year old had said so much. How much of an influence does music have on our mood or our thought process? This song was in a minor key talking about broken relationships, jealousy, and hurt. My two year old couldn't understand all of the lyrics, but she could deduct from the words she caught and the tune that something wasn't right, and it led her to feel sad. The songs my little girl wanted to listen to were about Jesus.

I put on David Crowder.
"Mommy, this Jesus music. Happy big Jesus music."
"Yes, baby. This is Jesus music."

She danced and talked happily the rest of the car ride.

I'm not saying I won't listen to my Adele CD, but when I do, and I will think of how it is effecting me and anyone else who can hear it, and I will be sure that I give equal playtime to some good "Big Jesus music".

He can come now. Maybe.

Alright. So I had a doctor's appointment today. I am 36 weeks and 4 days complete (it is the 4th day of my 37th week), and my doctor gave me a green light for Ransom to come!

Here is the catch: She is not on call this week, and she is going to Chicago on Wednesday of next week.

So.... do I do everything in my power to get him to come tonight and end my discomfort but risk not going into labor tomorrow and then have the doc on call deliver? OR... do I take it easy this weekend, but try to get him to come on Monday or Tuesday, but then cross my legs until next Monday? Ay yi yi. Like I have much control over it anyway!

Basically, I am ready to have a baby. And he can come whenver he likes!

Emma is ready to have Ransom here, too. She told my tummy this morning, "Ransom, look at this!" I tried to explain that, though he can hear us, he can't see us yet. She thought that was just crazy.

Clark is probably ready for Ransom to be here so I stop my griping. I am not normally a complainer, but geez louise, this little boy has really furthered my adoption research!