So...black ones and brown ones--the mystery is finally solved. Every time we leave our subdivision for the last 6 weeks, Zachary has practically yelled out "look, black ones and brown ones!" The "black ones" are at one house and the "brown ones" are about a 1/2 mile down the road. For these same 6 weeks, we would ask him, "black ones and brown ones--what?" trying to understand what he was talking about. To no avail.
3 days ago, it finally hit us when he added the phrase "black ones and brown ones go round and round"--there are these tall windmill things in each house's backyard. Of course one is black and the other is brown--so mystery solved! It was a wonderful revelation. I'm sure all of you are like "what?" but to me it was a big deal to finally understand what he was saying.
In other news, I got my digital TV converters today to transform my rabbit ears TV viewing experience into the new "better" digital TV experience. I must say I am decently impressed, although I would have been more upset if it weren't for the 2 free $40 coupons the government passed out. I still had to shell out $51 of my own for 2 converters, but it would have been more like $131. So I'm still thankful. The setup was as easy as could be and now I am viewing local TV stations in picture perfect quality--better than some cable connections I've seen. So....after all my ranting 18 months ago on xanga about it...I'm sold.
Let's see, what else? I was reminded today that I need to ask for help. Zachary & I haven't been getting along really well the last few days. He's been cranky, I haven't had much patience to deal with it. I pointed out to Marc tonight that "he's a different child when you come home" and Marc said "well, he still favors you more but you 2 are practically clones so no wonder why you're having personality issues." All true. And yet it didn't really hit me until I was thinking about my relationship with the Lord tonight.
You see, lately Zachary has been extremely impatient with himself and gets so frustrated when things don't work the way he wants them to or thinks he should--like he totally freaks out and starts yelling something like "mommy help you with the purple 'w'" or "i need to try again!" And the thing is, you have to hear the way he goes on like the world is going to end because nothing is going right. I'm getting equally frustrated reminding him to quietly, without whining, ask me for help and I'll be happy to help him, instead of him freaking out every 5 minutes about everything.
I realized tonight as I was thinking how much he is like me....that I've been doing this with the Lord lately. Yes, I believe that God will provide for my every need according to His riches in Christ Jesus....and I believe that He has my best interest at heart...that I can truly do all things through Christ who gives me strength....that I can and will be an awesome wife and mother like He has planned for me. But the problem is, I forget to ask Him for help in these areas. Just believing that He will or is, is not supposed to be the end of the road. I was reminded I need to continually be asking for help. Help DAILY with patience with my son, help being a good steward of the money He sends our way, help understanding my husband's needs. Ask Him for the things our family needs instead of fretting over what I see as the lack of funds to buy them. After all, He owns the cattle on a thousand hills....
So anyway, tonight I'm renewing my commitment to ask for help. Thanks, Zachary, for the reminder! Here's to black ones and brown ones!!
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