Vindicate me, O God,
and plead my cause against an ungodly nation;
rescue me from deceitful and wicked men.
You are God my stronghold.
Why have you rejected me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?
Send forth your light and your truth.
Let them guide me;
let them bring me to your holy mountain,
to the place where you dwell.
Then will I go to the altar of God,
I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
So glad my kids have each other
Today was dance day with Little Miss. It's our Friday routine to dress her up in her outfit, get the boys ready and head down to the studio to spend an hour letting my little outnumbered princess dance her heart out with other little girls.
When we arrived at the dance studio, there were 3 little boys whose parents have big wallets, sitting at the activity table with their "screens." Two were sporting smart phones and one had an I PAD. These boys are probably around 5 or 6 years old. My boys, ages 5, 6, and almost 8, were very interested in the electronic devices, so they went over to check them out. One boy, who I'd never seen before, said to the other two, who have played with my kids in the past, that they need to move and have some "privacy." So, they got up, turned to my crew and told them not to follow and moved to some chairs, faces buried in their screens once more. My boys, feeling utterly rejected, looked at me for cues about what they should do. I, being the angry, she bear mommy, responded by loudly saying, "You guys don't need to play with mean kids."
I sat down at the table with my babies and they proceeded to entertain themselves by laughing and playing with a tiny Elmo. They took turns making him dance to songs they were singing. After 2 or 3 minutes, the rejection they felt from the other kids was completely forgotten by them as they sat and enjoyed each other; smiling, laughing, playing and singing.
I am thankful for the stands Dave and I take as parents. I am thankful that we limit electronics and place high value on family time. My kids can use their imaginations while spending time together and get real joy out of their interactions with each other. So, angry, she bear mommy has been humbled once again by my children's resiliency. Thank you God for the ways you use my kids to teach me about you!
When we arrived at the dance studio, there were 3 little boys whose parents have big wallets, sitting at the activity table with their "screens." Two were sporting smart phones and one had an I PAD. These boys are probably around 5 or 6 years old. My boys, ages 5, 6, and almost 8, were very interested in the electronic devices, so they went over to check them out. One boy, who I'd never seen before, said to the other two, who have played with my kids in the past, that they need to move and have some "privacy." So, they got up, turned to my crew and told them not to follow and moved to some chairs, faces buried in their screens once more. My boys, feeling utterly rejected, looked at me for cues about what they should do. I, being the angry, she bear mommy, responded by loudly saying, "You guys don't need to play with mean kids."
I sat down at the table with my babies and they proceeded to entertain themselves by laughing and playing with a tiny Elmo. They took turns making him dance to songs they were singing. After 2 or 3 minutes, the rejection they felt from the other kids was completely forgotten by them as they sat and enjoyed each other; smiling, laughing, playing and singing.
I am thankful for the stands Dave and I take as parents. I am thankful that we limit electronics and place high value on family time. My kids can use their imaginations while spending time together and get real joy out of their interactions with each other. So, angry, she bear mommy has been humbled once again by my children's resiliency. Thank you God for the ways you use my kids to teach me about you!
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