Monthly Archives: October 2007

A is for Apple, Z is for Zoo

We’re moving right along in the school realm.  I am learning that I need to try to find a balance between schooling and housekeeping.  It’s the quintessential battle — juggle two important tasks. 

I’m spending 4-5 hours each day teaching.  We try to get started by 9:00 a.m., but it’s 12:00-1:00 p.m when we’re done.  By the time we eat lunch, the three year old is ready for a nap. Then, the afternoon quickly disappears and evening is upon us. 

Because of school, my house is a mess.  Dust is gathering, and it’s gotten so bad that I recently declared a “teacher work day”!  There’s nothing worse than being cooped up in a junky, dirty house all day.  

Even with all the dust, however, the last several school weeks have been very fruitful.  We’ve finished our study of the alphabet, and as promised, took the boys to the Ft. Worth Zoo.  Although a little bit more expensive than Dallas or Tyler, it was very much worth the money.  Most every exhibit allowed visitors to get close to the animals.  Creepy, disgusting spiders, frogs, lizards and snakes thrilled the boys, as did the gorillas, kangaroos, and tigers.  We also rode a train throughout the park, which was a real treat!  

Aside from the animals, one of the neatest things we saw was the western town in the middle of the zoo.  Stores with candy, ice cream, souveniers, and restaurants lined the street.  The children’s petting areas and other opportunities for the kids to learn about farm life were also great. 

Probably the best thing I liked about the Ft. Worth Zoo was that it was heavily shaded, and did not smell like a zoo!  If you ever get a chance to visit there, you will not be disappointed!  Here’s some pictures we took:

[rockyou id=89293952]

Don’t you think the giraffes look like the Cingular wireless commercials?!!! 


Filed under Children, God, Homeschool

Give it up.

Seasons of dryness…I think I’m going through one.  What do you do when you want so much, and yet just can’t seem to get there? 

I’m not talking about material things.  I’m talking about the personal, evident, special touch that only God gives in your life.  –The emotion that comes along with that personal relationship with God.  Where is the Joy? 

Life is so busy.  I know I’m not alone….most everyone, it seems, is just stretched to the limit.  Although learning to manage our time is essential, it seems like even the most important tasks of our day-to-day life are crowded in with endless chaos.

The result of it is that less and less time is spent with our Creator…the One who loves us most. 

We dwell in the negative…unfulfilled desires, broken promises, hurt, unfinished tasks, a never-ending to-do list, weakness, indecision, tiredness.

Finally, we just have to give it up. 

It doesn’t immediately promise relief, but hope that things will change.

A song that especially speaks to my heart is one that my brother-in-law, Travis Sellers, wrote several years ago.  (Click Here)

I hope it will minister to you in these seasons of dryness, just as it does me.


Filed under Attitude, Bible, Faith, Family, Father, God, Trials, Worship

Our Kids and Terrorism.



Our family seldom travels by air, but recently Daddy had to fly to Ohio for a convention.  During that time, a realization of how terrorism has affected the children of America really hit me.   

We remember 9/11.  We have spent time talking about it, watching the news reports, the annual reflections that air each September since then, and pray for the families of all those affected.   We did not lose friends or family in the Twin Towers.  We did not experience the horror of knowing someone who died that day.  We have, however, been touched by the events of that day.  

Our five year old spent two days not wanting his Daddy to go, two days of prayers and needed affirmations that Daddy would not be flying with “bad guys”, and too much time not being able to concentrate on school, because he was worried about Dad reaching Ohio safely.  Then, the wondering and worrying continued into the next day, as Dad returned to Texas.   He gave a big sigh of relief and thanks to God when Daddy arrived safely back at home.

Our children have been touched by the grief and terror of evil as a result of 9/11.  They will remember it forever.

We had an opportunity a few weeks ago to visit the Oklahoma City National Memorial.  So many lost their lives that April day in 1995, due to the senseless explosion of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building.  Although one man’s vengeance, it became the nation’s grief.  Our sons weren’t even born then, but just the visit to the site, added to their memory of 9/11, brought unbelievable wisdom and understanding to their young minds.

what was the playground

Even as a child, they understand the horror it must have been to be near the building.  They understand that many people died.  They understand about the fence that holds a cross and bell for each one of the children who died that day, and who used to play in the playground behind the fence.  They understand that a “bad guy” was so mean, that he did not care if 168 people died, and many others were wounded.

It was truly humbling to see our five year old, deep in thought, walking through the memorial, looking at the lighted chairs containing the name of each person who died that day, and realizing the impact of it all.  About half way through the memorial, he stopped and asked if he could pray.  We all joined hands and listened to him pour his little heart out to God in thanksgiving for putting the “bad guy” in jail.

Further down the trail, past the children’s memorial area, our three year old was also touched and asked if he could pray for the children.  Once again, we circled up, and listened to his heavenly requests.

I realized that although we as parents had brought them there, both of the boys were not led into deep conversation about the event.  We did not spend much time telling them about the details.  We certainly did not expect their young minds to comprehend what all happened, but somewhere along the way, they truly understood.

The five year old slowly put his arm around his brother, and walked…silently, in reverent respect, and in understanding. 




Filed under 9/11, Children, Death, Faith, Family, God, Oklahoma City National Memorial, Prayer, Terrorism, Wisdom

Ode to de Nose.

 (Trying my hand at poetry today:)


Oh, that my nose would clear,

For right outside is the nice Fall air.

Oh, that I would not sneeze and sneeze,

During the only time in Texas when there is a breeze.

 Why doest my eyes seem to resemble so,

The infamous red on Rudolph’s nose?

From the scratching, and itching, and burning and pain

I am in want — in WANT!  In want of breath again.

I shall sleep! I shall sleep! That should be the cure!

If only my children that schedule would endure.

For it’s during the sleep that my nose doesn’t know

How to twitch, how to throb, how to bother me so.

What do you think? 

Yeah, I know.


Filed under Anyone got a Kleenex?, Children, Death from Allergies, Family, God, Health, Life, Mercy, Poetry, Ragweed, Rip My Nose Off, Trials