Tuesday, April 17, 2012

You Just Can't Pass Up A Good Analogy

Sometimes I just can't pass up a good analogy. Someone told me the other day that they really like how well I know myself. This was said just after I made this self-observation...

"You know how when you get a new coffee cup, they have that piece of paper w/instructions inside? Well, some people are the type to read all of the indications before using that new product. I'm more the type to grab it and use it for whatever I need only to wonder after the fact why my coffee is extra pulpy."

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Mom's Lackluster Brilliance

Okay. So confession time again. When it comes to the Bible I'm not exactly the most knowledgeable mom on the block. Even though I don't know exactly which verse says what, I do my best to teach my children Biblical principles. To do so, I often use accounts of people in the Bible to illustrate the point I am trying to make. This usually works, but sometimes my intended brilliance falls a little short.

Yesterday afternoon, my girls were doing their best to ignore the icky, cold weather outside by playing Legos by the fire. When the conversation between my three-year-old and five-year-old turned to a shouting match, I knew I had to step in. I called them over and asked them if they wanted to know a secret. Well, who can resist THAT invitation! I told them that not all sisters get along all the time. I then said it's those sisters who can appreciate each other even through the disagreements who end up having the closest, longest lasting relationships. This got at least the five-year-old thinking. I then used an example of the only two sisters I could think of out of the Bible. Stretching the story as best I could, I told them how even though Mary and Martha had different ideas of how to best appreciate Jesus during his visit, they still loved each other and moved through this disagreement with Jesus' help. (Yeah. I know. I TOLD you I was stretching!)

After telling my story, the girls seemed to have calmed down long enough to want to give it a go at playing together again. As they walked over to the Legos, my five-year-old said to my three-year-old "Okay, Bronte. You be Martha and I'm gonna be Mary".

Oh well. Better luck next time!