Well, after tallying all the results, organizing them, sifting them and analyzing the polls from this week, I’ve come to a huge decision:
I’m going to post whenever the stuff comes pouring out of my brain.
Actually, you really helped me come up with a plan. I’ll share once or twice a week and then every Friday will be Flashback Friday. As some of you know, I used to be a blogger by e-mail, sending out stories and snippets from my journey. On Fridays, I’ll share from those archives.
I appreciate you!
Here we go—from the summer of 2003:
August 15, 2003
The other morning Sami started middle school, 6th grade. Before she left I grabbed her hands. I asked if I could pray for her and she nodded. I prayed for her bus ride, her teachers, her friends and her schoolwork. At the end of my prayer, I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, so full was my heart.
“Mom,” she said, highly offended, “you forgot to pray about the cute boys!”
“Oh,” I quickly bowed my head. “And dear Lord, please keep all the cute boys as far away from Sami as possible.”
August 23rd, 2003
I spent some time with one of my favorite people the other day, Emma Joy. She’s only 3 years old. She’s very smart and we have some of the best conversations. We were talking about her fourth birthday. “I’ll be able to swim all by myself… and jump.”
She jumped right then and there and solemnly informed me that she couldn’t jump very high as a 3 year old. “But when I’m 4, I’m going to jump much higher.”
I thought that was a worthy goal. And so, by the time I’m 35, I’m going to be able to jump. Not high, but much higher than a 34-year-old.
(Post note: I’m 42 and I still can’t jump. Although to be honest, I haven’t really tried lately. Hold on; let me check real quick… (pause, stand up, jump, hear an odd noise in my knee, sit down…) Uh, nope. Still can’t jump. Maybe when I’m 43.)
September 2, 2003
Sami and I were driving back from Missouri late last night. Sami was feeling especially affectionate. The dog was settled between us and Sami reached over and pulled me towards her. (Yes, I was driving, but I kept my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. Yes, I am very safety conscious. Totally.) In between us our dog, Reeses, was pleasantly smashed.
“Mom,” she said, “I know what I want for my birthday. I want God to give you, me and Reeses Lasting Life Tokens. That way, we will all die at the same time and never have to be without each other.”
It kind of choked me up. Lasting Life tokens.
I thought some more. I guess He does do that. I guess He did do that. His Son.
“Oh Sami, we may not die at the same moment, but we do have tokens. Free passes. The entry into life together for always. We didn’t even have to pay anything for it. We just said yes.”
One Lasting Life Token please.
Oh thank you, Jesus…
I would never ask for you to pray for cute boys, mother. 😉
You’re right, Sam. These days I pray against those handsome men! 🙂
What wisdom of a little girl….Lasting Life Tokens! That’s my Samanhta!
She was (and still is) a cutie! 🙂
Elsa, I am so grateful for these “pearls.” I have missed them….