Friday, November 21, 2008

Just a thought . . .

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be, WE'RE ALL OK.
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith

Poverty stole your golden shoes
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after.
We'll fight, NOT OUT OF SPITE
For someone must stand for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go, singing

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, THEY ARE MY OWN
I am never broken

We are never broken.
We are God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's heart



This is the song I have been hearing in my head ALOT lately. Mostly after I watch the news. I really think everything will be okay, as long as we don't forget our neighbors. Our fellowmen. "We are God's hands" Now, go to.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

EIGHT . . .

Joey turned 8 on the 8th (AND it's the year '08 -love it!) and if I may just ramble on about this sweet little boy for a bit . . . he is truly a gentle soul. And if predictions hold up, he may end up a gentle giant! (predicitons being 6'8 according to his height at age 3 times 50% or some strange formula like that!)
Anyway . . .
He's been collecting stuffed cheetahs for about 2 years now. He loves each one, and has a name for all 16! Tommy decided to make him a cheetah blanket for his birthday, and as you can see, it was a hit! He decided that instead of using the blanket himself, he'd cuddle ALL his cheetahs in it! Unfortunately, this left little room for him!

For his 5th birthday, all Joey wanted was a Jack-in-the-box. I searched EVERYWHERE and could not find one. Well, I found one this year and decided to get it. I told him, after he'd opened it, that I had saved the receipt and we'd take it back so he could choose what he wanted, as I was just trying to make up for not getting one before! He decided he really wanted to keep "Jack", major reason being - - he loved making the clown pop up for little sister(s)! What a nice brother.
And finally . . .
He doesn't have his first scout meeting until tomorrow, but was/is SO excited for it, that he asked me at dinner, "since I have to go to scouts tomorrow, and I've never worn my uniform, would it be okay if I wear it tonight and maybe tomorrow after school so I can get used to it?"
So, on went the duds, and we spent the evening passing off his bobcat requirements so that he can go to his first den meeting having passed it all off! And he did "get used" to the uniform!
I love this kid!