
Speaking of shiny
things, my daughter has been learning to save her money. She collects all the coins she gets for
things and saves them in her piggy bank.
Saturday we had a long drive home, and I told her that if she was good I
would give her a quarter when we got home.
Her immediate response to me was “two!”
I guess if it takes 50 cents to get a peaceful ride home … then…
Speaking of 50 cent, I’ve
been jamming out to some old school rap recently. I know that 50 cent isn’t old school rap, but
just go with me on this. The other day
at band practice I even did a quick version of “Tricky” by Run-DMC, although when
I say quick what I mean is I got about two lines into it and then couldn’t
remember any more of the words… and … like…
Speaking of things I
can’t remember, what was this blog supposed to be about, anyway? I mean what is the point. Is this just another one of my stream of consciousness
postings that no one in their right mind would actually want to read? Sometimes it feels like life is so random,
like nothing makes sense. In those
moments, it’s easy to wonder what God is doing, why He allows for life to seem
so out of control. But it’s in those
moments that I remember that nothing is out of control, and while it may seem
crazy it’s all a part of God’s master plan to shape our lives into the people
He wants us to be.
Now, who wants some ice
cream?
I want a marshmallow fudge sunday...I think that's what it was called...
ReplyDeleteIt's sundae. Know your ice cream.
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