The motivation of a hit!

Football players and little fellows in the family have a similar motivation in life. Somebody hit them which they could not repay and it motivates them through out their lives, or demotivates them. Parents have the ability to discourage a child, through out eternity. Do not discourage them, says God, but bring them up, in the admonition of the Lord. The Lord motivates us without a hit, like on the football field. I don't really want you to be a football player, my son because they are in the habit of hitting people. I would never, never allow football players to preach the word of God, but I am not God. Ministry is not a football game, it is maternal, it is nurturing, it is sensitive. We fight the devil and combat the spirits and principalities and powers, but we don't hit them we annihalate them and crush those principalities into the dust.

Football players hit people, don't do that. Play football if you want, but don't expect me to pray for you to preach! I love you.

Wake up and smell the grits,

Kindergarten man! Let's get it together man. You are growing bigger and you mustn't trail behind everyone else. Get yourself to a good place by being awake in the worship of God first. Do not let your mind go to sleep in God's worship. Do not let your mind sleep when God's people are in the worship. God deserves your mind in the service of Himself. Go to bed at a good time and arise refreshed to Give Him the Glory on His DAY!

He was fast asleep at the new year!

We said to take a nap. And although there was so much to play and much to do, they laid down for about 15 minutes. I, on the otherhand was exhausted the majority of the day. The usual course of events after Christmas. I could sleep for a week after, what these children put me through on the morning of Christmas. They start knocking and knocking at the door at about 4 am and we keep putting them off. This year the gifts were really a gift and we had very little last minute wrapping to do. When we got to Watchmeeting service as we affectionately refer to it. The boys were in their usual romping mode and I had to keep an eye on them to make sure that they didn't tackle any of the older people or spill something unmentionable or worse on the carpet in the fellowship hall. Finally, I corralled the 2 of those monsters into the sanctuary, fully expecting to have to keep both hands on them in service and before the first prayer they were out like lights. Out! I had to hold them to make sure that they didn't fall out of the pew seat. God blessed our time with His presence in worship. Halleluia, what a Savior! My heart and my pew is full! says mommy