Wednesday, March 13, 2013

When we first moved to NC, 3 year old Ezra sat in the backseat as we trudged the children to school, daily.

Today, he is not the fellow that he used to be. Not quite as grown as his middle-school elder brother and not as tolerant of mother's pontifications about angels and God's care for us and thus. Dominion enters the minds of the fellows that I am watching grow. Not monetary, as much of the rest of the world is, but dominion, nonetheless. They are not growing up with a bottom-line mentality, simply because of the lack that we enjoy, or endure. They want mental dominance over eachother. This is an anomoly to me. I don't remember desiring that. Maybe that is an older sister's mystery. The line between the naive young fellow that can be manipulated by "Santa and fairies" and the level headed fellow that recognizes a real congame is an interesting, if not sad story to watch. The Bible is the straightening rod and as you watch their little minds lining themselves according to it, it is a straightness that is visible. It cuts mother to the heart that her baby is growing into a little man and that is the place where mother's manipulations cross God's directives. She stands corrected. How do we tell the truth of that which is real and that which is philosophical? "O Word of God Incarnate...O Wisdom from on high..." If their hands are in the hand of God and in a relationship, they may wander from truth, but will return erelong.

"Don't plant butterflies!"

"Don't plant butterflies!"
Ezra At School 2008

Bear books I'm fond of

  • Winnie the Pooh, Corduroy, Paddington Bear, The Francis series.

Finally!

Finally!
First Day of Kindergarten