"For unto you is born a savior" Luke 2:11
That was Max's AWANA verse for this week. The way he says it,
"Hold on to you was born a savior. Luke 2:11"
I ask him who his savior is. He replies,
"Jesus".
That's all I wanted to hear.
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This afternoon the kids were trying to work hard on cleaning their room, but like their mother when they come across something interesting they'll sit there forever looking at it. (No wonder Aaron gets after me when it takes me FOREVER to clean out old stuff...can't help myself.)
Anyhoo...
Molly heard a car pull up. She looked out the window and started to carry on a conversation with our neighbor, Ms. Tracy.
Ms. Tracy: "Whatcha doin up there Molly?"
Molly: "We're cleanin up our room to get McQueen macaroni & cheese."
Ms. Tracy: "That sounds like a great idea."
Molly: "Of course that sounds like a great idea."
And off she went cleaning.
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Max went last week to get his 4 year old shots. Aaron took him and I told him to buy him anything he wanted afterwards. I know that the shots are for his own good, but still. I think that I offered him a gift because I was too chicked to take him myself.
He was very brave and got a cool toy out of it. He was fine by the time he got home, but when I asked him about it he immediately turned on his sad face. He told me that the nurse hurt him with "those nails". I explained to him that those were not nails that they are syringes and those shots give us medicine to keep us safe. Off he went playing with his cool new toy.
Anyhow, tonight after Awana he was WIRED. And just like a light switch he turned again. On the way home something must have triggered the memory of getting his shots a week and a half ago. He told me again how that nurse hurt him with those nails. I told him that once upon a time Nana had to take me to get shots just like him.
He said, "Momma did you cry like me?"
"Yes, I did."
"Did Nana buy you a cool toy?"
"Yep, Nana would take me to buy a new coloring book and brand new crayons."
Lately, Max has been asking me about my feelings. Why I am angry (which breaks my heart) Why I am goofy? Why I am sad?
Didn't I just bring him home? Wasn't he just sleeping on my chest? Wasn't he just crawling everywhere?
When did he start reciting Bible verses????