love to paint

On Monday, my little one year old spilled over half a gallon of white paint on our carpet downstairs...blue carpet. I scrubbed for 3 hours. It's better, but not perfect. But, I learned something. My husband and I were both able to handle it better than usual and I didn't feel as if I had to be perfect. For a perfectionist, that's hard. But, because I didn't feel I had to be perfect, it was easier to accept others and love them as they are too. Not because I ever haven't wanted to accept them the way they are, but in my humanness, I haven't always understood people. And I can't admit this without exposing my sin, but I suppose that's important. I always thought this was something other people did, but this week, I discovered that I've done it too. I realized that at times when I've felt criticized, I have returned that treatment by being critical of the people who indirectly made me feel that way. It isn't right and I am certain that i...

I always heard that kids say funny things, but I think it's even funnier when your own kids say them. Autumn recently got sleeping mask. It was attached to some pajamas I bought. So, when we were in the library, the library lady asked if her if she was wearing a sleeping mask on her head. But, Autumn said that she had a "pad" on her head. That's what she calls it. Ah, what kids say. Chris and I had a good laugh about that one when I told him. But, the next one's good, too. We were driving home from church and Autumn had scraped her knee in the parking lot. When we were in the car she kept asking not for a bandaid, but for a "banjo". When we got home, Chris asked where she got that from. I replied that it was from the song--"Oh Susannah, o don't you cry for me, cuz I come from Alabama with a 'banjo' on my knee!" What a good memory!