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Too many Christmases and Birthdays I am sneaking out the day before trying to buy really meaningful gifts for people. There is really no way to get a meaningful gift at the grocery store or pharmacy on Christmas Eve. My first Christmas with Sarah I bought her a build a bear and wrote her a poem, in which I think I said I would write poems for her forever…I’m pretty sure that was the last poem I ever wrote.
Quit while you’re ahead, right?
On Friday nights we often play games with our family as a part of our Sabbath. It has become a thing in our neighborhood where the other kids show up as well to join in on the screen free fun.
Which I am regularly surprised by.
One game the kids love to play is Beat The Parents.
I’m pretty sure it’s a game that is designed to make kids cry…because the adults make a wager and the kids make a wager.
Several years ago I tried doing the Whole30. In case you don’t know what it is, you probably will not want to pay attention for a few moments. The idea is that you take all the fun things…sorry…I mean…processed foods and foods we don’t “need” out of your diet and eat only lame things…sorry…I mean…whole foods for 30 days.
I love making chocolate chip cookies. When I was a kid my mom regularly made chocolate chip cookies on a slow day or when she was craving some chocolate. I remember helping her some…but of course no matter how much I helped, I remember always eating what she made.
Last week I was texting with two different pastor friends of mine at the same time. I was bouncing between talking with one about getting our families together, while at the same time, talking with the other about the timing of God working in situations. As I am sure you can see where this is going, I sent the wrong text to the wrong person. Now, this is not the first time I’ve accidentally done this. Over the past 20 years or so I’ve been texting, I have made that mistake more than a few times. And this time wasn’t bad or scandalous or anything like that, but it was this moment where I realized I had done the wrong thing and it would have been very confusing for the person getting this picture.
This past weekend we were at the beach and a lady was hovering around us taking photos…not of us…we are not that interesting…but definitely of something. Now, I didn’t know what she was doing or taking photos of, but she was obviously very interested in something. So we asked, and she excitedly came over and said she was taking photos of a bird. Well, I am not a birder, I love that other people love that…it just isn’t my thing…but out of curiosity we asked, what bird?