More Holiness Give Me: My son...the mastermind.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My son...the mastermind.

What...me?

Today on the way to the hospital to get Rhett's tonsils removed, Rhett informs me that his older brother, Nathan, broke the railing on the bunk bed by swinging on it. We have had these bunk beds for over 1o years, they have been great bunk beds. However, after 10 years of swinging on the railing, I am not surprised it finally broke.

Yes dad, we tell them not to swing on the railing ALL the time! ALL the time!

But to no avail, and the metal literally ripped, I guess you could say, and the railing was destroyed. So Rhett tells me that Nathan knew he broke it and pushed the railing back in place so that next time Bo swung on it he could take the blame for it. Ha! (Not "ha" to the fact that Bo would swing on it as that could hurt him, but "Ha" to the fact that Nathan tried to pull one over on me and I found out! I love it! It's great! I live for these moments! Sneaky little stinker heads! Although this kid is a good liar. It scares me a bit because I can't tell.)

So after the surgery I go into the bed room with Nathan and I casually lean on the railing hard enough to make it bend down. I tell Nathan, "oh no! Look what I just did! Dad is going to be so mad at me!" He seems confused. I proceed, "Shoot! He is going to be so mad! How about I just push it back into place and then when Bo swings on it he will get in trouble for it." Nathan agrees. That is a good plan!

Uh huh... gotcha!

Kassidy who is not in on the joke is horrified that I would let Bo take the blame.

I LOVE it when you can catch them in the act. Don't you think that was just too good for words? It does hurt my heart that he lied to me though. Right to my face. I'll be keeping my eagle eyes on that boy!

Oh yeah... about yesterdays post I apologize for annoying you all that way with my secrecy. I will give you a clue as to what it is about. It has to do with the glorious word "unlimited" and the abbreviation GNO.

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My son...the mastermind.

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