You’ve been living someplace for so long that you start saying the words they use and forget the ones you use?  Recently, when trying to expain how to get somewhere to one of our guests, I simply could not think of the American word for the English word "diversion".  I kept trying to think of it.  "You know, oh what would we call it at home?  You know, a diversion.  No, that’s the English word for it."  Then hubby chimes in, as our bewildered guest tries to figure it out, "Detour, Jo.  That’s how we say it in America!"

Here are some more little words that might confuse an American visiting London:

A plaster is a band-aid.

An ice lolly is a popsicle.

A till is a checkout stand.

Give way means yield.

A dummy is a pacifier.

A nappy is a diaper.

A serviette is a napkin.

Pants are underwear.

Trousers are pants.

A biscut is a cookie.

Chips are fries.

Crisps are chips.

A jacket is a baked potato.

Post is mail.

A parcel is a package.

Donkey’s years is a long time.

And a diversion is a detour.

Right.  Got it.  I’d better get home soon before I lose all of my American terms!

Do you have this little Bible?  If you have toddlers and you don’t have it, you really should.  Today, we read the story of the ten lepers that Jesus healed.  Remember how only one leper returned to thank Jesus for his healing?  Then we sang this little song that we learned from Miss Pattycake years ago:

"Ten men came to Jesus,

Ten men, ten men.

They said, ‘Will you heal us?’

Ten men, ten men.

One, two, three, four, five.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Jesus touched their lives and they were well again.

But they all got excited.  And they all ran away.

Only one turned around.

He came back to say, ‘Thank you, thank you, Jesus.  Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you, thank you, Jesus.  Thank you!   Thank you!’

Never walk away.

Always stop and say, ‘Thank You for the blessings that you give each day.’

Thank you, thank you Jesus!  Thank you, thank you!  Thank you, thank  you, Jesus!  Thank you, thank you!"

Then, I stopped and asked each child what they could thank Jesus for today (And it has been a day when we need to show some gratitude around here, if you know what I mean!).  My oldest son said, "Jesus, thank you for helping me with my behavior because I’ve been so naughty today."  My middle daughter said, "Even though I’m sad that my doggie can’t live with us (Our dog is still back in the States), thank you God that you give us a house here with our family and we get to be together."  My youngest daughter, the two year old, said, "Tank you Sheshus for Daddeee!" 

A very sweet end to a very cranky, grumpy, loud morning.  Thank you, thank you Jesus.

We Have More Company…

Back to the blog soon.

"I sing because I’m happy.  I sing because I’m free.  His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me."        – Cavilla D. Martin

This line from this famous hymn definitely exemplifies my middle dd.  She always has a song in her heart and hums it constantly.  Sometimes it’s a song she’s recently heard.  Sometimes it’s a made up song.  But she always has a song.  My great grandma was a whistler.  And I can be a whistler too.  I guess she gets it honest.  Anyway, we love this little sweet thing about our daugher.  Her happy hearted songs make us happy too.

Mothering is the one thing in life that I have always felt so under-prepared for.  To be brutally honest, I have often (and I mean often) asked God why he chose me to be a mother.  I feel that inadequate about it.  I tend to beat myself up as a mother, always comparing myself to some perfect pie-in-the-sky mother, always disappointed that I don’t live up to the expectations I have for myself.  I rehash my parenting mistakes over and over again in my mind until they are blown way out of proportion.  I talk to myself negatively as a mother, often thinking my children need a better one.

Do you have something that you beat yourself up for?  Something that you just peck yourself to death about?  Well, go and read this wonderful post by Beth Moore over at the Living Proof Ministries blog.  Hopefully it will transform your thinking about what you beat yourself up about as much it has mine.  I’m determined not to condemn myself in this area anymore. 

Anybody wanna join me?

« Older entries