Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Mark and I left on Friday to spend some time with his side of the family for Christmas. We arrived at his dad's house in Harrisonburg Friday evening. It's always so lovely there. Mark was able to learn to drive stick shift with his dad's help Saturday morning. I'm so proud of Mark. He really wants to get a driver job with UPS and learning stick shift will hopefully help in the future. I'm glad that Mark was able to catch on quickly because I know he was worried about it. We headed to Winchester later that morning to visit his brother's family. They have such a beautiful home. We had a grand time visiting. Mark's mom was there for a stay during the holidays. It's always a joy to see her. Mark's dad, stepmom and family friend made it up for the dinner also. The food was excellent. We even suprised Mark's brother with a birthday cake and a bunch of cards. Mark and I played a couple games of foosball. It was even better with our neice and nephew, Anna and Will, joined in for a couple games. There were a few gifts exchanged later on and then the Robinson's traditional game of hearts. I so much enjoy watching them play. Grandma Belle was the grandmaster for sure! I love spending time with family; we definitely should do it more often! Mark's brother graciously paid for our room at a nice hotel near by. We were back to the house by 11am this morning. Breakfast was even ready for us! What a joy this trip has been. Another game of hearts took place this morning and Grandma Belle mastered the game again. We had Buffalo Wild Wings for lunch and watched some football. Mark and I played another couple games of foosball. He won. His brother and neice joined us for 3 games and beat us all 3 times. It was fun although we lost. Maybe I'll be better for next time! We headed for home around 3:30. I drove so Mark could get some rest. Traffic was heavy but we made it in good time. Mark had to work early tomorrow morning and then we'll head to Virginia Beach to spend Christmas Eve with his aunts, uncles and cousins. Christmas morning, we'll head to Elizabeth City to see my side of the family. We haven't seen my parents since February and the rest of the family since last Christmas. It will be good to see them. Mark and I are truly blessed with a good, loving and supportive family. Pray for our safety. Until next time......God is good! All the time!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
A Sunday School teacher began her lesson with a question. "Boys and girls, what do we know about God?"
A hand shot up in the air. "He is an artist!" said the kindergarten boy.
"Really?! How do you know?" the teacher asked.
"You know - 'Our Father, who does art in Heaven...'"
A young boy had just gotten his driving permit. He asked his father, who was a minister, if they could discuss his use of the car. His father said to him, "I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut, then we will talk about it." A month later the boy came back and again asked his father if they could discuss his use of the car. His father said, "Son, I'm real proud of you. You have brought your grades up, you've studied your Bible diligently, but you didn't get hair cut!" The young man waited a moment and replied, "You know Dad, I've been thinking about that. You know Samson had long hair, Moses had long hair, Noah had long hair, and even Jesus had long hair." His father replied, "Yes son, and they walked everywhere they went!"
A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew that, if any mischief occurred in their town, their sons were probably involved.
They boys' mother heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The clergyman agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the afternoon.
The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?".
They boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open, wide-eyed. So the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God!!?" Again the boy made no attempt to answer. So the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE IS GOD!?"
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"
The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time, dude. God is missing - and they think WE did it!"