Mr. Tee Tee

As you all know, we are still working on potty training Sophie.  Last week she and I had this conversation.  (at least what I can remember)

Mom:  "Sophie, when you're at school today, I don't want you to have any accidents.  Remember to tell your teachers when you need to go."

Sophie:  "Ok.  I had a talk with Mr. Tee Tee last night.  (Note:  I didn't know who Mr. Tee Tee was.  We've never called her girl parts this.  When she was really little we called it a pee-pee, but now it's well, the V word!)  Sophie continues..."I told Mr. Tee Tee that he needs to tell me when I have to go pee-pee.  So, he said he would."

Mom:  "Ok, well tell Mr. Tee Tee to do a good job."

When I picked Sophie up from school....

Sophie:  "Mom, Mr. Tee Tee didn't tell me when I had to go.  He did a bad job and he was naughty."

Mom:  "Well, I think you need to be able to tell when you have to go potty.  Mr. Tee Tee has other things to do."

Sophie:  "Yeah.  He has to play with the other boys at school."

You can't imagine what images flashed into my head of a 16 year old Sophie, boys and Mr. Tee Tee!

Mom:  "I don't think Mr. Tee Tee should play with anyone, I think he should just stay in your pants."

Sophie:  "If you think that's best."

Mom:  "I do."

Sophie:  "Can we go to Target for a special prize for Mr. Tee Tee."

Mom:  "I don't think so, Sophie.  Let's get your sister and go home."

As we walk down the hall to get Lydie, Sophie slowly follows me, mumbling to herself.  I turn around to find her looking down and talking to Mr. Tee Tee about being bad and how he really needs to be a responsible Mr. Tee Tee. 

Sophie is a crack up.  Yet another Sophie tale.

Love,
Michelle

Rope 'Em and Raise 'Em (From the Dead)

Please enjoy the following Sophie tale.

Sophie:  "Come on Mr. Cow.  I'm gonna help you."  (I should mention we have a little cow that the kids can climb on and ride.  It rocks forward and back).

Sophie then lassos the cow with her jump rope, making sure it is firm around his neck, she then drags him across the living room floor toward the foyer.

Mom looks out from the kitchen and asks, "What are you doing to the cow?"

Sophie:  "Don't worry.  Mr. Cow is sick.  I'm taking him to the doctor.  I think he's going to die though.  So, I might have to ask God to heal him."

Mom: "If the cow dies, can God still heal him?"

Sophie:  "Oh, I guess not.  I'll just have to ask him to bring him back to life."

Sophie continues dragging the poor, dying cow by the neck into the play room at the front of the house.  From the kitchen mom hears banging and mumbling.  Somewhere within the mumbling mom hears, "God" and "Cow" and "Help" and "Please."

Sophie:  "Ta-Daaaaaaaaa."  (Not spoken, but sung at the top of her lungs!)  "Mom, God brough the cow back to life.  He's fine now."

I have soooo many more tales like this.  It seems most of Sophie's imagination is fueled by Bible stories.  Many a day I am told she is going to Canaan or the Promised Land and not to worry because she'll return soon.

Love,
Michelle

Do you believe in God?

What a title for a blog post, right? Well...FaceBook brings out some interesting conversations and sometimes those conversations are about people’s beliefs or unbelief, as it were.

I have come to the realization that I do not understand Atheists. I'm sure that doesn't sound shocking, but I don't think I'd ever really thought about it before. I am sure that Atheists don't understand me either.

To me an Atheist is someone who doesn't believe in God. I mean, the one, true God. The God who created the all that we see around us, the heavens and the earth, man, the entire universe. Yes, the God who sent His only Son to earth to save us from ourselves. That's the One I'm talking about.

I never thought about it further. Atheists do not believe in any god, deity or any other supernatural higher power. Of course this makes sense, but I just never thought about it. So, think about it. No god of any kind. Maybe I just believe that as humans we inherently seek a "higher power." This could be because the God who made us, well...made us that way. To desire a relationship with Him.

There are so many arguments for a disbelief in God, I would be here all night trying to explain them, or even wrap my mind around them. So, instead of wasting any more space for that, I'll tell you why I believe in God.

First of all, how else did we all get here? The Big Bang? A pile of goo? Come on!
The intricacy of our universe and planet is well documented scientifically. In addition, think of how complicated the human body is, especially this crazy brain of mine! Who else, but an infinitely wise, all-powerful God could have come up with me? God was the beginning, He is now and He always will be.

Secondly...Fulfillment of Biblical prophecy. Think of all the prophecies in the Bible that have come true. Ok, if you can't think of any, here are a couple...

Isaiah prophesized of Jesus' birth and Jesus was born.

Isaiah prophesized that Jesus would be beaten and He was.

    (There are soooo many more!  I just said a few off the top of my head).

Finally...I have faith. I guess that's the bottom line, isn't it? Either you believe in Him, for whatever reason, or you don't. Without faith I wouldn't have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I couldn't imagine that.

I have been saved by my faith. One of my favorite Bible verses says it best...

"For by grave you have been saved, through FAITH; and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God - not as a result of works, so that no one should boast." Eph. 2:8-9 (the translation may not be perfect, I didn't look it up)

I am so lucky to be loved by a God just because He does. I wouldn't want it any other way.

To end on an intellectual note...Albert Einstein said, "the harmony of natural law reveals an intelligence of such superiority that, compared with it, all systematic thinking and acting of human beings is an utterly insignificant reflection."  How true.

I guess the Atheists and I will just have to agree to disagree and perhaps to have more conversations in the future.


Love,
Michelle