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Recently I have had a lot of conversation in my house about monsters.
Ileyah thinks that it is entertaining to talk about creepy things in front of Brandina. Dontae just thinks it is funny, and runs through the house ROARRING!!!
Regardless, monsters have been a topic of interest lately. Even to the point that Brandina is afraid of my profile picture on facebook. She happened to look at my picture on the laptop from a weird angle, so it distorted the image.
So the other night Brandon and I were watching American Idol. We listened to one of the guys do a really bad job on the show, and as Brandon loves to do, he impersonated him. He was sure to add all of the raspiness to his voice and some of the gravel. It was hilarious. He mimicked the guy with a lot of added energy. We were having a blast!
The next thing that I know, Brandina comes screaming down the stairs! "Mom, the monsters are in my room again, they are right in my room. I am scared!!! Mom, get the monsters out of my room, they are roaring at me!!" She was devestated and scared to death. Brandon carried her up the stairs to try to figure out what she was hearing. He didn't seem to find anythinng that was making noise, so he put Brandina back to bed. She was too scared that she refused to go to bed. So, Brandon decided to scare the monsters away. He is a big guy, so it wasn't too hard for Brandina to believe that the monsters were afraid of him. In the process, Ileyah decides to tell Brandina that dad just scared them into the closet.
As Brandon went back downstairs to finish being an overly offensive American Idol, Brandina came plummeting back down the stairs again. Brandon ran back up and scared the monsters out of the closet.
It suddenly dawned on me what Brandina was scared of. It was her daddy's singing. I sat on the couch and laughed for about ten minutes before I decided to go upstairs to save the day!
I grabbed the Lysol, and told Brandina that this was monster poison. I sprayed it all over the room, and in the closet. I also told her that monsters will never come back because we sprayed monster posion, and it works forever. She went to bed fine after that.
I told Brandon once we got downstairs what she was afraid of. We both had a good laugh. It was so funny! I don't anticipate a future problem with monsters. Between Brandon scaring all of them away, and my monster poison, I think that we got the problem solved!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Genesis 50:20
Okay, I am going to start with my favorite verse in evangelism... The verse is Genesis 50:20. "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives." NIV version
I believe that this is a verse of testimony for many people. I believe that everyone can relate to this verse. It hits home with most. We all have a testimony. I am going to start with mine, and then I am going to open the doors for the rest of you to put in your testimony in relation with this verse. I was in a severe domestic violence situation. I was raped and beaten. I had a baby through the traumatic events. I use this verse to bring many people to Christ that are in the same or similar situations that I was in.
The way that I apply this verse is by giving this testimony to many people. I am even writing a book about it. I think that it is important to find God amongst our darkest hour.I believe that through testimony of our personal lives, we can apply Genesis 50:20 to most every situation.
Saving the lives of many, doesn't have to be physically. It can also mean spiritually. Think about it. If someone is to burn in hell, their life was not saved. Therefore not all of us have to be in extremely harmful situations in order to apply this verse. Does that make sense?
We can learn through any kind of mistake, sin, or other life changing experience. We can use the sinful nature of others, to save the souls of humanity. Please feel free to share your thoughts, feelings, experiences, or testimonies in regards to this verse.
Every verse is important, however in learning the Bible, I feel like this is one of the most important to learn to help us to understand the nature of God. Hello walls, am I onto something???
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I believe that this is a verse of testimony for many people. I believe that everyone can relate to this verse. It hits home with most. We all have a testimony. I am going to start with mine, and then I am going to open the doors for the rest of you to put in your testimony in relation with this verse. I was in a severe domestic violence situation. I was raped and beaten. I had a baby through the traumatic events. I use this verse to bring many people to Christ that are in the same or similar situations that I was in.
The way that I apply this verse is by giving this testimony to many people. I am even writing a book about it. I think that it is important to find God amongst our darkest hour.I believe that through testimony of our personal lives, we can apply Genesis 50:20 to most every situation.
Saving the lives of many, doesn't have to be physically. It can also mean spiritually. Think about it. If someone is to burn in hell, their life was not saved. Therefore not all of us have to be in extremely harmful situations in order to apply this verse. Does that make sense?
We can learn through any kind of mistake, sin, or other life changing experience. We can use the sinful nature of others, to save the souls of humanity. Please feel free to share your thoughts, feelings, experiences, or testimonies in regards to this verse.
Every verse is important, however in learning the Bible, I feel like this is one of the most important to learn to help us to understand the nature of God. Hello walls, am I onto something???
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A Favorite Tradition
A Favorite Tradition
As young children, we didn’t have too much. We made up for it later, but then we had nothing. The one thing that my family cherished completely was BIG imaginations. About 23 years ago, on this date, (St. Patrick’s Day) my brother and I were outside playing. The night before, my grandparents, whom rarely visited, had come over to our house. My grandmother had dropped a big Tootsie Roll in the drive way.
The following day, she notified my mother that if we were to find the candy, to let us have it cause it was safe. Mom never said anything to us kids about it, just in case we didn’t find it. She didn’t want the disappointment.
I had been in school already; I think that I was in Kindergarten. We had read a book about leprechauns. My imagination took off, and I told my brother to go outside with me to see if we could find the leprechaun. We found little seeds from the nearby trees, and I said that they were leprechaun footprints. We would search for hours for the leprechaun that these footprints belonged to.
It also happened that my parents, who hardly ever drink, had Champaign or something recent to that day. Or the bottle was in the house, whatever. It was a green bottle, so I figured that the leprechauns would love the bottle. So, I tried to bait one. I put things in that bottle that the leprechauns would like, so we could catch it. We figured that finding his treasure would be so much fun!
As we were on our leprechaun hunting journey, my little brother Mikey came across the long lost tootsie roll. Immediately we knew that the leprechaun left it for us! It was such a wonderful feeling. We were so excited to find this treasure; all of our efforts had paid off. We started to scream, and jump up and down. We were so excited. Being poor, getting a little treat is very exciting! Also, the fact that it was left for us by a mystical creature made it that much more neat!!! We showed our parents, and we ate that candy with all of the pride in the world.
That began our tradition. Every year the Miller kids would go find the candy that the leprechauns left us. It never occurred to us that we were the only kids in the neighborhood that leprechauns left them family.
This tradition became a huge part of my childhood. It was so special to me.
I grew up and realized that I had no mystical creatures leaving me special candy. I do know however, that I have an amazing God that plants little treats my way here and there. I try and cherish those treats the way I did the leprechaun candy.
I also make sure that my children are able to experience the same kind of thrill of finding candy from their leprechaun. An imagination is the key to childhood. It took us away from the daily problems of life. It took us away from the stress of living. It gave us an out. I love my kids to have a big imagination. I love for my kids to believe that they are going to be swept off their feet by some gorgeous prince, and that monsters creep in dark hallways. It makes for some good times. Every now and then I help hunt for leprechauns with them. I know that one day my children will appreciate the things that I do, the way I did for my parents. I also know that when God gives them things in life, they will be able to have enough faith to get out of the situation safe. They will have the ability to lean on that instead of some crazy need for scientific evidence.
Imagination is more important than one will ever know.
Thank you for allowing me to share my tradition.
As young children, we didn’t have too much. We made up for it later, but then we had nothing. The one thing that my family cherished completely was BIG imaginations. About 23 years ago, on this date, (St. Patrick’s Day) my brother and I were outside playing. The night before, my grandparents, whom rarely visited, had come over to our house. My grandmother had dropped a big Tootsie Roll in the drive way.
The following day, she notified my mother that if we were to find the candy, to let us have it cause it was safe. Mom never said anything to us kids about it, just in case we didn’t find it. She didn’t want the disappointment.
I had been in school already; I think that I was in Kindergarten. We had read a book about leprechauns. My imagination took off, and I told my brother to go outside with me to see if we could find the leprechaun. We found little seeds from the nearby trees, and I said that they were leprechaun footprints. We would search for hours for the leprechaun that these footprints belonged to.
It also happened that my parents, who hardly ever drink, had Champaign or something recent to that day. Or the bottle was in the house, whatever. It was a green bottle, so I figured that the leprechauns would love the bottle. So, I tried to bait one. I put things in that bottle that the leprechauns would like, so we could catch it. We figured that finding his treasure would be so much fun!
As we were on our leprechaun hunting journey, my little brother Mikey came across the long lost tootsie roll. Immediately we knew that the leprechaun left it for us! It was such a wonderful feeling. We were so excited to find this treasure; all of our efforts had paid off. We started to scream, and jump up and down. We were so excited. Being poor, getting a little treat is very exciting! Also, the fact that it was left for us by a mystical creature made it that much more neat!!! We showed our parents, and we ate that candy with all of the pride in the world.
That began our tradition. Every year the Miller kids would go find the candy that the leprechauns left us. It never occurred to us that we were the only kids in the neighborhood that leprechauns left them family.
This tradition became a huge part of my childhood. It was so special to me.
I grew up and realized that I had no mystical creatures leaving me special candy. I do know however, that I have an amazing God that plants little treats my way here and there. I try and cherish those treats the way I did the leprechaun candy.
I also make sure that my children are able to experience the same kind of thrill of finding candy from their leprechaun. An imagination is the key to childhood. It took us away from the daily problems of life. It took us away from the stress of living. It gave us an out. I love my kids to have a big imagination. I love for my kids to believe that they are going to be swept off their feet by some gorgeous prince, and that monsters creep in dark hallways. It makes for some good times. Every now and then I help hunt for leprechauns with them. I know that one day my children will appreciate the things that I do, the way I did for my parents. I also know that when God gives them things in life, they will be able to have enough faith to get out of the situation safe. They will have the ability to lean on that instead of some crazy need for scientific evidence.
Imagination is more important than one will ever know.
Thank you for allowing me to share my tradition.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Here is yet another tale of the Cooper kids. The other day I was on the phone enrolling in my classes for school. I take online classes because I devoted the most possible waking second of every day with my kids. Hence the joy in the breaks that I do get. :)
Anyway, the three kids were playing in Ileyah's bedroom. She is good at keeping them busy while I am busy. As I am talking to my student advisor, I hear the teeter of little feet in the stairs. I recognized these footsteps to belong to Brandina, my three-year-old. (of course) Anyway, I hear her open the bathroom door, and was semi-timing her in there. I think that the whole world knows about now that Brandina is my mischief child. I hear the toilet flush and the water running. I smiled slightly cause I know that she is behaving. I turn my "alert ears" off, and continue on with my conversation.
A few minutes later, I hear the water running still. Then right as I am walking towards the bathroom, I hear Ileyah scream, "Brandina NO!!!" At this point I just hung up with the advisor. I run into the bathroom, you will never guess what I see....
I look at my son (age one), completely covered in water and soap. It was all over his pajamas, and the handsoap was in his hair. I looked at Brandina, and she was smiling at me. I said as calm as I could, "Brandina, what are you doing?" Dontae looks at me and grabs his hair and says, "Wet."
Brandina then explains to me what she was doing. "Mom, Dontae had some food in his hair. We are supposed to be clean, so I washed his hair. It was sticky, but see mom I washed it. I am a good girl ain't I mommy?" I laughed. How could I be mad? My daughter is very skillful, she can wash his hair with him standing on a toilet, willingly, in less than a minute and a half. It takes me sitting with him in a bathtub, fighting with him to be still, in about 15 minutes, and it still isn't done right. :) I don't know why he listens to her as well as he does. I wish he would listen to me that way.
Regardless, I love my kids. They tend to give me a great laugh. It is fun to try to understand them intellectually. They are smart little people if given the opportunity to explain themselves. :0)
Anyway, the three kids were playing in Ileyah's bedroom. She is good at keeping them busy while I am busy. As I am talking to my student advisor, I hear the teeter of little feet in the stairs. I recognized these footsteps to belong to Brandina, my three-year-old. (of course) Anyway, I hear her open the bathroom door, and was semi-timing her in there. I think that the whole world knows about now that Brandina is my mischief child. I hear the toilet flush and the water running. I smiled slightly cause I know that she is behaving. I turn my "alert ears" off, and continue on with my conversation.
A few minutes later, I hear the water running still. Then right as I am walking towards the bathroom, I hear Ileyah scream, "Brandina NO!!!" At this point I just hung up with the advisor. I run into the bathroom, you will never guess what I see....
I look at my son (age one), completely covered in water and soap. It was all over his pajamas, and the handsoap was in his hair. I looked at Brandina, and she was smiling at me. I said as calm as I could, "Brandina, what are you doing?" Dontae looks at me and grabs his hair and says, "Wet."
Brandina then explains to me what she was doing. "Mom, Dontae had some food in his hair. We are supposed to be clean, so I washed his hair. It was sticky, but see mom I washed it. I am a good girl ain't I mommy?" I laughed. How could I be mad? My daughter is very skillful, she can wash his hair with him standing on a toilet, willingly, in less than a minute and a half. It takes me sitting with him in a bathtub, fighting with him to be still, in about 15 minutes, and it still isn't done right. :) I don't know why he listens to her as well as he does. I wish he would listen to me that way.
Regardless, I love my kids. They tend to give me a great laugh. It is fun to try to understand them intellectually. They are smart little people if given the opportunity to explain themselves. :0)
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