Seriously. Old people rock. They’re awesome. (Well, most of them anyway. We all know a curmudgeon or two.)
The wisdom from their collective experiences is pure gold. Unfortunately it usually takes a bit of work to mine for that gold. Lucky for you that I’ve got some fresh from the quarry, ready to share.
I read this on another blog and just loved, loved, loved it! I couldn’t wait to plagiarize it and send it out!
Here ya go…
Here is my story in poem form.
It is broken down into four parts, all are included in this one post.
As a parent, I’m always trying to teach my kids some lesson or another. We’re supposed to, right? It says so right there on page 36 in the Parenting Manual (page 2 in the Cliff Notes version).
But it seems the more I talk, the less they listen.
Jesus has many names in the Bible. Rabbi is one that I often forget. It means teacher.
So after my kids had yet another conflict (which resulted in an episode of R.A.W. in our living room), I decided to let God be the teacher for once. Continue reading
Yesterday I met my neighbor’s dad for the first time, and before I even learned his name he was sharing miracles God did in his life. As a retired pastor, he is still bubbling over with joy in what God has done.
I loved, loved, loved how he couldn’t keep them to himself! Once he made a list for all to read of 22 miracles – testimonies of God supernaturally moving mountains on behalf of his family. Continue reading