White Lace and Promises

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Teach Your Children Well

WARNING:
LONG POST
NOT ADVISED FOR THE ADD OR ADHD ADULT.


I love the line in Hook when the little girl tells him,
"You're just a mean old man without a mommy."

I think that goes for children too.
When my children were little and they were picked on
by the "bad" kid in class, 
I'd say, 
"She just needs a mommy to love her,"
or
"He just needs a Daddy."



The relationship that a wife has with her husband 
is often a reflection of the relationship she had with her dad.


In the College/Career Class we have been learning 
The Five Love Languages 
by 
Dr. Gary Chapman.


The Love Languages are:
Affirmation
Quality Time
Gifts
Acts of Service 
Physical Touch.


Child psychologists affirm that every child has certain
emotional needs that must be met if he is to be emotionally stable.


Children who feel loved by their parents, whose parents 
have invested time and energy and are involved 
in the activities of their lives are more likely 
to succeed in their adult lives.


I've often heard it said,
"What we expect our children to be, they will become."


When a child hears from his parents,
"You will never amount to anything,"
most often, the child will meet that parent's
expectation and will live with an unhealthy view of himself.


Word are Important!
Words are Important!
Words are Important!


The important thing about a father playing ball
with his three-year-old, is not the activity itself,
but the emotions that were created between
the father and his child.


Some simple ideas for quality time with your child
may cost little or nothing.
But without quality time, it may cost everything!

Ride bicycles together.
Throw the football.
Shoot baskets together.
Walk together.
Have a picnic in the park.
Put a bed sheet over the kitchen table,
add some pillows, a sleeping bag,
grab a flashlight and camp out together.

I was once asked,
"How did you manage to have such well-adjusted children?"
Oh, there were some tough years.
Ask my children.
Our home was far from perfect.
However, doing some things didn't hurt.

First, we kept them involved in an active children
and youth ministry.

Second, we did everything together.
As youth directors,
we sacrificed money and time, but never our children.
The youth were made to feel like they belonged to our family,
not that our children belonged to them.

Last, we sought out their talents, believed in their abilities
to accomplish anything they wanted to accomplish
and were involved in everything they did.



You know, we can do our best and our kids may
walk a different path than we have chosen for them.
They may walk away from the very values that
we built our lives upon.



But when we know that we've done our best,
we can give the results to God and rest.

One Christmas morning we were up
early going to Grandma's, when we noticed
what looked to be a homeless man walking the streets.

In his drunken stupor, he fell on his face.
Tears rolled down my face and
my daughter said,
"Mama, he's just a man without a mommy."

We must teach our children well.

“If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn . . .
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight . . .
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive . . .
If a child lives with pity, he learns to feel sorry for himself . . .
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy . . .
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel envy . . .
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty ... 

BUT

If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient . . .
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident . . .
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative . . .
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love . .
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves..
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is . . .
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice . . .
If children live with recognition, they learn to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn to be generous.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith in himself and those about him . . .
If a child lives with friendliness, he learns the world is a nice place in which to live . . .” 
― Dorothy Law NolteChildren Learn What They Live




Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Pink, pretty please?

Christy said, 
"We don't do pink."

"WHAT?!!!!!!"

"Well, some pink, I guess
maybe an outfit or two."

You know me, a lover of all things white and PINK!


How can she say, "No Pink?"

She says, "Neutrals."

"With a pop of pink, right?"


I was so excited to find this rare piece of pink milkglass or "shell."
I found it in Juliette, GA last Saturday.
It was $12.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!


She says, "With a pop of coral or aqua."

Okay, okay.
Coral is in the pink family, right???

She showed me some of their ideas from Pinterest.


with a little less aqua and coral 
and more neutrals.

Okay, I can see this,


or this.


Oh, yeah. I'm seeing it.  I'm getting it.


But can I exchange the white bear with a pink one?

I Dream in White and Pink, 

Bonnie:)

Which colors do you prefer?








Tuesday, August 19, 2014

God Gives The Song

My baby girl is having the baby 
and I'm the one with the hormone rush!

I've been through so many wonderful moments 
with this beautiful being.


I knew that she was destined to be something 
beautiful from the first moment I laid eyes on her. 
A mother's love is like no other
and I adore my children.


The easiest baby in the world, she was a sweetie from the beginning
and had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

She awoke each morning with a song
and went to sleep singing.


I watched my baby girl grow from an awkward, shy teenager, 
to an incredible young lady, still singing her heart out. 


She traveled the Southeast for two years singing with a group
who became her friends for life. 


After college, she, Troy and her best friend, 
continued to sing together. 


The group dismantled.
She was approached about another group, 
Providence Road and she continued to sing. 


We traveled the Southeast too, of course,
listening to her sing. 


She sang through the incredibly difficult places,


and chose to sing when there was no song.


I've seen her goofy with friends.


I've seen Troy and Christy stand side by side in sickness and in health
 as they sang together through more tears. 


I watched as she through teary eyes celebrated the promise


of new birth among old friends with whom she sang. 


I've seen sadness behind the smile and the song,


as she chose to put aside her pain
to experience the joy of others. 




She loved other's children


and held her sweet nephew when there was no song.


Oh my goodness, I love her so.
We truly enjoy being together.


She loves vintage.
I love vintage.


She loves the beach.
I love the beach.

That's my baby girl on the left. 

She could not believe.
I BELIEVED!

Last night was "The President's Dinner"
for Trevecca Nazarene University.
A presentation to the tune of 
"Celebrate good times, come on."

A photo of her holding 
"It's a girl," quickly flashed across the screen.
We sing

"God Gave The Song,"

You ask me why my heart keeps singing
Why I can sing when things go wrong.
But since I've found the source of music
I just can't help it. God gave the song.

Come walk with me thru fields and forests.
We'll climb the hills and still hear that song.
For even hills resound with music.
They just can't help it. God gave the song.

What's that I hear - I still hear that music
Day after day. that song goes on.
For once you know the source of music
You'll always hear it. God gave the song.

Come on and join - It's the song of Jesus
Day after day that song goes on
For once you know the source of music
You'll always hear it. God gave the song.
For since I've found the source of music
I just can't help it. God gave the song.
--Bill Gaither


Yes, He gives the song!
When there seemed to be no song, 
I sang songs in the night for this baby
and cuddled our dream close to my heart.











Sunday, August 17, 2014

Ironstone and Primitives or Lace and Promises?

I hear the rumblings of rain.
Oh, how we need it.

I miss my children on Sunday nights 
more than any other time in the week.

So I blog and find connection.
It's here that I find the community 
that I so long for. 


I found this great book at Goodwill in Nashville.
Thumbing through the pages, I thought of Francine 
at Primitive Stars.


The book is full of Primitives. 
I love ironstone and primitives and white lace and promise
so I flipped to my favorite pages. 


Yesterday I found this pretty ironstone platter 
in one of the shops.  Two platters for $4.


I love the scalloped edges. 


I recently added a stack of saucers to my collection 
of ironstone.  I will go back and pick up 
the stack of plates if they are still there this weekend. 

When the kids were little, mama always grilled hamburgers
 after church on Sunday nights.
When my parents became "little", I made
breakfast on Sunday nights. 

Feeling a bit melancholy tonight.

Blessings for a great week, 

Bonnie:)