SO not worthy

My husband and my youngest son play a game. They tell each other how much they love one another in a creative way. My husband started this with me years ago and when Daniel was old enough to understand, he started playing with him. Bob starts with, "I love you."
"I love you, too." Daniel tells him.
"I love you more."
"I love you more."
"I love you more than an ant." See, this is where the game gets a little Bob-ish. "I love you more than a squished ant."
For years Bob alone would come up with these. But a few years ago Daniel started using his imagination and joined in with his own comparisons. Things like, "I love you more than dirt."
Usually the progression is from bad to worse. "I love you more than a worm." "I love you more than a stinky worm."  "I love you more than a tiny worm." The other night I heard Bob ask Daniel, "Do you remember how when it rains the night before and then the next day there are worms on the sidewalk? And they get all dried up and wrinkly? And then they get stepped on? I love you more than that."
Our poor children are going to grow up weird.
I have YouVersion on one of our i-pads. It's a Bible app that you can use on the computer, i-phones, i-pads, tablets, etc. One of the great things about it is that you can pick a reading plan. You open up the app and it has your day's reading schedule. One of my plans is "Read the Bible in a Year" in chronological order. If you skip a day or two, all you have to do is push the "catch up" button and it adjusts your calendar so that you are never behind.
This morning I read Revelation chapter four about the 24 elders bowing before God on His throne and worshiping him, declaring,
“Worthy are you, our Lord and God,
    to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
    and by your will they existed and were created.”

I was reminded of just how UNworthy I am. The fact that I am even blessed with being able to read God's Word, is astounding to me. I am like the dried up, stinky worm on the bottom of someone's shoe in my husband and son's "love you more" game. Yet God loves me so much that He sent His Son to die in my place.
When I was a Catholic, just before communion, we would recite together, "Lord, I am not worthy to receive you. But only say the word, and I shall be healed." Jesus did say the word. He wrote The Word. He is the Word. And with His last words while he died on the cross, he said, "It is finished." He paid the price for my sin. He paid the price for your sin, too. Will you accept that?

Romans 10:13 says, "For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

Christmas is just a week away. While you shop, eat goodies, wrap presents, sing songs, enjoy family and friends, etc., will you consider what Jesus' birth means to you? Will you consider just how much He loves you?

Humming for Jesus

     "Mmmmmm  mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm....." My 5 year old daughter is dancing around the living room humming, even while I am writing this. Then she started singing, "Jesus....   Jesus.... I love you, Jesus!..... mmmmmm mmmm mmmm ... I love you, too, Jesus! Mmmmmm mmm mmmm... Jesus..."
     I was just reading a news article about a young mom who was recently killed in a hit and run in our city. She has two young children. Last night I read an article about the little girl in Denver who went missing last week. They are pretty sure they found her body. I was sitting here at the computer praying and feeling so sad. Then I hear this sweet little hum in a made up tune. Her lyrics made me smile!
     Within five minutes, of course, she was being snotty to her brothers!  But that little glimpse of Jesus was beautiful.

Why I Am No Longer A Catholic (part 2)

Easter 2001: My brother-in-law, his wife, and my other sister-in-law were talking about how they would no longer watch one of their favorite television shows because one of the main characters "came out of the closet." I was so disappointed that they would feel that way. I was arguing for equal rights, tolerance, and compassion. Dan, my brother-in-law, opened his mom's Bible to a verse showing that homosexuality is a sin and how because God does not like it neither should we. I do not know which verse, but it might have been Leviticus 18:22. "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination." I took the Bible and looked up Ephesians 5:22-23, "Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church..." I can still picture poor Dan with the what-does-that-have-to-do-with-anything look on his face. I assured him that both of those verses were just a couple of many that were in the Bible that I did not agree with. I left a little huffily and determinedly spent the next few weeks looking up verses to show him to prove my point. I had all these examples of women being treated badly (Lot offering his daughters to strangers was one I remember.) and Bob was not a happy camper to find I had written "contradiction?" in his Bible. I was ready for our next discussion. I found out later that Dan also went home with the intent to look up verses to prove his point. But we never had another discussion. Dan was killed in a motorcycle accident on June 1st. A month and a half after we last talked. 


June 7, 2001: During Dan's funeral, we sang "The Old Rugged Cross." The words scrolled across two large screens in the huge church that was filled to overflowing with family, friends, community members, and, because his accident happened when he was on duty as Acting Chief with his police department, police officers from all over Colorado. Dan's pastor, friends, and family spoke about Dan's faith. There was no talk of "hope" that he would be in Heaven. Dan knew where he was going to go when he died. Therefore everyone who knew Dan also knew where he was going when he died. He was in Heaven. He is in Heaven. This was a foreign concept to me. How can someone know they were going to go to Heaven?


Summer 2001: I began reading the Bible in earnest. I was reading two books during the same time period: Genesis and Romans. I would read 2 or 3 chapters in Genesis, then 2 or 3 chapters in Romans. Somewhere along the way it occurred to me that those two books, written thousands of years apart and penned by different men, were saying the exact same thing. Different men physically wrote the words but they were written by the same Author. I knew at that moment that everything, every single word, in the entire Bible was from God and was therefore true. I don't remember the date but I remember where I was sitting. It was within about five feet of where I am sitting right now, actually. I don't remember the verse or verses, but I am almost positive the commonality was sin. The fact that we are consumed with sin is a common theme in Genesis and Romans. And because we sin, we need a Savior. Adam and Eve sinned in the Garden of Eden, beginning the perpetual relationship between humans and sin. In the garden on that very day, God promised them He would send a Savior. (Genesis 3:15) That Savior is Jesus Christ, the Son of God. I had always known that Jesus died for the sins of the world, it wasn't until that summer that I knew he died for me. 


Here are a couple of verses that talk about that blessed assurance that I will see Jesus in Heaven.

“If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.”  Romans 10:9-10 

For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him. Romans 8:15-17

When I die, I will go to Heaven. Will you? This is something far too important, critical even, to leave to chance. You can have that assurance. But when you die it is too late. There is no purgatory. Purgatory, the word or the concept, does not exist in the Bible. Purgatory does not exist. When Jesus died on that cross 2,000 years ago, His last words were, "It is finished." That was it. He won't do it again. It is your choice whether or not to believe. Believe that when he suffered, it was in your place. When he took the wrath of God, it was the wrath intended for you. When he felt utterly abandoned by God, that was because God did look away. He cannot abide sin. Remember? He is Holy. He was rejecting your sin when Jesus felt rejected by Him.

Sometime later that summer:  My mom and I went to the new Catholic church in our town. It was a beautiful building with grey bricks, unusual architecture, stained glass behind the altar and light throughout. After Mass we were sitting in Mom's car and we agreed that this was not the church for us. I think we might have discussed how warm the building looked but how it left us cold, figuratively speaking. Mom meant that she liked our downtown Catholic church better, but I meant Catholicism altogether. I told her then, "I don't think I'm a Catholic anymore." I know it made her sad. And in many ways it still makes me sad. I liked being a Catholic. I liked the cathedrals. I like the way the priest would chant. I liked the pomp and circumstance. I miss the incense. I miss Midnight Mass. I miss the culture. But I choose Jesus. I realize that He alone is my salvation. I choose the Bible. I realize that it alone contains the words of God.  

When I die, I am, obviously, most looking forward to worshiping God. I am looking forward to asking Him questions and expressing to Him, however feebly and certainly unworthily, how incredibly grateful I am that 1)He gave me life, and 2)He gave His Son's life to save me. Something else I am looking forward to, though, is continuing the discussion with my brother-in-law that we started eleven years ago on Easter. I can't help but smile when I think of how differently it will go this next time around.

Why I Am No Longer A Catholic (part 1)

This song made me cry this week. My husband's friend came to our church for the first time. He was raised Catholic. He has been studying the Bible and talking to Bob a lot during the past couple of years and is realizing that Christianity is not about sacraments and rules and what ifs, but about how Christ died for us.
I became choked up when we got to the words, "O death, where is your sting? O hell, where is your victory?" I thought of purgatory. I remembered praying for souls who were not yet quite good enough to get to heaven.

Purgatory = Hell's victory  

But Jesus conquered death when He died on that cross, in our place, and rose three days later. 

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.  1 Corinthians 15:56-57 

It doesn't matter if we are "good enough," because no one is.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus. Romans 3:23-24

 There is absolutely nothing, NOTHING, not a thing, we can do to save ourselves from God's wrath.

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. Ephesians 2:8-9

When you are in a religion that teaches that you can go to heaven when you have earned your way, it is called works-based. You do the work and then you get the reward of Heaven. There is guilt involved. You can only hope that one day you might be looked upon with pity by a loving God who says, "Okay, I guess you were pretty good most of the time." 
When you are a Christian, it is faith-based. You realize that Jesus already did the work. Yes, God is loving. But He is Holy. He is perfect. And because He is perfect and Holy, He cannot allow sin to be near Him. And we ALL sin. Have you ever lied? Even a little white lie to make someone feel good about their bad hairdo is still a lie. It is still a sin. Have you ever committed adultery? Jesus said,"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall not commit adultery;' but I say to you, that everyone who looks on a woman to lust for her has committed adultery with her already in his heart."  Adultery is a sin. This is why Jesus died. He took God's wrath on Himself. He made a way for us to be close to God. He made it so that we can be Holy. Not because of anything that we have done, but in spite of it.

Let no one caught in sin remain
Inside the lie of inward shame
But fix our eyes upon the cross
And run to Him who showed great love
And bled for us

Answers to Prayer

I wanted to share a few experiences I have had with prayer. Take from them what you will. I am not an expert.

My husband is attending an anti-terrorism class this week. Usually his police training is all about how to make an arrest without killing the suspect. This class is just on how to "take out" the bad guy. 

Yesterday the officers trained with their duty weapons and live ammo, aka real bullets. Why would they do that? Well, because they were going to be shooting. The instructors strive to make the training as realistic as possible so if the officers are ever in that situation, they will have had experience in how to respond.  Years ago officers were being killed because they were shooting in real-life situations the way they had been shooting in training. Something about picking up shells as they were shooting or standing in the same spot so as to easily pick up the shells when they were done. I can't remember it, Google can't find it, and hubby is currently unavailable as a reference because he is "playing" with BB guns today. 

In yesterday's training session the students had to select a partner. Hubby was with two coworkers he had trained a couple of years ago. Two of them could partner up, but the third one would have to partner with another officer that my husband knows as being less than reliable. He let his coworkers partner up and selected for himself this other guy so he could keep a better eye on him. This is one of those situations where when you are first falling in love with your husband you really like that he is selfless. But when you are married to him and raising his four children, you really wish he would be a little less self-sacrificing. 

Last night hubby admitted to me that he knew of a few times that this partner had pointed a loaded weapon at his face, chest, etc. Then after the session, others watching told him there were several times that this other guy had been pointing his gun at hubby's back. Not on purpose, just in lacking weapon safety or common sense. 

Knowing they would be using live ammo, I prayed off and on throughout the day. I love that I felt nudged to pray and then found out that he was in harm's way several times. I prayed and my husband did not get shot. Who knows how much cause and effect was involved in it all.

A few years ago I woke up in the middle of the night, at about one a.m., and could not fall asleep again. Hubby was working that night and I felt the urge to pray for him. I prayed that God would send extra angels to go before him and follow him. The next day I found out that hubby's trainee was driving. They were responding to a call where they had to drive through a canyon. The trainee (who is no longer a police officer - at least not with hubby's department) was driving really, really fast. Like 90 miles-per-hour fast in a 50 miles-per-hour canyon with hairy turns. When was this occurring? At about one a.m. 

Here is what I know about prayer:

• God tells us to pray. 
• "Pray without ceasing."  1 Thessalonians 5:17 
• "Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up."  Luke 18:1
• God answers prayer.
• "This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.  And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him." 
  1 John 5:14-15 
• "If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer." Matthew 21:22
• "And in that day ye shall ask me nothing. Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you." John 16:23

I love it when God answers my prayers. I know He does so often and I am just not aware of it. I am confused about prayers that seem to go un-answered or are answered in a way that I did not anticipate. I know there are wonderful things that He does all the time without my asking for them. I know there are cops' wives who are right now praying for their husbands to return home safely and some won't. I don't know why. I do know that I trust Him. I know that He is sovereign.  

The Bible tells us that "God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28) We don't always know what that looks like, but sometimes we get little glimpses. 

Reading with Kids

If you were to find yourself in the Dalley Van, you would hear, along with some bickering, the occasional, "My ears are to beeeeg for my head. My head eez to beeeeg for my body. I am NOT a Siamese Cat, I am a Cheeehuahua!"
Even 4 year old Princess has many parts of Skippyjon Jones, our current favorite book, memorized. We have so much fun reading this book! Rhianna received it from my aunt and uncle for Christmas and we instantly fell in love with the little rascal. Skippyjon Jones (AKA, Mr. Fluffernutter, AKA, Mr. Cocopugs) is banished to his room for pretending to be a bird. He starts jumping on his bed when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and sings out in a muy loud voice, "My ears are to beeeeg for my head. My head eez to beeeeg for my body. I am NOT a Siamese Cat, I am a Cheeehuahua!" Must be read in a thick accent. He disappears into his closet and finds himself in the desert with a band of Chihuahuas who are sad because the BumbleBeeto Bandito has stolen all their frijoles. It is muy sad. It is quite the adventure.
If you have children who are reluctant readers, (And I mean children of ALL ages. ALL of my kids, from my 4 year old up to my 11 1/2 year old LOVE this book.) or if you do not particularly enjoy reading aloud to your kids, I recommend this book. There are others in the series, but we haven't read them yet. I have listed the website below. I just found it today when researching for this post. It looks like a lot of fun.

http://www.skippyjonjones.com/


Another recent favorite is Five Little Monkeys jumping on the bed by Eileen Christelow. This one is fun for predicting because of the surprise at the end. It is also quite repetitive for those early readers. Another favorite by this author is Five Little Monkeys sitting in a tree, "Tease Mr. Crocodile, 'Can't catch me.'" Also repetitive and a fun surprise.

http://www.christelow.com

Ten Gallon Bart Beats the Heat is a blast to read. The characters are adorable and it's fun reading with different drawls. Wild Bill Hiccup and Wyatt Burp are the deputy pigs. How cute is that? When we first fell in love with this book, two summers ago, we borrowed it from the library and basically read it all summer. When we borrowed the original Ten Gallon Bart book that same year we were a little disappointed. It just didn't compare to Beats the Heat. But last week we tried it again and we are loving it. I would recommend reading the original first.  Yesterday, Daniel, Brendan, and Rhianna were gathered around me on one side of the couch. Ashton (Mr. 11 1/2 year old) who was on the other end reading one of his Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, ignored us until he could no longer resist the call of the drawl, then he came over and joined us for the rest of the book. There is also Ten Gallon Bart and the wild west show. We have not read that one yet.
I cannot seem to get the image uploaded, but below is a link to the author's web page.

http://www.susanstevenscrummel.com/teachertips.htm

Those are our top three favorite books. At least this week. 

Help My Unbelief

Imagine that you want to run a marathon for the first time. You send in your registration and on the morning of the event you put on your tennis shoes, meet at the starting line, and run the 26.2 miles.

There is a joke in the field of First Responders. Whenever you take any kind of first aid class there will always be a "knife in the back scenario". CPR requires the victim to be on his back so the rescuer can do chest compressions. You, as a first responder, are not supposed to remove impaled objects, such as knives. Every class I have ever been to. In every class my husband has ever attended or taught, there is always some student who asks, "But how can I lay the victim on their back if they have a knife stuck in their back and I'm not supposed to take it out?" Keep in mind that the reason you would be doing CPR is if the person's heart has stopped beating, and is actually dead. Of course you take the knife out so you can do CPR. Which is more important at that time, that you try to get their heart to beat again or that you might damage some tissue from taking out the knife?

We have a friend in the building/constructing business. There is a line of sequence of some kind. Even though the purpose of the line has been permanently etched into my brain, I can never remember what it's called! You can tell me in the comments if you know what it is. I'm sure I'll forget it again though. The line takes you from the start of the project to the end. Usually you are on a deadline and you want to get things done quickly. But you have to stay in a certain order. You cannot put up your roof until you have the walls. You can't put up your walls until the foundation is laid, etc. Some of it is common sense, just like the "knife in the back."  But there is so much more to it, too. Certain things you can do while you wait for the electrician. There are certain things you can do before x, but have to wait to do until after y.

The point is that there is a certain order to things. And when we go outside of that order, trouble ensues.

I read a Bible passage this morning that affected me in a new way.

2 Peter 1:5-9

 ⁵ For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; ⁶ and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; ⁷ and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. ⁸ For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. ⁹ But whoever does not have them is nearsighted and blind, forgetting that they have been cleansed from their past sins.

If you can picture a ladder with the bottom rung being faith, the second rung would be goodness, then knowledge, self-control, perseverance, godliness, mutual affection, love. Love would be the top rung. I don't know if that is how I am supposed to be reading it. It just occurred to me this morning, that maybe these really are in this order specifically because they do not work as well out of order.

I have been praying for increased love for a few people I do not know very well. Well, love is at the very end of this little ladder.  I've also been praying DESPERATELY for self-control.  And perseverance is something that is lacking greatly in my life, so even a little bit of that would be appreciated.  But am I trying to run a marathon without training first? Am I letting a victim die because I'm not taking out that knife to do CPR? Am I all out of order when it comes to building that house?

I am thinking this morning that Faith is the first step. So today I am praying, Lord, increase my faith. Help my unbelief.

Mark 9:21-24

There was a boy who was having convulsions, rolling around, and foaming at the mouth. 

²¹ Jesus asked the boy’s father,  “How long has he been like this?”   “From childhood,” he answered. ²² “It has often thrown him into fire or water to kill him. But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”
   ²³ “‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.” ²⁴ Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”

(I don't know why that first line is highlighted. Please ignore it since I can't seem to fix it.)

Happy Easter!

PDA's in Church This Morning

What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means! We are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer? Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. Romans 6:1-4

There were six baptisms at church this morning. Six saints chose today to publicly display their affection for Christ. Two older ladies, a middlish-aged man, a teenager, and two children publicly pledged their obedience to Jesus. I cried after each one. The teenager read her testimony and I cried. She had me at, "I was raised in a Christian home." Our families have been friends for a few years now and the positive things she had to say were wonderful to hear.

Then it was time to sing. And cry. A lot. 'Tears streaming down my face wishing I had a kleenex' kind of cry. I just love Jesus so much! I love our church, too.

Wonderful Merciful Savior

Wonderful, merciful Savior
Precious Redeemer and Friend
Who would have thought that a Lamb
Could rescue the souls of men
Oh you rescue the souls of men

Counselor, Comforter, Keeper
Spirit we long to embrace
You offer hope when our hearts have
Hopelessly lost the way
Oh, we hopelessly lost the way

You are the One that we praise
You are the One we adore
You give the healing and grace
Our hearts always hunger for
Oh, our hearts always hunger for

Almighty, infinite Father
Faithfully loving Your own
Here in our weakness You find us
Falling before Your throne
Oh, we're falling before Your throne
[ Lyrics from:

In Like a Lion

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. That means that with the huge amount of snow we have gotten in the past two days, it should be quite nice on my birthday at the end of the month. But I am not writing a post about the weather. Or my birthday. Even though I will be 42, and it has been two years since my 40th birthday plunged me into a 5-month-long depression.

I want to write about things that cannot be written on a public blog. Things like complicated relationships at church and why I feel the need to defend our church from certain influences. Things like super secret meetings that may soon need passwords in order to enter them and dynamics in that group and how it's like I have an alter-ego because I cannot tell people who are close to me about the group because 1)they'll think I'm weird and 2)one of the stipulations of being in the group is I'm not supposed to tell anyone. It's super secret, you know.

I have a crazy underground garage. My friend found the following quote on Pinterest that made her think of me. Of us. It goes,

She's crazy. And just when you think you've reached the bottom of her craziness, there's a crazy underground garage.

Isn't that great? I love that! I love that I can show off my crazy underground garage to my husband, my kids, and some of my friends. But it's a private thing. I don't think everyone should be allowed in. And really, not everyone would want in.

There is a large tree across the street from my house that is in the shape of a heart. I love that tree. One day I will have to take a picture of it.

Facebook Confessions

Hello. My name is Jenny and I'm addicted to Facebook.

The sad thing is that statement is not a surprise to anyone reading it. However, I gave Facebook up for a week. Totally gave it up. Husband changed my password and I disabled my account. After a week and two days I asked him for my password and he called me an addict. I told him, "Seriously, can I have my password?" He replied, "I just gave it to you." He is a funny man. By the way, before anyone tries to hack into my fb account with my funny password, I changed it.

So, Why did I give up Facebook for over a week? First of all, I was spending entirely too much time updating my status and checking for comments. I will not say how much time because I was too embarrassed to actually clock it. I think I can now better monitor my time online. If I find I am spending too much time again, I might have to take another mini-break.

I also started getting my feathers in a wad and ruffling other people's panties. Or was it the other way around? ha ha I can be opinionated. That might be a bit of an understatement. I also like to argue. LOVE it! Can be quite good at it. But when you argue on Facebook, it is too impersonal and feelers can get hurt easily. I remember years ago my mom told me that you have to be really careful with phone conversations because the other party cannot see your facial expressions. Well it's worse with e-mail and fb because not only can you not read facial expressions, but you can't hear voice inflection either. With the all-important 2012 elections coming up in a few months I anticipated that I would want to slather the computer with my opinions and figured I would just delete anyone who might be offended. How stupid is that? Please don't answer. Instead, I just will try to be nicer. Opinionated, yes, but not mean.

So Facebook Friends.... Please come back? I miss you!

Goals

I told a friend that I would pick a couple of goals and WRITE THEM DOWN. So here are a few for the next two weeks:

1. Wake up and get out of bed with the alarm every morning
2. "Run" for 20 minutes 3 days a week
3. Plan home school schedule every weekend for the following week
4. Stick to the home school schedule
5. Write 3 times a week for 20 minutes each session

These will obviously be short term goals with mid-range goals as follows:

1. Lose 20 lbs by Mother's Day
2. Have a set wake up time (as in waking up naturally before the alarm goes off) of 6:00 am every day by May
3. "Run" (following Run For God/Couch to 5k schedule) 3 days a week and lift weights 3 days a week (following Jamie Eason's workout).
4. Write every day during the week for 30 minutes each session - have an "outline" of book done by May

Long term goals:

1. Reach my goal weight by the end of the year
2. Run a 5k in mid May
3. Write a book - by the end of the summer

Fear Not the Night

The Angel of The Night

Fear not the night, fear those who walk the night.

And I am he that walks the night,

But only evil need to fear me

And gentle souls sleep safe in their beds

Because I own the night.

By Lt.Col. Dave Grossman

My husband just told me today that when he patrols at night he often thinks of this poem. He is such a hottie! I could never be a police officer. Just thinking about sneaking around in the dark makes me have to pee.

History

We finished our first week of homeschooling after the Christmas break. One of the things we learned, since really I am learning right along with the kids, is the history of New York City. Fascinating! Did you know piracy played a huge part? And they were a tolerant city, being dutch, they let just about anyone in. Anyone who had money. Except Catholics. Isn't that interesting? I had no idea. I LOVE history!

Later Daniel came to me to brag, "Do you know what 'history' means?" I told him, "His Story, writings about things that happened in the past." Daniel nodded his head triumphantly with a "Yup!" He was proud of his mama, that she knew as much as he did. At least on that particular topic.

A few nights ago a friend said something that made me think she was possibly a writer. I did not ask for clarification because I was horrified. She can't be a writer. I'M the writer! Does it matter that I have not written more than a sentence in over a year? If that is an exaggeration, it is not by much.

Last night I was thinking about history, his story, and her story, and my story. The thought, "If you don't write your story, who will?" popped into my brain as clear as a cloudless summer sky.

I can no longer call myself a writer if I don't write. And "Writer" is simply not a title I am willing to give up on.