Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Twas the month before Christmas and all through the house...


Everyone was screaming because of that pesky ole' mouse!


Gracee ran screaming out of the bathroom this morning...
"Mommy... Mommy! Something is scratching on the bathtub!
I am NOT going pee in there!"

I walk inside and take a peek. Sure enough... there is a tiny little mouse stuck inside the bathtub. Hmm...How am I going to get him out of there? For a moment I thought about just leaving him there until Tommy arrived home. But then again... that would be at least another 10 hours. That's a long time for him to devise an escape plan. So I called Tom at work to see if he had any ideas.

"Go hit me with an old mop!"

"Hit him with my mop? I can't do that! That's just too cruel."

"Do you want him getting out?

"No."

"Do you want to catch him with your hands?"

"NO! Definitely NOT!"

"Then go hit him with an old mop."

Noah was standing next to me soaking in every detail of our conversation. It didn't take long before he was ready to go to battle. He immediately came to my rescue.

"I'll do it Mom! I'll get him for you!"

We grabbed an old empty mop handle from the closet and in we went. Noah smacked and smacked and smacked the bathtub. The poor little mouse ran up and down... back and forth... dodging every blow. Noah tried for several minutes, but unfortunately missed every hit. Meanwhile, Tom is still waiting on the phone...

"You're gonna have to do it! Just grab the mop and hit him!"

"I told you, I can't do that!"

He laughs... "Yes you can!"

About that time, Noah throws one last blow and the mouse lets out a screech.

Noah yells..."Yay! I got him."

I slowly lean over the bathtub to take a look. Hmm...Well... almost! The mop caught the very end of the mouses tail. Now his poor little legs are running as fast as they can go... and yet he isn't going anywhere. The kids laugh for a moment as he does his morning workout on our homemade treadmill. Then Noah picks up the mop and off he goes... like lightening! ZOOM! He runs up the side of the tub and slides right back down! He looks to the right and looks to the left... Yep... he's surrounded. So he crawls up under a washcloth.

"Dana... You are gonna have to hit him."

"I can't do it... He's hiding under a washcloth because he's scared."

"That's good! Now you can hit him. We can't have him loose in the house....crawling all over our food. Now just hit him!"

"But... he's scared!"

Through laughter..."Will YOU just hit him!"

I raise up the mop and with one swift blow... I smack the washcloth. I hear a tiny little squeak, followed by several more little squeaks.
A tear rolls down MY cheek.

"Tommy! He's crying! I made him cry."

Again he laughs at me! "Well...What did you expect him to do? You'll have to hit him again!"

I sadly look at him. I don't want him to suffer anymore. So I hit him again. The next sound I hear is EVERYONE saying... "Eeewwww!"

Problem solved!

Tom laughs hysterically at me as I say..
"Oh.. It is SO not funny!
That was the most barbaric thing I have ever had to do!"

"You did fine!"

"Whatever.. Just so you know....I am NOT getting him outta there!"

Ugh.... I may NEVER take a bath again!


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Noah's Answered Prayer...

For about six months now, Noah has been saving for a new bike. His old one is very worn out. It used to be neon orange, but it's become so faded that it's pink now. All the other little boys in our neighborhood have brand new bikes complete with trick pegs on all the wheels. They often playfully tease Noah. So he REALLY wanted a new bike! Unfortunately, things have been a little tight in our family. With the fallen economy, it's only by the grace of God that Tommy has a job. His company had two major layoffs. So when they just merely cut back his hours, we did not complain. God has always supplied our needs, but we haven't had any extra money in quite a while. Noah completely understood his need to earn the money for his bike. He did not complain. He just started doing some odd jobs for my parents. It took him several months to earn half the money. Then one day, we needed a few groceries, but were completely strapped for cash. Noah cheerfully gave us his savings. Once again, he did not complain, or whine. He was HAPPY to help us out, even if it meant giving up the chance for a new bike. Meanwhile, little did we know, he was secretly praying every night! He stood in faith believing as he placed a detailed request to our Heavenly Father.

It is no secret, that God works in the field of sowing and reaping. When we plant a seed, we will reap the harvest of that seed. If we sow sparingly, we will reap sparingly. When we sow bountiful, we will reap bountiful. Now God does not measure by quantity, but rather by heart. Just as Jesus told the little widow lady, who gave less than a penny. She gave more than even the richest tax collector, for she gave out of her need! God will always honor EVERY gift based on faith. He LOVES to bless a cheerful giver and we can NEVER out give God! By cheerfully helping out his family, Noah sowed a seed for a new bike. Then God answered his prayer!

Last Wednesday, Noah arrived home from school to find a brand new bike waiting on our porch! A wonderful anonymous person from our church was obedient when God told them to buy Noah a new bike. Turns out it was EXACTLY what Noah wanted... down to the very color!





God is SOOO Good!
Noah has always been wise to the power of prayer. Hence the reason Eli is here! :) However, this time he learned an equally important lesson... not only does God care about his needs, but He loves him so much that God cares about even his SMALLEST desires!

"Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart."
Psalm 37:4


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Hmm... What Miracle Baby is Three Years old?


Why it's our little Lady Bug... of course!
Happy Birthday Reni Rose!
We Love You!