Home is where your heart is

Home is where your heart is

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Reasons


I think I know why heavenly Father sends babies to us so small. They are born and they sleep a lot right, Glen did. Then as they grow older they learn and grow. They begin to do more, roll over, sit up, crawl, before you know it you are chasing them around the house. I think the Lord sends us babies so little so that we are slowly built up to the running stage and scarier things. If they were suddenly thrust upon us as teens I doubt the best of parents would be able to handle it. How infinite and wonderful, the knowledge, mercy, and ways of the Lord God Almighty!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Prayer

I fell asleep while the kids were napping and I had a pretty cool dream that I want to tell you about. Usually I have really strange dreams about cow-llamas or swimming a pair of boots across the ocean, but occasionally the Lord speaks to me through a dream. I think this is one of those occasions.
I was eating in a restaurant with my family and my brother was asked to pray over the food. Being the considerate person that he is he wanted to make sure no one would be offended if we prayed so he asked every one else in the restaurant if it would be okay with them. There was a couple sitting close to us that was excited and wanted to participate in the prayer. I had the feeling that the gentleman would feel uncomfortable, but he seemed excited and so we included them. Andrew had not said more then a few words of the prayer when the man stood up and stopped him. He told my brother how weird it was that we were all closing our eyes and kneeling. The rest of the people in the company started saying no one was kneeling and standing up for the way we pray.
In my dream I remembered a book I had read and knew the Lord wanted me to tell him about what I had read. I told him that you do not have to be kneeling or close your eyes to pray, you do not have to say special words or say specific things. I saw in his eyes a hunger to know that God hears him and so I told him that Heavenly Father knows him personally and hears his prayers. Prayer is talking to God and that no matter what he says or how he prays Heavenly Father hears him.
I do not know why I had this dream, but I do know that Heavenly Father does know us each by name, we are his children. And I know that no matter what we say or how we pray He hears our prayers. He listens to us, cares for us, and loves us. Wen we pray we talk to Him and He so wants to hear from us. I know he listens to our prayers.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Fed Up!

I feel the need to vent a bit so skip this if you want.

I am absolutely fed up with all of the political correctness that is going around, it makes me sick. Christmas is a prime example. It offends non-Christians to have this holiday called Christmas so people want to call it the holiday instead. I am sorry if you are offended by me sticking with Christmas, but hear me out first. I am a Christian, Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ, therefor the name. If you are a non-Christian and want to celebrate another holiday be my guest, I will not stop you. I believe that all mean and women have the right to choose what they will or will not believe. I will not stop you, so please do not stop me. I have noticed a trend in those that ask for tolerance, for the most part they are not tolerant of others. A holiday that celebrated the birth of Christ should be called Christmas, a holiday commemorating Pioneers should be called Pioneer Day. I really think that the political correctness trend is doing more harm then good. Take for example Santa saying ho ho ho, he is now supposed to say ha ha ha so as not to offend. If you are offended by ho ho ho, you may need to take a look at your own life, not Santa's. I am boycotting political correctness because it is just so puerile.