On the day Sonny Boy got lost he was still adamant about going to school and getting consultation after school with his Biology teacher. When school let I, he called and asked me to pick him up. I heard in his voice that he had a sad disposition.
When Sonny Boy got into the car, he asked how was my dad. Now I know him and I have the sense enough to know when that question is posed, he is in a funk. So I answered and moved on. I then asked him is wanted to share anything.
Sonny Boy began to share the source of his funk. He was upset that he got marked truant and was given 5 days of detention. I explained to him that we have to pay for the things that go wrong in our life. He wasn't getting it. I then shared that he had missed his school but and that set all of this in motion. Of course he was not trying to hear that.
I asked Sonny Boy what could he do. He said that he could talk to the Dean. Then he backed out of that and said that he would write a letter. I encouraged it. So after we got home, Sonny Boy set out to writing that letter. It took him 2 hours to complete.
I read Sonny Boys letter and was impressed with how carefully detailed he explained the incident. In fact I was so proud that I sent it to a few family members.
The next day Sonny Boy gave it to the Dean. As that day passed, he received no response. Then he saw the Dean in the hallway and asked him if he had read the letter. The Dean responded yes, and kept it moving.
When Sonny Boy explained it to me, I immediately told him that he did all he could and now it was my turn. I was really disappointed that not only did the Dean not listen to him initially, but he tossed aside my note that I wrote when I signed him into school that day. And now he just ignored Sonny Boy by not saying anything about the letter.
I sought advice from the PTA leader, and a former member of the Trustee board. And I took the PTA leaders advice and requested a meeting with the Dean, Counselor, Sonny Boy, his dad, and me. Before the meeting the Dean requested that I just send in a note that it wasn't Sonny Boys fault. Of course I was adamant about meeting in person. Needless to say the Dean made us wait a few extra minutes to appear at the meeting.
I did some praying before I got there and we began the meeting with a prayer at my request. Because, I wanted to go there under Gods direction and not my on agenda. The meeting went well and the Dean relented and Sonny Boy got his record wiped clean. The Dean even apologized and couldn't wait to get out of the room. He was totally upset and uncomfortable.
I was so proud of Sonny Boy for standing up for himself for writing his letter. I was even proud that as a family, we showed him that his dad and I are willing to stand by him when he has done all that he could.
That day he learned a valuable lesson. He learned that his actions affect many people, in many ways. And he also learned that sometimes things may go wrong but it can turn around with persistence.
If you are doing right, watch God work to turn things around.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
IN HIS IMAGE
Sonny Boy had to write a paper about: Why do you think God made us in his image and why? So I asked Sonny Boy what his answer would be. He said God made us in his image because he wanted us to look like him. I asked Sonny Boy what was Gods image and if I recall correctly, he said human.
Now Sonny Boy and I have had 3 bible study sessions on Genesis 1, versus 1-4, and Gods image is covered in the 2nd paragraph of Genesis. So we had to go back to Genesis to see what he missed. Based on my understanding, the Word states that the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. So now we had his image, Spirit. Then we looked at versus 26 and 27. God created man as a Spirit which was male and female before forming mans physical body, and after his likeness.
Likeness is defined as resemblance, copy, or the state of being like. So if we are after Gods likeness, then we are workers who create and make all that is good, just like God.
Isn't that amazing that we were created to do things. As I repeat this statement, what comes to mind is, we are suppose to go out and spread the word about Gods goodness. We can do that at anytime and anyplace as long as the person is open to receive it.
When Sonny Boy came home from school today, I asked him what he did this day that would be pleasing to God. He shared that his friend looked a little down, so Sonny Boy told a joke and got him laughing.
Sometimes, all it takes is for us to look right in front of us to see a need and be about our fathers business of changing the atmosphere. Kudos Sonny Boy.
Now Sonny Boy and I have had 3 bible study sessions on Genesis 1, versus 1-4, and Gods image is covered in the 2nd paragraph of Genesis. So we had to go back to Genesis to see what he missed. Based on my understanding, the Word states that the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. So now we had his image, Spirit. Then we looked at versus 26 and 27. God created man as a Spirit which was male and female before forming mans physical body, and after his likeness.
Likeness is defined as resemblance, copy, or the state of being like. So if we are after Gods likeness, then we are workers who create and make all that is good, just like God.
Isn't that amazing that we were created to do things. As I repeat this statement, what comes to mind is, we are suppose to go out and spread the word about Gods goodness. We can do that at anytime and anyplace as long as the person is open to receive it.
When Sonny Boy came home from school today, I asked him what he did this day that would be pleasing to God. He shared that his friend looked a little down, so Sonny Boy told a joke and got him laughing.
Sometimes, all it takes is for us to look right in front of us to see a need and be about our fathers business of changing the atmosphere. Kudos Sonny Boy.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
GRACE
One morning, a few months ago, I got frustrated by how slow Sonny Boy was moving, in spite of getting him up earlier then normal. I noticed that with me being frustrated, I was frustrating him. But when I asked him to pray with me, he asked if he could say the prayer.
Sonny Boy prayed that I would have a good day at work and that he would have a good day at school. GRACE!
Sonny Boy prayed that I would have a good day at work and that he would have a good day at school. GRACE!
Monday, November 18, 2013
CAN YOU HEAR ME
So my daughter who lives in Jersey invited Sonny Boy to visit before the end of summer.
Sonny Boy is attending a new school in September and he had to take a English review course during the month of July. He has had a bone growth on his leg for over 2 years. I just could not find a time that would be favorable for us to have it removed. So this summer we decided to just do it. I for one was tired of him complaining about his muscles or tendons getting caught on it during sports. I know you are probably thinking: Oh my God how could she? But, trust me, Sonny Boy does not participate in sports like that. He is the laid back, book in his face kind of guy. So the times that he complained wasn't often.
Anyway, Sonny Boy had this surgery in August. So he was on restrictions until October 2013. He could not have been happier because now he had reason to sit around and overdose on playstation 3 and kindle fire applications, oreo cookies and pancakes with maple syrup. Not necessarily in that order.
It still amazes me how God connects people when we don't even see it coming. The Surgeon that his Pediatrician referred us to on Sonny Boys initial visit two years ago, we learned later on, but right before the actual surgery, is a graduate of this school that Sonny Boy would be attending. And not only did the Surgeon graduate from this school but, his son currently attends this school. So needless to say the Surgeon was overjoyed to have Sonny Boy as a patient and shared his days at the school.
This school is one of the best high schools in our city for boys only and most of the attendees have a family history there. It runs like a blood line. The grandfather, father, brother, uncle, cousin, etc. has attended. You get the point. But for Sonny Boy's family, he is the first. Trust me, we did not choose this school lightly. I for one sought counsel from a member of the trustee board and he calmed my fears.
Getting back to Sonny Boy making the trip to see his Sister after surgery, but before school began. My Brother drives for Greyhound so I spoke with him about Sonny Boy riding with him to NYC. I discussed Sonny Boys need to elevate his leg and have extra seating. My daughter suggested that Sonny Boy should fly, because she was afraid sitting too long would irritate his leg. I shared that I know that my brother would take care of him. My brother is a talker so I knew that he would talk to Sonny Boy the 8 hours it would take to get to NYC.
We set the trip for Monday. Sonny Boy would spend a week with his Sister and her family. Now since surgery, Sonny Boy had been up and around on crutches. He was told that he could put some pressure on the leg but not a lot. So I encouraged him some and he took it upon himself to do more. I caught him without his crutches more often then I should have and scolded him because of it. The Sunday before he would leave, Sonny Boy awakened with both of his eyes swollen, and a minor sore throat. I cancelled the trip with my brother. Later it seemed that Sonny Boy just had a little bit of allergies.
I didn't want Sonny Boy to miss a trip to see his sister, since his summer had been such a bust, so I suggested that we could go as a family, leaving on Thursday and spending the whole weekend. So on Wednesday evening after bible study, I asked Sonny Boy to get his clothes and things together that he would want to take so I could pack his suitcase. Sonny Boys dad was hemming and hawing about going so I knew it would be just Sonny Boy and me making the trip and I told him such.
Sonny Boy looked at me and said: "Can we go another time?" Then he began to question what he would do there, who was going, and on and on. I felt his hesitation and I immediately said to myself. Okay God I'm listening, we'll just stay home. I felt there was too much doubt going on with this trip for me. Of course my daughter was disappointed but she went on to suggest if he is still having problems near the end of the week, I should call the Dr. on Friday.
I thought about what she said. I called the Surgeon the next day. I know that it was in Gods plan because the Surgeon got back to me himself and offered that he did not see patients on Friday because it was his day of surgery. He then shared that if I could bring Sonny Boy into the hospital where he performed surgery, and if we were willing to wait for a break between surgery, he would come out and see Sonny Boy. He also shared that we would not have to sign in. Just have a seat and wait in the Ortho dept. That meant that this would be on his own time and no cost was involved. Only God!
I knew after the conversation with the Surgeon that this was God working it out. We got to the Ortho dept. and waited. After an hour, I had to go feed my parking meter. Of course while I was away, I missed the Surgeon. He spoke with Sonny Boy and told him that he would come back and speak with me. He returned again but I had not returned yet. Upon my return, Sonny Boy told me what happened and said that the Surgeon may not come back. We stayed anyway. A few minutes later, the Surgeon came back and told me that Sonny Boy was using his leg too much and that he needed to stay off of it. Sonny Boy was advised to keep it elevated, and apply heat to his wound.
I could have jumped for joy upon leaving the hospital because I was so grateful that I listened to God, and cancelled the trip. There was no telling what the outcome would have been if I had not listened.
ARE YOU LISTENING WHEN GOD SPEAKS?
Sonny Boy is attending a new school in September and he had to take a English review course during the month of July. He has had a bone growth on his leg for over 2 years. I just could not find a time that would be favorable for us to have it removed. So this summer we decided to just do it. I for one was tired of him complaining about his muscles or tendons getting caught on it during sports. I know you are probably thinking: Oh my God how could she? But, trust me, Sonny Boy does not participate in sports like that. He is the laid back, book in his face kind of guy. So the times that he complained wasn't often.
Anyway, Sonny Boy had this surgery in August. So he was on restrictions until October 2013. He could not have been happier because now he had reason to sit around and overdose on playstation 3 and kindle fire applications, oreo cookies and pancakes with maple syrup. Not necessarily in that order.
It still amazes me how God connects people when we don't even see it coming. The Surgeon that his Pediatrician referred us to on Sonny Boys initial visit two years ago, we learned later on, but right before the actual surgery, is a graduate of this school that Sonny Boy would be attending. And not only did the Surgeon graduate from this school but, his son currently attends this school. So needless to say the Surgeon was overjoyed to have Sonny Boy as a patient and shared his days at the school.
This school is one of the best high schools in our city for boys only and most of the attendees have a family history there. It runs like a blood line. The grandfather, father, brother, uncle, cousin, etc. has attended. You get the point. But for Sonny Boy's family, he is the first. Trust me, we did not choose this school lightly. I for one sought counsel from a member of the trustee board and he calmed my fears.
Getting back to Sonny Boy making the trip to see his Sister after surgery, but before school began. My Brother drives for Greyhound so I spoke with him about Sonny Boy riding with him to NYC. I discussed Sonny Boys need to elevate his leg and have extra seating. My daughter suggested that Sonny Boy should fly, because she was afraid sitting too long would irritate his leg. I shared that I know that my brother would take care of him. My brother is a talker so I knew that he would talk to Sonny Boy the 8 hours it would take to get to NYC.
We set the trip for Monday. Sonny Boy would spend a week with his Sister and her family. Now since surgery, Sonny Boy had been up and around on crutches. He was told that he could put some pressure on the leg but not a lot. So I encouraged him some and he took it upon himself to do more. I caught him without his crutches more often then I should have and scolded him because of it. The Sunday before he would leave, Sonny Boy awakened with both of his eyes swollen, and a minor sore throat. I cancelled the trip with my brother. Later it seemed that Sonny Boy just had a little bit of allergies.
I didn't want Sonny Boy to miss a trip to see his sister, since his summer had been such a bust, so I suggested that we could go as a family, leaving on Thursday and spending the whole weekend. So on Wednesday evening after bible study, I asked Sonny Boy to get his clothes and things together that he would want to take so I could pack his suitcase. Sonny Boys dad was hemming and hawing about going so I knew it would be just Sonny Boy and me making the trip and I told him such.
Sonny Boy looked at me and said: "Can we go another time?" Then he began to question what he would do there, who was going, and on and on. I felt his hesitation and I immediately said to myself. Okay God I'm listening, we'll just stay home. I felt there was too much doubt going on with this trip for me. Of course my daughter was disappointed but she went on to suggest if he is still having problems near the end of the week, I should call the Dr. on Friday.
I thought about what she said. I called the Surgeon the next day. I know that it was in Gods plan because the Surgeon got back to me himself and offered that he did not see patients on Friday because it was his day of surgery. He then shared that if I could bring Sonny Boy into the hospital where he performed surgery, and if we were willing to wait for a break between surgery, he would come out and see Sonny Boy. He also shared that we would not have to sign in. Just have a seat and wait in the Ortho dept. That meant that this would be on his own time and no cost was involved. Only God!
I knew after the conversation with the Surgeon that this was God working it out. We got to the Ortho dept. and waited. After an hour, I had to go feed my parking meter. Of course while I was away, I missed the Surgeon. He spoke with Sonny Boy and told him that he would come back and speak with me. He returned again but I had not returned yet. Upon my return, Sonny Boy told me what happened and said that the Surgeon may not come back. We stayed anyway. A few minutes later, the Surgeon came back and told me that Sonny Boy was using his leg too much and that he needed to stay off of it. Sonny Boy was advised to keep it elevated, and apply heat to his wound.
I could have jumped for joy upon leaving the hospital because I was so grateful that I listened to God, and cancelled the trip. There was no telling what the outcome would have been if I had not listened.
ARE YOU LISTENING WHEN GOD SPEAKS?
Sunday, November 17, 2013
THE MAN BEHIND ME!
On this glorious morning, Sonny Boy and my visiting daughter cooked breakfast. With the food piping hot on the table, ready to be devoured, we prepared to pray.
Sonny Boy asked if he could do the prayer. Of course I said yes. He began to pray: That God would bless our food for the nourishment of our mind and body. That God bless our family. That God bless all those who need prayer. And, that God bless those who don't think they need prayer. And bless the man over there.
Now I may have been to two different hospitals within two past days and they could not find a source of my ills. But I know that I am not crazy. So I ask Sonny Boy to repeat the last part of his prayer before we had said Amen. So he repeated the part to bless those who needs prayer and those who think they don't. But I know that I had heard something else after that the first go round. So I asked Sonny Boy to repeat it again. Again he just said what he had just repeated. Then I said no, you are missing a part. And I asked him what did you say after the last part.
He then shared that he said: And bless the man over there. Now, I know that it is only myself, Sonny Boy, and my daughter that are at the table, and in the whole house for that matter. So of course I had to ask him what man is he referring to as his sister also looked at him perplexed. Sonny Boy said to his sister, you know the man that was behind us yesterday. She still didn't get it and I was at a total loss.
Sonny Boy then said, you know when we went to the hospital yesterday after mom was rushed there, the man came in behind us holding his stomach. So at this time Sonny Boy jumps from his chair and begins to demonstrate the actions of the man and shares how the man came into the ER holding onto his stomach with a grimace on his face. The same man later flew by him into the bathroom pulling his pants down at the same time.
Now, if I had not been ill when he shared this latter part, I would have been rolling on the floor. Not laughing at the man and his issue but laughing at Sonny Boy, who when he is happy is so comedic.
I am thankful to God that Sonny Boy remembered the man in his prayer, to bless the food we were about to eat. But I am also thankful to God because I know that only God can encourage us to remember others in prayer, when we may not even remember ourselves.
To God Be the Glory.
HAVE YOU REMEMBERED THE MAN BEHIND YOU?
Sonny Boy asked if he could do the prayer. Of course I said yes. He began to pray: That God would bless our food for the nourishment of our mind and body. That God bless our family. That God bless all those who need prayer. And, that God bless those who don't think they need prayer. And bless the man over there.
Now I may have been to two different hospitals within two past days and they could not find a source of my ills. But I know that I am not crazy. So I ask Sonny Boy to repeat the last part of his prayer before we had said Amen. So he repeated the part to bless those who needs prayer and those who think they don't. But I know that I had heard something else after that the first go round. So I asked Sonny Boy to repeat it again. Again he just said what he had just repeated. Then I said no, you are missing a part. And I asked him what did you say after the last part.
He then shared that he said: And bless the man over there. Now, I know that it is only myself, Sonny Boy, and my daughter that are at the table, and in the whole house for that matter. So of course I had to ask him what man is he referring to as his sister also looked at him perplexed. Sonny Boy said to his sister, you know the man that was behind us yesterday. She still didn't get it and I was at a total loss.
Sonny Boy then said, you know when we went to the hospital yesterday after mom was rushed there, the man came in behind us holding his stomach. So at this time Sonny Boy jumps from his chair and begins to demonstrate the actions of the man and shares how the man came into the ER holding onto his stomach with a grimace on his face. The same man later flew by him into the bathroom pulling his pants down at the same time.
Now, if I had not been ill when he shared this latter part, I would have been rolling on the floor. Not laughing at the man and his issue but laughing at Sonny Boy, who when he is happy is so comedic.
I am thankful to God that Sonny Boy remembered the man in his prayer, to bless the food we were about to eat. But I am also thankful to God because I know that only God can encourage us to remember others in prayer, when we may not even remember ourselves.
To God Be the Glory.
HAVE YOU REMEMBERED THE MAN BEHIND YOU?
Monday, November 11, 2013
GET TO STEPPING!
Let me tell you. Sonny Boy had one of the worst days of his life yesterday. Lessons to be learned were coming at him so fast, I think he just gave up trying to dodge them. Now my last post I wrote about him having to catch the city bus. Well now you get to hear what happened. Fix yourself a cup of tea, and sit down and get yourself comfortable cause this is going to be a turbulent ride.
So it is 9:00a.m. and I am about to get my power walk in with my sister at 9:30. It has been a little under an 1 1/2 hours since Sonny Boy left to catch his city bus all by himself. I decide to call the school to see if he made it there. I was pretty confident that all went smoothly because he had the directions. What could go wrong?
Now this is my 2nd time in a week that I had to make this kind of call. So when the secretary to the Dean states Sonny Boy is not there. I repeat her words to myself because I wasn't able to comprehend what she said. I immediately go into what the heck is going on here mode. I gave the secretary a brief scenario of Sonny Boy catching the bus and asked her to call me when he gets there.
I grab my keys and head for the door. I call his dad, no answer. I call my sister to postpone the walk and told her what happened. She immediately went into find my nephew mode. I call dad again, no answer. I call his job to see if he was there. They had sent him out on an errand. So I call the job back and ask them to call the cell of his coworker who is with him, and to have him have dad call me. He did. I explain what's going on. Now, I realize that this has never happened before but why is it people want to ask: Where is he? Heck if I knew that, we would not be having this conversation. I would not be driving the routes that Sonny Boy was suppose to take.
I'm thinking that Sonny Boy got frustrated waiting for the bus and began to walk, along with all kinds of crazy, wild thoughts. After traveling the routes and contacting the school again with no luck fear, and panic began to set in. Then I remember that God said to give it over to him. So I began chanting: I trust God. I trust God. I do this over and over as defeating thoughts come and go. After about 45 minutes, I had a little talk with God. I said Lord, you said you got this. So I am trusting you because you don't lie. Lord, I am trusting you to bring my boy home safely. Lord I know that this is a lesson and I am trusting you, as I pass the blue house a couple of doors down that a pedophile lives in as the thought of him grabbing my son floats through my consciousness.
I go home to call the Police and wait on God to send my boy home. I call my local police station and not one supervisor was in. I am put on hold for what seemed like an eternity so I get up off my sofa and walk to the window and low and behold I see a figure coming up the street dressed like my Sonny Boy. I go out onto the front porch as if my long lost military husband was just returning home. I'm thinking this must be a mirage. No, it's Sonny Boy.
Since he was coming from the direction of a friends I assume he was coming from there. But he just says: wait a minute, I have to catch my breath, I just ran up the street. I immediately go into kick butt mode. I think oh heck no, whoever made my Sonny Boy run has it coming. I follow him into the kitchen and he sits exactly where this whole mess began. He shares that he got lost. And when he was done with his story, all I could do was laugh. I am talking about a laugh that almost had me rolling on the ground. He got up and came to me asking if I was alright. I just laughed even more. This was one of the craziest stories I have heard.
So Sonny Boy caught the bus as I instructed. He caught the 2nd bus too but he caught it on the wrong side of the street. So of course that meant he was going in the opposite direction. When he asked the driver if the bus passes his school, the driver told him that the bus passed the school a long time back. In other words, before he even got on. So he gets off the bus and all he could think about was how mad I would be. Mind you he is now 5 1/2 miles from home and maybe 4 1/2 miles from school. He is not even in the city anymore. He thinks to walk to school but doesn't know which way. So he set off for home.
Remember his phone is dead but yet he still tried to get it to work. It took him about 1 1/2 hours to get home although he walked along a busy strip filled with businesses. Never once did he think to go into one to call home. He had his I-pad with him and never once thought to email anyone.
So now he gets home safely, I thank God, and both his dad and I ask him if he wants to stay home because he has missed three classes. He says no because he needed to stay after with his biology teacher to get his grade up. I take him to school and write a note to let them know what happened. He takes the note to the dean. The dean doesn't even read it, he immediately accuse Sonny Boy of oversleeping and thereby missing his bus. He writes a note for Sonny Boy to receive detention for 5 days for being truant, and not the 3 days for being late.
Sonny Boy is livid. But you know what, there is a cost for everything we do. Unfortunately for Sonny Boy his price is sky rocketing.
So it is 9:00a.m. and I am about to get my power walk in with my sister at 9:30. It has been a little under an 1 1/2 hours since Sonny Boy left to catch his city bus all by himself. I decide to call the school to see if he made it there. I was pretty confident that all went smoothly because he had the directions. What could go wrong?
Now this is my 2nd time in a week that I had to make this kind of call. So when the secretary to the Dean states Sonny Boy is not there. I repeat her words to myself because I wasn't able to comprehend what she said. I immediately go into what the heck is going on here mode. I gave the secretary a brief scenario of Sonny Boy catching the bus and asked her to call me when he gets there.
I grab my keys and head for the door. I call his dad, no answer. I call my sister to postpone the walk and told her what happened. She immediately went into find my nephew mode. I call dad again, no answer. I call his job to see if he was there. They had sent him out on an errand. So I call the job back and ask them to call the cell of his coworker who is with him, and to have him have dad call me. He did. I explain what's going on. Now, I realize that this has never happened before but why is it people want to ask: Where is he? Heck if I knew that, we would not be having this conversation. I would not be driving the routes that Sonny Boy was suppose to take.
I'm thinking that Sonny Boy got frustrated waiting for the bus and began to walk, along with all kinds of crazy, wild thoughts. After traveling the routes and contacting the school again with no luck fear, and panic began to set in. Then I remember that God said to give it over to him. So I began chanting: I trust God. I trust God. I do this over and over as defeating thoughts come and go. After about 45 minutes, I had a little talk with God. I said Lord, you said you got this. So I am trusting you because you don't lie. Lord, I am trusting you to bring my boy home safely. Lord I know that this is a lesson and I am trusting you, as I pass the blue house a couple of doors down that a pedophile lives in as the thought of him grabbing my son floats through my consciousness.
I go home to call the Police and wait on God to send my boy home. I call my local police station and not one supervisor was in. I am put on hold for what seemed like an eternity so I get up off my sofa and walk to the window and low and behold I see a figure coming up the street dressed like my Sonny Boy. I go out onto the front porch as if my long lost military husband was just returning home. I'm thinking this must be a mirage. No, it's Sonny Boy.
Since he was coming from the direction of a friends I assume he was coming from there. But he just says: wait a minute, I have to catch my breath, I just ran up the street. I immediately go into kick butt mode. I think oh heck no, whoever made my Sonny Boy run has it coming. I follow him into the kitchen and he sits exactly where this whole mess began. He shares that he got lost. And when he was done with his story, all I could do was laugh. I am talking about a laugh that almost had me rolling on the ground. He got up and came to me asking if I was alright. I just laughed even more. This was one of the craziest stories I have heard.
So Sonny Boy caught the bus as I instructed. He caught the 2nd bus too but he caught it on the wrong side of the street. So of course that meant he was going in the opposite direction. When he asked the driver if the bus passes his school, the driver told him that the bus passed the school a long time back. In other words, before he even got on. So he gets off the bus and all he could think about was how mad I would be. Mind you he is now 5 1/2 miles from home and maybe 4 1/2 miles from school. He is not even in the city anymore. He thinks to walk to school but doesn't know which way. So he set off for home.
Remember his phone is dead but yet he still tried to get it to work. It took him about 1 1/2 hours to get home although he walked along a busy strip filled with businesses. Never once did he think to go into one to call home. He had his I-pad with him and never once thought to email anyone.
So now he gets home safely, I thank God, and both his dad and I ask him if he wants to stay home because he has missed three classes. He says no because he needed to stay after with his biology teacher to get his grade up. I take him to school and write a note to let them know what happened. He takes the note to the dean. The dean doesn't even read it, he immediately accuse Sonny Boy of oversleeping and thereby missing his bus. He writes a note for Sonny Boy to receive detention for 5 days for being truant, and not the 3 days for being late.
Sonny Boy is livid. But you know what, there is a cost for everything we do. Unfortunately for Sonny Boy his price is sky rocketing.
WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN?
God put it in my spirit that we as parents are responsible for teaching our children the word in our home. It's not like I didn't already know that, but I was not doing it. It was not because I didn't think about it, or that I didn't want to do it. I tried before and it just wasn't working. He was not interested at all.
This time I asked God how to teach Sonny Boy his word. God is the one who created our instruction manual so he would know best. My answer that I received was to start from the beginning. And you know what I did and it worked.
I put family time to study God's word on his responsibility list. So today, being the 1st time, I told Sonny Boy that it was time for us to study the Word. I asked him how much time he would like us to study. He quickly perked up and said 5 to 10 minutes. I repeated it questionably. He then said 5 minutes. I said ok.
I read Genesis, Chap 1, versus 1-4. I asked Sonny Boy what God had done in those versus. His response was that God created the heavens and earth, and saw some light. I said that was good. Then I asked him step by step what God had done. He created, he looked, he said it was good. Yes!
I went on to explain that we are all creators. We create with what we do with our life. I asked him to look back over this past week to see what he (Sonny Boy), had created in his life and was it good. He thought about it and said no, it wasn't good. So I asked Sonny Boy what should he do if what he created over the week wasn't good to him, because if it wasn't good to him then it probably wasn't good to God. He said that he should do it again. I repeated it so he could hear what he said. He then changed it and said that he could do it better.
That was the end of the lesson. We even had a minute or two to spare. It really blew my mind that we could get so much out of such a small part of the bible. Only God.
About a hour later I went to his room and I asked him about his lesson and he actually remembered what he studied and, that he is the creator of his life and he is responsible for his actions being pleasing to him and pleasing to God. Wow, how powerful is that. I am so pumped up for tomorrows lesson. Because as I typed this I read over the lesson and I saw that I missed something along the way. So see if you catch it.
God created, moved, spoke, looked, saw it was good, and lastly divided. If we don't learn anything else, we need to know that our life takes action. We need to be mindful of what we create, move it into being, speak it into existence, look to be sure it is on course and divide it into doable form. Ohhhhhhhh my, I feel a sermon coming on.
This time I asked God how to teach Sonny Boy his word. God is the one who created our instruction manual so he would know best. My answer that I received was to start from the beginning. And you know what I did and it worked.
I put family time to study God's word on his responsibility list. So today, being the 1st time, I told Sonny Boy that it was time for us to study the Word. I asked him how much time he would like us to study. He quickly perked up and said 5 to 10 minutes. I repeated it questionably. He then said 5 minutes. I said ok.
I read Genesis, Chap 1, versus 1-4. I asked Sonny Boy what God had done in those versus. His response was that God created the heavens and earth, and saw some light. I said that was good. Then I asked him step by step what God had done. He created, he looked, he said it was good. Yes!
I went on to explain that we are all creators. We create with what we do with our life. I asked him to look back over this past week to see what he (Sonny Boy), had created in his life and was it good. He thought about it and said no, it wasn't good. So I asked Sonny Boy what should he do if what he created over the week wasn't good to him, because if it wasn't good to him then it probably wasn't good to God. He said that he should do it again. I repeated it so he could hear what he said. He then changed it and said that he could do it better.
That was the end of the lesson. We even had a minute or two to spare. It really blew my mind that we could get so much out of such a small part of the bible. Only God.
About a hour later I went to his room and I asked him about his lesson and he actually remembered what he studied and, that he is the creator of his life and he is responsible for his actions being pleasing to him and pleasing to God. Wow, how powerful is that. I am so pumped up for tomorrows lesson. Because as I typed this I read over the lesson and I saw that I missed something along the way. So see if you catch it.
God created, moved, spoke, looked, saw it was good, and lastly divided. If we don't learn anything else, we need to know that our life takes action. We need to be mindful of what we create, move it into being, speak it into existence, look to be sure it is on course and divide it into doable form. Ohhhhhhhh my, I feel a sermon coming on.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO LET HIM GO?
My heart is torn right now. I want to run after him and fix it. But I know that would keep us in the wilderness of doing the same thing over and over and still getting the same results. The Lord has already told me to trust him so I have to keep that at the forefront. But even trusting in the Lord doesn't make the pain go away. But it is comforting to know that the Lord is with me during the pain.
Here is where my story begins: It's 6:00 a.m. my alarm clock goes off. I call out to Sonny Boy after a couple of minutes to come and turn off my alarm. He grumbles but I hear a NO in there somewhere. His alarm goes off 2 to 3 minutes later. I ask him if he plans to get up on time. He says that he is awake and listening to his music for a minute. I ask him to come into my room for a minute. He asks why? Then says give me a minute. Well a minute turns into 10 minutes. All the while I am trying to think of ways to coax him out of the bed. Finally at 6:25 he comes and jumps into my bed. So I grab the bible and read Colossians 3, vs 18-25. I was actually looking for something different but that was where the Spirit lead me. After that it is approx. 6:33 and I still am trying to coax him up to get ready for school.
Finally he is up an dressed but now it is 7:00a.m. Remember his bus comes around 7:25a.m. So I cook breakfast as he pulls out his I-Pad. I ask him if it is wise to use it at this time. He responds: Yea its wise. I suggest he put all of his stuff at the door so when the school bus comes he would just grab and go. He does that and then back to the I-Pad and listening to the radio. I mention something about time and he just blows me off. So I say ok I'll just mind my business.
It is now 7:23 and I go to the window in the dining room and I see his bus waiting as I call I to Sonny Boy to tell him, the bus drives away. I then tell him that he just missed the bus. He says: you didn't flag him down. I say: No. He says: the door is not open so he thinks no one was home. Mom, you didn't open the door? I say: No, I left it for you. His face fell upon an overwhelming sense of loss. I began to tell him what he needed to do next. He cut me off quickly as he ran to the window again just to be sure that his bus was not out there. I told him that I wouldn't lie to him, I saw the bus and it pulled away. He begs to stay home. I refuse.
I then shared with him that now he has to really catch the city bus from this area. I started to tell him the times and the stop he would have to walk to. As he started to panic, he sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out his I-pad and started playing again. I politely laid down the bus schedule and went back to my dishes. He said, what, you think I can't play and hear too. I then said: If you want the information to get to school you must turn off the I-pad.
He had to dip into his savings again. This time there was no hesitancy. I gave him the information he needed as he moved slowly. I also informed him that a bus will be showing up in 3 minutes but he could count that as a loss. The next bus would be in
15 minutes but by the time he got out of the door he only had 4 minutes to make it to the stop. I didn't even bother to share that. He asked what happens if he misses it. I said: you will just have to wait there until another one comes. As he heads out the door feeling a little lost he asks me what I plan to do today. I answer that I just plan to clean the house. I know that he wanted to ask why I couldn't take him to school but he knew better.
He realize that he didn't charge his phone last night and shares that it is dead this morning. He also shares that he doesn't know where he is going and will probably get lost as he walks out the door leaving the directions on the table. I ask if he needs the directions and point to where they lay. He grabs them and out the door he goes.
I run to the window and watch him pass. I keep telling myself that I have to trust God on this. Every couple of minutes I find myself gravitating to the window just to see if he has returned. I want to go and get my baby and take him to school. I am fearful of what is out there. I ask myself if I am doing the right thing. I keep replaying this morning in my mind. It is taking everything I have in me to not get into my car to make sure he gets on the right bus or even just take him to school on the pretense that he's learned his lesson.
I am feeling the same type of feelings I did when a love relationship broke up. You know, when you feel like you want to hang on to what is no longer wise but comfortable because you know what you have versus the unknown. Your mind is twirling as you think about how you have gotten to this place. You want to throw in the towel and go after him and just pull him back into the fold. You want to cover him with your love in spite of him not being responsible for his part in this love relationship.
I slap myself back into reality and it hits me that this is a lesson for the both of us. His lesson is being responsible for his actions and suffering the consequences. Now that he is in high school, he has to be a better steward of his time. Sonny Boy has to learn that he is ultimately responsible for what he does and when he does it. He has to learn that there is more then one way to do something and it is up to him if he wants to take the hard road or the easy one.
My lesson is learning to not only say I will trust God but to actually trust him. I must take my way out of the situation and let him do his thing because his lessons last a life time and mine only last for the moment. I thank God for the lesson I learn today because it will keep me from being one of those moms who 20 years later is still raising a grown man who never learn to lean on himself and can never commit to anything.
Thank you God for this lesson. Keep them coming. I'm taking off this coat of fear and replacing it with your full armor.
Areverdurchy son. Or however you spell it.
Here is where my story begins: It's 6:00 a.m. my alarm clock goes off. I call out to Sonny Boy after a couple of minutes to come and turn off my alarm. He grumbles but I hear a NO in there somewhere. His alarm goes off 2 to 3 minutes later. I ask him if he plans to get up on time. He says that he is awake and listening to his music for a minute. I ask him to come into my room for a minute. He asks why? Then says give me a minute. Well a minute turns into 10 minutes. All the while I am trying to think of ways to coax him out of the bed. Finally at 6:25 he comes and jumps into my bed. So I grab the bible and read Colossians 3, vs 18-25. I was actually looking for something different but that was where the Spirit lead me. After that it is approx. 6:33 and I still am trying to coax him up to get ready for school.
Finally he is up an dressed but now it is 7:00a.m. Remember his bus comes around 7:25a.m. So I cook breakfast as he pulls out his I-Pad. I ask him if it is wise to use it at this time. He responds: Yea its wise. I suggest he put all of his stuff at the door so when the school bus comes he would just grab and go. He does that and then back to the I-Pad and listening to the radio. I mention something about time and he just blows me off. So I say ok I'll just mind my business.
It is now 7:23 and I go to the window in the dining room and I see his bus waiting as I call I to Sonny Boy to tell him, the bus drives away. I then tell him that he just missed the bus. He says: you didn't flag him down. I say: No. He says: the door is not open so he thinks no one was home. Mom, you didn't open the door? I say: No, I left it for you. His face fell upon an overwhelming sense of loss. I began to tell him what he needed to do next. He cut me off quickly as he ran to the window again just to be sure that his bus was not out there. I told him that I wouldn't lie to him, I saw the bus and it pulled away. He begs to stay home. I refuse.
I then shared with him that now he has to really catch the city bus from this area. I started to tell him the times and the stop he would have to walk to. As he started to panic, he sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out his I-pad and started playing again. I politely laid down the bus schedule and went back to my dishes. He said, what, you think I can't play and hear too. I then said: If you want the information to get to school you must turn off the I-pad.
He had to dip into his savings again. This time there was no hesitancy. I gave him the information he needed as he moved slowly. I also informed him that a bus will be showing up in 3 minutes but he could count that as a loss. The next bus would be in
15 minutes but by the time he got out of the door he only had 4 minutes to make it to the stop. I didn't even bother to share that. He asked what happens if he misses it. I said: you will just have to wait there until another one comes. As he heads out the door feeling a little lost he asks me what I plan to do today. I answer that I just plan to clean the house. I know that he wanted to ask why I couldn't take him to school but he knew better.
He realize that he didn't charge his phone last night and shares that it is dead this morning. He also shares that he doesn't know where he is going and will probably get lost as he walks out the door leaving the directions on the table. I ask if he needs the directions and point to where they lay. He grabs them and out the door he goes.
I run to the window and watch him pass. I keep telling myself that I have to trust God on this. Every couple of minutes I find myself gravitating to the window just to see if he has returned. I want to go and get my baby and take him to school. I am fearful of what is out there. I ask myself if I am doing the right thing. I keep replaying this morning in my mind. It is taking everything I have in me to not get into my car to make sure he gets on the right bus or even just take him to school on the pretense that he's learned his lesson.
I am feeling the same type of feelings I did when a love relationship broke up. You know, when you feel like you want to hang on to what is no longer wise but comfortable because you know what you have versus the unknown. Your mind is twirling as you think about how you have gotten to this place. You want to throw in the towel and go after him and just pull him back into the fold. You want to cover him with your love in spite of him not being responsible for his part in this love relationship.
I slap myself back into reality and it hits me that this is a lesson for the both of us. His lesson is being responsible for his actions and suffering the consequences. Now that he is in high school, he has to be a better steward of his time. Sonny Boy has to learn that he is ultimately responsible for what he does and when he does it. He has to learn that there is more then one way to do something and it is up to him if he wants to take the hard road or the easy one.
My lesson is learning to not only say I will trust God but to actually trust him. I must take my way out of the situation and let him do his thing because his lessons last a life time and mine only last for the moment. I thank God for the lesson I learn today because it will keep me from being one of those moms who 20 years later is still raising a grown man who never learn to lean on himself and can never commit to anything.
Thank you God for this lesson. Keep them coming. I'm taking off this coat of fear and replacing it with your full armor.
Areverdurchy son. Or however you spell it.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
GO AHEAD N BURN THE HOUSE DOWN
Okay. So I awaken on time this morning and let the alarm clock buzz for at least 3 minutes with the intention of irritating Sonny Boy who is still in bed. Mind you, his alarm was buzzing and he went and jumped back into bed. So I advise him that if he doesn't get up, I will come into his room and pour cold water on his face.
Oh, that was all I needed to get a rise out of him. He is on fire and gets up complaining that I have taken his games, music (offensive that's why), t.v., and favorite foods from him and now his sleep, so he has nothing. I ask him to come and sit on my bed as I explain to him that if he hands in all of his homework this week, I would let him play his games over the weekend. He liked that.
I ask him if he would like me to make his breakfast and he says no. Now I already went thru yesterday drama with him and I don't want any problems this morning so I say okay. I think to myself that I might as well get a run in this morning and that way I am out of his hair as he gets ready for school.
Let me interject here: As I am typing this at 10:45p.m. my mind tells me to go and check on Sonny Boy who turned in at 10:00p.m. because he was tired and has to get up at 6:00a.m. Needless to say I just checked on him and he is in bed on the I-Pad. He justifies it by saying he didn't get enough personal read time today. How I keep from slapping him into the middle of next week, I don't know but I hold onto my peace and ask him to turn in now.
Okay, back to the morning. I am back from my run and I open the door and as I step in I smell something burning. I enter the kitchen and the cast iron frying pan is smoking with nothing inside and the fire is lit under it. I look to my right and Sonny Boy is right at the kitchen table undisturbed. I ask if he is finish cooking. He says yes. I then ask him: Why is the frying pay still cooking? Did you not see the smoke? Did you not smell it burning? What were you doing? He responds that he was just eating his bacon. I ask: While the bacon was cooking what were you doing? He responds that he was looking at his I-pad but that was not the reason he was sitting right near the stove unaware that it was still on. He attributed it to being tired. I just looked at him because this could in no way be my son. This must be an imposter because I know that my Sonny Boy has more sense then to be so distracted by his I-Pad that he would let the house burn up with him inside.
Of course now, the I-Pad is restricted from the kitchen while cooking is going on.
Does that mean he won't be eating anymore?
Oh, that was all I needed to get a rise out of him. He is on fire and gets up complaining that I have taken his games, music (offensive that's why), t.v., and favorite foods from him and now his sleep, so he has nothing. I ask him to come and sit on my bed as I explain to him that if he hands in all of his homework this week, I would let him play his games over the weekend. He liked that.
I ask him if he would like me to make his breakfast and he says no. Now I already went thru yesterday drama with him and I don't want any problems this morning so I say okay. I think to myself that I might as well get a run in this morning and that way I am out of his hair as he gets ready for school.
Let me interject here: As I am typing this at 10:45p.m. my mind tells me to go and check on Sonny Boy who turned in at 10:00p.m. because he was tired and has to get up at 6:00a.m. Needless to say I just checked on him and he is in bed on the I-Pad. He justifies it by saying he didn't get enough personal read time today. How I keep from slapping him into the middle of next week, I don't know but I hold onto my peace and ask him to turn in now.
Okay, back to the morning. I am back from my run and I open the door and as I step in I smell something burning. I enter the kitchen and the cast iron frying pan is smoking with nothing inside and the fire is lit under it. I look to my right and Sonny Boy is right at the kitchen table undisturbed. I ask if he is finish cooking. He says yes. I then ask him: Why is the frying pay still cooking? Did you not see the smoke? Did you not smell it burning? What were you doing? He responds that he was just eating his bacon. I ask: While the bacon was cooking what were you doing? He responds that he was looking at his I-pad but that was not the reason he was sitting right near the stove unaware that it was still on. He attributed it to being tired. I just looked at him because this could in no way be my son. This must be an imposter because I know that my Sonny Boy has more sense then to be so distracted by his I-Pad that he would let the house burn up with him inside.
Of course now, the I-Pad is restricted from the kitchen while cooking is going on.
Does that mean he won't be eating anymore?
OH! NO YOU DON'T.
Yesterday, I awaken at 5:30a.m. It is 1/2 hour before my actual time to get up. So I turn around to go back to sleep and my Spirit suggests that I get up and spend a little time with God. So I say ok. I get up and go into my secret place. I am sitting there in stillness and the Lord speaks to my heart. One of the things he tells me is to let go of Sonny Boy. The Lord tells me to just trust him. So of course I say okay. I have been going back and fourth with Sonny Boy about getting up on time in the morning, and his grades. So I have tried all I could do, now God is telling me that he can do what I can't.
So after spending time in Gods presence, my alarm goes off. It is now time for us to get up and to get going. I call Sonny Boy and I notice that his alarm didn't go off. He forgot to set it. He makes a grunting sound as I head to the shower. I pass his room after my shower and he is sitting on his bed with the cover wrapped around him half awake. I let him know one more time that it is time to get up and I expect him downstairs by 6:45a.m.
Well it is 7:05 and Sonny Boy just makes it downstairs to the kitchen. I have his breakfast set on the table. He then says that he has to print his homework 1st. So he goes into the living room. 5 minutes later, I go into the living room and offer to print his homework for him, so he could then go and eat. But no! Sonny Boy says, "I got this". I say okay and head back to the kitchen. At approx. 7:20 he returns to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. I know that he is running out of time because his bus comes at 7:26, so I remind him that he will need his boxing gear today.
As he is coming down the stairs after getting his gear the school bus pulls up. Sonny Boy starts to panic and runs to get his shoes. I stop him and tell him that he cannot catch that bus because he does not have all of his stuff together. I remind him that he needs to eat breakfast, and get his sneakers packed. Then he says that he also needs a check for his lunch.
I remind him that since he missed his school bus, he would have to catch the city bus. Now Sonny Boy knows absolutely nothing about catching a city bus. And to tell you the truth, it has been so long for me that I couldn't even tell him how much the fare would be. So I tell Sonny Boy that he would need at least $2.00 to cover the fare. He tells me that he doesn't have any money. I remind him that he has the stash of money that he is building to eventually buy a playstation 4. He tells me that he is not touching that money and that he will walk to school.
Now common sense knows that he doesn't have a clue how to walk to school even if he had too. His school is not close and his nose is almost always in a game when we are in the car, so I think it would be safe to say he has no sense of direction when it comes to where the school is at. So reluctantly he goes and gets his money out of his stash. I only have an idea of where he needs to catch the bus so I asked him to jump in the car and that I would drop him off at the bus stop. Well, when we get to the stop it is the wrong bus line. So now I am confused as to where he needed to go and my time to be at work is getting close.
I decide that he could ride to work with me and then when I change to my work vehicle, I would drop him off on another bus line that goes right by his school. As we are traveling along the highway, Sonny Boy comments on how it seemed that everyone must be running late. I say no, this is what you call rush hour and they are just trying to make it to work. I then use his question as an in to how inconvenient this morning has turned into because he didn't get up on time. He asks me to take him to school this one time and he will learn the next. He asks me this because he is fearful of catching the city bus. He then expresses concern that he hopes he doesn't get jugged (detention), for getting to school late. I tell him that I can't take him to school because I have to get to work and I am going to be late dropping him at the bus stop.
After we get to my job, we change cars. We are now within a block before we get to his bus stop and I see a bus pass. I am frustrated now and "damn" slips out. I tell him that I will catch up to the bus. So it took me about 6 blocks before I could catch up to the bus. He gets on and as I make a U-turn and pass the bus, I notice that he is on the 11 bus line. He is suppose to be on the 25 line. I just start laughing because this morning has been too comical for me. Everything that could go wrong did. And now this. So I attempt to call him to let him know that he is on the wrong bus. And when he didn't pick up I just left it to God. Because he is the one who told me to trust him. I know that God created this fiasco this morning after Sonny Boy was dragging from the start.
When I got to work I called his school to make sure he made it there. Sure enough he made it to school and he had 4 minutes to spare. How good is God. Only God could teach a lesson this way.
TRUST GOD.
So after spending time in Gods presence, my alarm goes off. It is now time for us to get up and to get going. I call Sonny Boy and I notice that his alarm didn't go off. He forgot to set it. He makes a grunting sound as I head to the shower. I pass his room after my shower and he is sitting on his bed with the cover wrapped around him half awake. I let him know one more time that it is time to get up and I expect him downstairs by 6:45a.m.
Well it is 7:05 and Sonny Boy just makes it downstairs to the kitchen. I have his breakfast set on the table. He then says that he has to print his homework 1st. So he goes into the living room. 5 minutes later, I go into the living room and offer to print his homework for him, so he could then go and eat. But no! Sonny Boy says, "I got this". I say okay and head back to the kitchen. At approx. 7:20 he returns to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. I know that he is running out of time because his bus comes at 7:26, so I remind him that he will need his boxing gear today.
As he is coming down the stairs after getting his gear the school bus pulls up. Sonny Boy starts to panic and runs to get his shoes. I stop him and tell him that he cannot catch that bus because he does not have all of his stuff together. I remind him that he needs to eat breakfast, and get his sneakers packed. Then he says that he also needs a check for his lunch.
I remind him that since he missed his school bus, he would have to catch the city bus. Now Sonny Boy knows absolutely nothing about catching a city bus. And to tell you the truth, it has been so long for me that I couldn't even tell him how much the fare would be. So I tell Sonny Boy that he would need at least $2.00 to cover the fare. He tells me that he doesn't have any money. I remind him that he has the stash of money that he is building to eventually buy a playstation 4. He tells me that he is not touching that money and that he will walk to school.
Now common sense knows that he doesn't have a clue how to walk to school even if he had too. His school is not close and his nose is almost always in a game when we are in the car, so I think it would be safe to say he has no sense of direction when it comes to where the school is at. So reluctantly he goes and gets his money out of his stash. I only have an idea of where he needs to catch the bus so I asked him to jump in the car and that I would drop him off at the bus stop. Well, when we get to the stop it is the wrong bus line. So now I am confused as to where he needed to go and my time to be at work is getting close.
I decide that he could ride to work with me and then when I change to my work vehicle, I would drop him off on another bus line that goes right by his school. As we are traveling along the highway, Sonny Boy comments on how it seemed that everyone must be running late. I say no, this is what you call rush hour and they are just trying to make it to work. I then use his question as an in to how inconvenient this morning has turned into because he didn't get up on time. He asks me to take him to school this one time and he will learn the next. He asks me this because he is fearful of catching the city bus. He then expresses concern that he hopes he doesn't get jugged (detention), for getting to school late. I tell him that I can't take him to school because I have to get to work and I am going to be late dropping him at the bus stop.
After we get to my job, we change cars. We are now within a block before we get to his bus stop and I see a bus pass. I am frustrated now and "damn" slips out. I tell him that I will catch up to the bus. So it took me about 6 blocks before I could catch up to the bus. He gets on and as I make a U-turn and pass the bus, I notice that he is on the 11 bus line. He is suppose to be on the 25 line. I just start laughing because this morning has been too comical for me. Everything that could go wrong did. And now this. So I attempt to call him to let him know that he is on the wrong bus. And when he didn't pick up I just left it to God. Because he is the one who told me to trust him. I know that God created this fiasco this morning after Sonny Boy was dragging from the start.
When I got to work I called his school to make sure he made it there. Sure enough he made it to school and he had 4 minutes to spare. How good is God. Only God could teach a lesson this way.
TRUST GOD.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
ITS RAINING MONEY
This morning as I get out of bed, I remember that Sonny Boy has a walkathon tomorrow and his fundraising sheet is still empty.
It's Halloween and normally we would look forward to celebrating my dads birthday. Dad has past on to greater Glory. So I thought to celebrate his birthday by writing a check for the walkathon in his memory.
Sonny Boy is now 14. So I decided to run it by him to see what his response would be. Here is how it went: Me: Hey what do you think about me writing a check for $80 for the walkathon in your granddads name. Sonny Boy: Oh no, you don't have to do that. One of the boys at my school has collect hundreds of dollars so all of us that don't put money in is covered by him. Besides you pay enough for me to go to this school. Me: Yea, but I bet his money is not dedicated to your granddad. So take this money and remember to hand it in, please.
Then he goes on to tell me a story about a recent party at school where a kid has various denominations of money in his hand and he just throws it up and into the crowd. Sonny Boy shows me in one quick movement how fast the 1st bill was snatched out of the air. He said it was so quick that you couldn't even see it disappear. But it didn't take long for the rest of the crowd to catch on. He said that his friend got ahold of $10 and he got two dollars. Lastly he saw 15 boys on a dollar bill. I asked if they gave the money back? Of course the answer was no. Sonny Boy said: What? What u mean? I didn't know who he was. It's not like I saw the person. Besides he was throwing it up in the air.
I guess it is safe to say, when it comes to money there are bound to be surprises.
It's Halloween and normally we would look forward to celebrating my dads birthday. Dad has past on to greater Glory. So I thought to celebrate his birthday by writing a check for the walkathon in his memory.
Sonny Boy is now 14. So I decided to run it by him to see what his response would be. Here is how it went: Me: Hey what do you think about me writing a check for $80 for the walkathon in your granddads name. Sonny Boy: Oh no, you don't have to do that. One of the boys at my school has collect hundreds of dollars so all of us that don't put money in is covered by him. Besides you pay enough for me to go to this school. Me: Yea, but I bet his money is not dedicated to your granddad. So take this money and remember to hand it in, please.
Then he goes on to tell me a story about a recent party at school where a kid has various denominations of money in his hand and he just throws it up and into the crowd. Sonny Boy shows me in one quick movement how fast the 1st bill was snatched out of the air. He said it was so quick that you couldn't even see it disappear. But it didn't take long for the rest of the crowd to catch on. He said that his friend got ahold of $10 and he got two dollars. Lastly he saw 15 boys on a dollar bill. I asked if they gave the money back? Of course the answer was no. Sonny Boy said: What? What u mean? I didn't know who he was. It's not like I saw the person. Besides he was throwing it up in the air.
I guess it is safe to say, when it comes to money there are bound to be surprises.
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