Dance Class

Well as most of you know Roz is in dance class. This year tap and jazz. She enjoys it a lot. About twice a year; we as parents are able to go into the dance studio to watch there growth. We also get to see some of there dance that they will be performing at their recital. The dance school that we send Roz to believe that the kids will do better if the parents are not watching all the time. It's a turn from any other kind of sport. Where the parents can sit on the sidelines at practices. Yelling at the kids that they are not paying attention or trying hard enough. I do find it more relaxing and I'm sure Rozalynn does too. These are some pictures that I took tonight. Roz is the girl in the pink. Not the greatest pics, but I took them from my phone.

Kids

How come when you have small kids the house never seems to stay clean? What's up with that. I feel sometimes that all we do is clean the house. Then when you done cleaning; all of a sudden out the corner of your eye you see a hand from under the couch. Darn dolls, or a sock here and a sock there. It can drive you mad. No wonder when I do laundry I can't match up all the socks. They have legs, and they walk off, and go hide. Because no one knows how they got under the sit cushions do they!
Okay I'm done venting!

Well I haven't been up too much. Just working. yeh! Trianing a new guy at work. Keanul has joined wrestling. He seems to enjoy it. It's his first year; he thought he'd give it a go. He has been coming home from practice pretty pooped. I just hope he keeps his grades up.

I hope everyone had a great holiday season! Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. Been busy working. Need to make up for the Christmas season. It's funny you work hard for the Christmas season and than work even harder after.

Well, one of my Christmas present that I got was Deanna Favre's book. It's a great read. There is a poem that I would like to share. It was written by Carol Wimmer.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I got lost!
That's why I chose this way."

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak with human pride,
I'm confessing that I stumble--
needing God to be my guide.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong,
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success,
I'm admitting that I've failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't think I know it all,
I submit to my confusion,
asking humbly to be taught.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible,
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartache,
which is why I seek His name.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority --
I only know I'm loved.

Merry Christmas!!

As we speak my ham and turkey are cooking right now. So I have a sweet aroma of cherries and almonds in the air from the ham glaze. Soon it will be apples and walnuts. hmm Christmas dinner. Can't wait for the family to come to share good food, laughter, and good company. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!

Music On Christmas Morning

This something I found in my women's bible. A song that was written by Anne Bronte.


Music I love - but ne'er a strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine;
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
upon the wintery breezes borne.

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below...

With them, I celebrate his birth;
Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
Good will to men, and peace on Earth,
To us a Savior King is given;
Our God is come to claim His own,
And Satan's power is overthrown!

A sinless God, for sinful men,
Descends to suffer and to bleed;
Hell must renounce its empire then;
The price is pain, the world is freed,
And Satan's self must now confess,
That Christ has earned a right to bless.

~ Anne Bronte (1820-1849)

Caught Up in the Hype

Do you ever feel that you are losing yourself in Christmas? That the idea of Christmas is gone? What happened? Why am I saying idea instead of spirit?

As I and many others out there get caught up in the gimmicks, the idea, and the falsified image. The gadgets, the technology, and the junk. I feel that I am not teaching my children the real meaning of Christmas. The expectation of gifts are getting greater and greater each year. I see it more now that I have two children. I have no one to blame except for myself, and maybe the media. So as I talk with Rick about this today. I said to him next year's Christmas is going to be different. We are not buying are children any gadgets, game systems, or electrical devices. We are not going to ask them, we are going to just buy what ever.

Christmas is not about the gifts we give or about what we receive. It's about the birth of Jesus Christ. The man we owe everything to. The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of Jesus. Him being brought into your life for the good. Doing good deeds for others. Christmas should not be this depressing and stressful. We do this to ourselves. We should be enjoying and celebrating the birth of our Savior.

Mt 1:21
She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,
because he will save his people from their sins.

Mt 2:10-11
When they saw the star, they were overjoyed.
On coming to the house, they saw a child with his mother Mary,
and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their
treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and
of myrrh.

The Mom Song

A friend of mine shown me this clip on Youtube. I think it's quit a catchy tune. I know all the mom's out there well like this one.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM