Once upon a time there was a boy named Jesus, God was his dad. He had the Holy Spirit in him. They were all the same. They all loved you, they loved everybody in the whole world. Jesus grew up, he didn’t ever sin but he died on the cross, he did nothing wrong. He died on the cross, it hurt really bad and he bled a lot. He died because he was good and to pay for our sins. Sins are bad things you do. Like hitting or pinching and standing on people. Everybody sins. Satan helps people sin, Satan is Bad.
God is good, he made us, he is perfect for you. God is so Perfect that bad can’t be around him. If you sin you die, but Jesus died for us so we don’t have to die. If you don’t want to go to hell you tell Jesus thank you for what he did, you believe God is Jesus’ dad and that he gave his son for you. When you believe in Jesus the Holy Spirit lives in your heart. The Holy Spirit is a helper. He helps you do what is right. This is my story about that. This is not made up it is true. God is everybody’s daddy, and we can call him Daddy or God. He loves us. I’m going to call God Daddy cause he is my heaven Daddy.

Do you believe in this story?

This morning I got a commission $26.97 check from
Christianbook.com

from a link I put up 4 yrs ago. I decided to go ahead and renew
So here I am, and maybe I’ll be back tomorrow.

The 11 yr old and 6 yr ran into the bathroom as I got ready for the concert last week.  The little one held tight to something as the big one did his best to pry it out of his hand.  While they struggled over the hidden object they tried to convince each other that whatever it was belonged to them first.  They were more worked up than they had been in a long time.  The arguments in our house never get physical but this one looked like it could only end in a knock out.  Still putting on my mascara I extended my left hand and motioned to them to give me what ever it was they were fighting over.  It was a rock.  A little round rock.  ”This, this is what you’re fighting about?”  They both burst out in defense of their cause, the rock obviously belonged to each of them and the other had stolen it!  Already late for the concert and not in the mood to deal with it, I put the rock in my pocket and told them to separate and go pray and see what God thought about the rock.  Honestly I wasn’t exercising some great parenting act, I really just wanted them out of the bathroom.

I enjoyed about five minutes of silence when Joshua, the six year old walked into the room.  ”Mom, I talked to God about the rock” he said.  

“Ok, what did he say?” I asked.  

“He don’t care about the rock, he says it’s just a rock” he answered.  He then told me he didn’t need the rock any more and I could just give it to Kaleb.

-–Let me interject right here, to Joshua there is no such thing as “just a rock”

A few minutes later Kaleb, the 11yr old entered.  ”Mom, I talked to God about the rock”

“Yes?”

” The Lord says it’s just a rock and it doesn’t matter, He says that a brother’s love is stronger than a rock” Kaleb proclaimed.

Joshua walked in at the end of Kaleb’s statement and they both hugged and asked each other for forgiveness.  I asked them what I should do with the rock, they said I could throw it out they didn’t care, then Joshua said maybe I should give it to Riker since he too appreciates a good rock.  Kaleb then said maybe we should put it in a shadow box and write on the glass: “A brother’s love is stronger than a rock”.  Joshua liked this idea and so it was agreed upon.  They both left happy with the situation.

Later as we were leaving the house Joshua said, “Mom, when you’re old and you go to heaven and we’re all trying to decide what to do with your stuff, if we start fighting about who gets what, we can say: Wait; It’s all just rocks!”

Later at the concert I shared the story with a friend, he looked at the rock and said yeh it looks like a rock but really its a thingy-ma-jig (ok I don’t remember exactly what he called it)  He said that at Valero they put the thingy-ma-jigs in the whats-a-callit (yeah don’t remember that either) and they spin around and eventually turn round and smooth and wait for it…radioactive.  Ok, I’m not sure if that’s true or not but I did at that time decide not to carry it in my pocket.  Later when telling someone else the story they told me the same thing.  Now I’m kind of wondering, it’s not like anyone had time to get together and say hey lets tell Jami she has a radioactive rock… To top it off we bought the house from someone who used to work at Valero.

Still not sure I’m buying but we’re now officially calling it the radio active rock.  So this story had two points.

One- My kids are pretty awesome

Two- If there is a radioactive rock in the back yard my boys will find it.

I’m testing the Facebook app.  Trying to see if I can merge my facebook activity with my non blogging activity.  Maybe we could make Dad a bit happier

By Francis Chan with Danae Yankoski

The God of the universe is crazy about you! His love is the most powerful thing in the world and He wants to give it to you, so you can live for Him. If you have made a commitment to follow Christ, then read “Crazy Love” to be reminded and challenged in your walk. Sharing from his own life struggles and sacrifices, author Francis Chan issues a call for selfless, Christ-like living. Let the love you have received from God impact your life like never before. ]]> http://jamileigh.com/blog/2009/05/05/crazy-love/feed/ 0 http://jamileigh.com/blog/2009/05/05/crazy-love/ http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jamileighcom/~3/e92V-KnA5s8/ http://jamileigh.com/blog/2009/05/05/for-dad/#comments Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:09 +0000 Jami Leigh http://jamileigh.com/blog/?p=1141 Look Dad I’m putting something on my blog.

My dad comments frequently how much he’d rather my sister and I blog than facebook.  He misses the days we used to actually write things, take pictures and put actual effort into our sharing.

I give him all the blah blah blah about how we don’t have time any more how my blog is busted and I don’t want to fix it and how facebook is easier blah blah blah.

Excuses.

Maybe, maybe its just a time that was and is no more.

Most of what I want to share now days is “confidential”  and all the “cute kid” stories now belong to kids who are old enough to not want their mishaps shared with the world.

I used to have the time to disect each word, each possible way it be perceived and now I don’t.  Words are funny, I can type something on this side of my screen and you will hear a completely different something on that side of your screen.  It takes a lot of time to make sure I don’t confuse/mislead/ offend the masses.  Not that there are masses, I used to have hundreds, now I have none.  Know why?  If you don’t write it, they won’t read it.  I’m kinda okay with that.  I like being more relevant in the real world than I am in the cyber world.  I like that I’m not going to edit this paragraph, that I don’t care if it’s grammatically correct or if my spell check is off.  Or even if Mrs. Stalder may happen upon it and make me rewrite it till I get an A.

There you go Dad, I wrote something.

There you go Mom, It was Random.