i’ve mentioned here before that i feel i transform into “ms. sunday school teacher” when i try to weave scripture into my words when i’m talking to my boys. i think i’m getting over that. practice has made it less awkward. but now i cringe when i realize i almost always use scripture when disciplining/correcting them. great. i don’t think they’re connecting joy with what i’m teaching them. i started rereading lou priolo’s “teach them diligently.” one of his overarching themes is teaching scriptures in the milieu (life’s surroundings and circumstances). this is pretty much the opposite of what i’ve been doing. i’ve been reacting rather than being proactive in teaching and leading through scripture in all aspects of our days. i love his use of the illustration of annie sullivan teaching helen keller her first word, “water,” while running her hands through it.
Why did Helen leave that flower-covered well-house with a whole new attitude about life in general and learning in particular? It was because she understood for the first time that what her mentor was trying to teach her had to do with life. When she realized that the truth she was learning on one hand had to do with the things she was experiencing on the other hand, she became excited…she saw the relevancy of what she was learning to what she was experiencing.
relevancy. love that word. my poor boys probably thing the majority of the bible is only relevant to correcting yelling, sharing (or the lack of), pinching, and the occasional melt down. working on it…
and in the midst of my self-made parenting drama, i’ve got oven drama. if you’re in the market for a new range and think that gas stovetop will make up for the lousy gas oven – walk away. i’d take my slow as can be electric range for an electric oven any day. the oven casualty count for the past 5 days is 2 recipes with a third rescued just before disaster. evidently, if you put two cookie sheets in the oven and the temp is over 400, the oven gets overwhelmed and shoots up to 600 degrees. that’s right. six. hundred. degrees. so long roasted potato salad and batch of granola. the banana bread was salvaged, though.
no sewing drama. there’s not actually been much sewing. but i finally used my purl soho gift certificate so this anna maria horner fabric will soon be made into a birdie sling. and if it goes off without a hitch, i’m hoping to splurge on some echino fabric and make up another one similar to this. love it.