I had to get some vaccinations recently, and it hurt some. But at least I understand that a little pain is better than the big pain of the disease I could get otherwise. But when it’s your baby that’s getting the inoculations, that’s tough. The baby is bawling when he gets the shot and he’s looking at you like, “Don’t you love me, mommy and daddy? Why are you letting this happen to me?” If you tried to explain that you’re putting them through this pain because you love them, they wouldn’t understand anyway, but it is because you love them.
Happy Labor Day! It’s a day most of us celebrate by not laboring. But tomorrow, back to work! Maybe to a job you love or maybe to a job you (you fill in the blank). There is a way you can love your job, no matter what.
Hope you have great weather this weekend, because it’s one of the big cookout and picnic times of the year. As noisy as your picnic might be, it’s nothing compared to what may be the strangest picnic in American history. It was 1861…the Civil War had just begun and the Confederate Army was advancing on Washington, D. C. The battle with the Union Army would be joined at a creek in Northern Virginia called Bull Run. Meanwhile, the ladies and gentlemen of Washington left church and headed for a Sunday afternoon picnic on a hill overlooking Bull Run. Incredibly, they were having their picnic as soldiers were dying on the battlefield below.
It’s that “changing seasons” time of the year. About time to start changing clothes; to go through the wardrobe and put away the short sleeves, get out the long sleeves. It won’t be long before it will be time to break out the sweaters. At different seasons, different clothes, right, but same skin.
As I see kids heading off to school these days, I remember the days we were sending off our little Hutchcrafts. Their mother would tell them helpful things like “don’t forget your homework” and “avoid mean dogs.” I’d send them off with two little words, “Go MAD!” The neighbors probably thought I had, but this wasn’t about insanity. It was a challenge to live God’s way when no one else is. It might be what your kids need…or maybe even their parents.
