Monday Musings

Psalms 19:2 "Day unto day uttereth speech, And night unto night showeth knowledge. 3) There is no speech nor language; Their voice is not heard."

Some people fuss and kick at Monday mornings. I'm self-employed so I get to (partially) choose my week and happenings. Interspersed this week with doctor's appointments, which I wholeheartedly dislike, are things I need to do and things I want to do. I want to finish my 'ugly pots' and other projects that need the final touches. A coming event we are working on is a VBS, or vacation Bible school. We haven't done one for quite some time. A few years ago my health got to where I stopped teaching my Sunday morning class, so this is a long over-due event.

Many congregations buy VBS packages that have all the handy dandy stuff for classes. People use them and some are successful. I'm somewhat hesitant in prepackaged stuff like this. We had older friends that were quite sure that the boughten Bible work books were part of the reason his younger children never accepted the gospel.

I'm not weighing in on that one, but I've been on several missionary campaigns in which we held VBS in different countries and we always made our own class materials. Not that we did all the art work, but we innovated and coordinated the teaching text (from the scriptures) handwork (art/craft work) to fit each class. It is a lot of work, but the results are unique.

And a teacher (should) learn two to three times the amount of information more than the student. If they don't they've missed something.

So, that's on the docket for the next week or so, and then there are dishes. I have plants up in my already planted ugly pots, but they are coming rather slowly. Not at all like the pumpkins and squash I put in temporary containers. I love watching pumpkins and squash. They almost jump out of the ground. When the weather is warm and damp, they look like a spring. If given the chance. A few years ago we had a field mouse or squinty (ground squirrel) go through the planting of pumpkin, squash, and fall gourds and eat most of the seeds. I do hope he got a belly ache.

My youngest son sent me a song last week called 'Little Boxes'. It's an ancient song he thought he remembered me singing to him. I remember the song, but I can't remember singing it. Now, however, that it has been shared to me (sound of clearing of the throat here) it's somewhat stuck in my head, and yes, I'm kind of singing it. Thanks Buddy. Love him lots. And then there are dishes.

Yes, Monday there are usually dishes. One thing about dishes, and housework in general it doesn't seem to go away.

My sister and I were talking about potted plants and flowers inside the house. She adamantly said there was no dirt in her house-as in potted plants. My daughter and I both decided to set as a goal 'no dirt in our houses', but potted plants can be nice. Just keep the dirt in the pots. So that's another project for this week. Vacuum and sweep like I'm getting rid of the dirt. If I could wink here I would. And I'll leave you with a poem:

Thank God For Dirty Dishes

Thank God for dirty dishes;They have a tale to tell.

While others may go hungry,We're eating very well

With home, health, and happiness,I shouldn't want to fuss;

By the stack of evidence,God's been very good to us.

Author: Mary Stuber