Anybody know the difference between those two? ^^ Me neither. And what exactly is a “tid” anyway? Hold on a sec…
Well, I’m smarter than I was just a minute ago. A bit is something small or short. A tidbit is a delicate morsel. In fact, the word “tid” means “tender, soft, nice.” Sadly though, while it once held its own as a real word, it’s now only used in “tidbit.”
And even more sadly, none of what I have to say is going to remotely resemble a “delicate morsel.” And it may not even be small or short. I really should change my title. But then those last 3 paragraphs would make no sense. And I worked so hard on them.
Let’s see…where to start?
Ava. So, we’ve been asking her lately, “Ava dear, wouldn’t you just love to learn how to ride your bike without training wheels?” She usually responds with a huff and a “no” and adds a little spin-on-the-heel and walks away. We do make Ava obey her parents, but we also pick our fights with her. If she doesn’t want to ride a 2-wheeler, no biggie.
She decided yesterday she was ready. Gabe was the designated teacher. I sometimes accuse him of impatience, but in all reality, he’s amazing when it comes to teaching our kids. I’m the impatient one. He taught Livi how to ride a bike (last summer maybe?). Three days later she was an old pro. He also taught her how to tie her shoes. And fly a kite. And play soccer. And a billion other things.
Anyway, so Ava and Gabe spend about 30 quality minutes together last night on the sidewalk in front of our house. She didn’t really seem to be getting the hang of it. We go in for supper. Livi and Ava go play with Sophie. They ask to ride bikes a little before bath and bed. Sure.
They go out this morning after breakfast. Livi comes running inside. “Mommy, you’ve got to watch Ava!” I go outside, and oh my word. My daughter is flying down the sidewalk on her bike. She was beside herself with pride and joy. I’m so excited for her. She’s reading. She’s riding a bike. What’s next??
God provides, you know that? We’re trusting Him big-time at the moment for our zoo trip next week. We don’t presently have the funds. And the check we were expecting this week? Well, the guy told Gabe this morning that he just doesn’t have the $ to pay him right now. Awesome.
But we have faith that something else will come up. An unexpected check. A 50-book order on my website. A winning lottery ticket.
God is already doing some amazing little (but huge to me!) things. Some I won’t share, but they’re stinkin’ cool. Some I will share. I e-mailed all 4 zoos and asked them if they could get together a packet for us when we come, maybe throw in some free carousel rides or admission tickets. I heard back from Pittsburgh. We already get in FREE with our C-bus passes. And Nichole can get us some discounts to the Cleveland Zoo. And Akron e-mailed me today and said, “How about some FREE admission?” I’m calling the Erie Zoo this afternoon.
Thank you, God!
Got a call from Planned Parenthood last night. I hung up on them. I should have given them a polite earful about my pro-life stance, but I was fixing supper and wasn’t in the mood. We got a petition in the mail they want us to sign to give rape survivors “emergency contraception” in the ER. They make it sound so great. “Commonsense legislation” and “I was raped. Then the ER doctor refused to give me medication to avoid getting pregnant. I felt powerless and victimized all over again.” I wonder why they don’t say, “The doctor refused to give me a just-in-case abortion.” You can’t undo a pregnancy.
And I read something yesterday about sex education in schools. To prevent kids from getting diseases, they offer them “safe” alternatives like cuddling naked and showering together. As early as age 12.
I want to vomit.
Instead I’m going to pray. For protection for my babies. For Christ’s quick return. For God to once and for all reconcile this smelly earth to Him.
To end on a happy note, Gabe has a photo session tonight with some of the OSU Buckeyes football players (he’s taking the pics, not posing for them). There are a handful of them that are Christians and want some photos done for their ministry called The Main Event. I’m trying to convince him not to wear a Hokies shirt.
Have a beautiful Thursday!