I know some of you are elated and others of you grieved or even fearful. I understand those sentiments though I do not share them for necessarily the same reasons. I am not grieved that Obama is president. I think it is wonderful how far our country has come that we will soon have an African American president. God, please forgive our country, our ancestors, us, for our ignorance of the past…we as a nation were not good stewards of the lives of countless slaves…Your children…Your creation…No, his being president doesn’t grieve me just as Clinton as a person, a human, one of God’s creation, did not grieve me way back when. I am grieved that he does not cherish human life in the same way I do…but as my dear friend said today, “Why is this even an issue? Why does a human’s opinion on when life begins even matter since life begins at the moment of conception…when God designed it to begin? This isn’t up for debate! Pregnancy tests are now early result based…let’s see, you have sex when you ovulate, approximately two weeks later, presto chango, there are stripes on the pregnancy test when positive.” We are all accountable for our own choices…accountable to God whether we believe in Him or not. That’s a lot to chew on.
I am sad for John McCain because I believe he would have served our country with honor, and let’s face it, 4 more years for him…not a likely candidate again, he’s be like a hundred or something. McCain and I share many of the same ideals, morally speaking, as well as politically and I know that if he were president I would have been able to ‘rest’ knowing that I needn't worry about certain issues or if my president was representing my best interests, as well as my fellow citizens, or not. I guess I’ll just wait 8 years and vote for Palin, the first female president…
Honestly, I am grieved over other things…I am grieved that some Christians are walking around with anxiety, gripped with fear that O is the Antichrist. I am also grieved that other Christians are walking around rejoicing in a man’s ability to save them from all their sorrows, all their pain, their financial woes, and who knows what else. If people were to actually read the Bible they would see that God has always been aware of who is in office and at times, appointed leaders to teach His children lessons.
I am grieved that for some, so much emotion is put into a political election that when their candidate wins or loses, some actually think it is the saving answer or the end of the world…So? What if it is? What if it is the end of the world? Why does that thought provoke paralyzing fear in some people, namely people who claim the name of Christ? Either God is on the throne or He’s not…He is who He says He is or He’s not…either He is truth or He isn’t…either He knows what He’s doing, or well, if He doesn’t, we are all screwed, frankly, so none of this really matters…I rest in the peace of knowing that God is good, He is on the throne, and that He loves us too much to allow us to become complacent...He is sifting, therefore, He disciplines those He loves.
Why do we fight discipline and refining when it comes from a loving Father? Hebrews says that God disciplines His sons. He is calling us His children, but obviously He’s not too happy with our spoiled behavior lately. Hebrews 12:11 says, “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who are trained by it.” Here’s what it does not say: “I love you so much that I’ll never tell you ‘NO’, ground you, take away the keys to the car, spank your buns, or put you in time out (hello…40 years in the wilderness…serious time out!). I’ll always give you whatever you want because what you want is surely better than what I think I know is best for you…seeing as how I made you and all.” My guess is God might be thinking, “Oh no! My people have Me confused for Santa Claus again! I hate it when that happens…they are always so disappointed!”
As far as being ‘elated’, that particular sentiment is how I feel regarding the end of the world as we know it. I don’t think O is the Antichrist. Jesus said He was coming back soon. He said that 2000 years ago. I’m taking Him at His word and living like today could be ‘soon’. No, I’m not looking forward to trials and tribulation, I’m not a freak job or self-professed martyr! I am, however, so excited to meet the Savior of my soul. The very One that chose to love me and die for my sins long ago on a cross between two actually guilty guys…the One that promised never to leave me nor forsake me. Face to face, or hopefully I’ll get a chance to gaze upon His feet. Either way, He’s the reason for my elation. He is the reason I hope. He knows our hearts, if we daily seek His truth or try to cover up our lies with facades. He is interested in coming for His Bride.
I believe everything happens for a reason. From my own personal experience, I have said it before and will say it again, if Noah had been miraculously healed on this earth I would have been grateful, thankful, and even given God the glory…for a while anyway. Knowing myself, unfortunately too well, I would have flaked out and become comfortable again, complacent. I’m not saying there are days that go by where I don't slack and try to figure out my place in this world. What I am saying is that because I have had the gut wrenching privilege of laying my son physically before the Lord, hoping for a miracle, but trusting God’s greater will instead, I have also gained the inexplicable peace of having for myself a treasure laid up in heaven. It sucks that we had to lose Noah in order to gain eternal perspective and begin our passionate pursuit serving the Lord. I don’t wish that upon anyone, but at the same time, I am so humbled and grateful God chose Noah’s journey to coincide with our own. Because of it, I am not swayed. I do not fear man.
What’s really got me sad is that the people of the day believed ‘Messiah’ would come through royalty or political venues…how is this different than sentiments of today? Jesus said to the woman at the well, “Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth.” Our Savior is not a man in his 70’s with white hair and a beautiful wife nor is he a black man in his 40’s with two young girls and a wife that needs Oprah’s fashion stylist. He is seated on the throne, praying for all of us, earnestly seeking our hearts, waiting upon the Father to give the go ahead.
As a follower of Christ we are first citizens of heaven, not America…if it were not so, why are there Christ followers around the globe? Government cannot dictate how we worship God or follow Christ if we worship Him in spirit. Fear can dictate how we worship Him, however…and ignorance. Read Matthew 24 and 25 for what Jesus said about all this…He’s way smarter than me, OBVIOUSLY, so read what He has to say…and then ask Him how to worship Him in spirit and in truth. He is faithful.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I've been thinking about the way Jesus taught His disciples how to pray, from Matthew chapter 6...
"And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. This, then, is how you should pray:
'Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.'"
Here is the same passage in the Message version:
"And when you come before God, don't turn that into a theatrical production either. All these people making a regular show out of their prayers, hoping for stardom! Do you think God sits in a box seat?
Here's what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won't be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace.
The world is full of so-called prayer warriors who are prayer-ignorant. They're full of formulas and programs and advice, peddling techniques for getting what you want from God. Don't fall for that nonsense. This is your Father you are dealing with, and he knows better than you what you need. With a God like this loving you, you can pray very simply. Like this:
'Our Father in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what's best-
as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil.
You're in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You're ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.'"
There are so many things that I love about the way Jesus mapped out prayer for us. Yes, it is a prayer that we can say from our hearts, but it has also become rote for many. It wasn't meant to be rote...it was a teaching on how intimate our Father in heaven is and how we can come to Him with anything since Jesus said prior to leading into the prayer, "...your Father knows what you need before you ask him." He didn't say that so we don't pray..."Oh well, God knows every scenario, He knows what I need so I don't even need to talk to Him about it" or "He's got it all figured out, the whole wide world, so my prayers won't make a difference anyway"... That's not what Jesus meant either. Prayer is communication with God, pure and simple. How refreshing to know that God knows our hearts so intimately that we can come before Him and say, "Here I am Lord. I am: overwhelmed; afraid; confused; frustrated; angry; grateful; hopeless; hopeful; unsure of Your will; hungry for You but don't know what that looks like; etc. etc." Again, the concept I've said before that there is no such thing as a secret, so just be straight up with God.
Prior to that Jesus was talking about being 'wordy' in prayer. Research has said that on average women speak between 15,000 and 20,000 words a day. I know women on either side of that spectrum and I know I've been guilty of blowing that statistic out of the water. I know I've come to God with too many words at times. It's usually when I'm anxious, fearful, feeling overwhelmed, actually, when I think about it, it's when I'm feeling 'insecure' in who I am in God...not trying to impress God, but trying to make sure He gets what I'm trying to say...funny, huh?! "Lord, let me 'splain the details since You might be too busy with the Universe and all. I just want to make sure You get it...oh, and while I'm here, talking to You, let me offer some suggestions on how this could turn out for me and for everyone else involved, everyone wins, You get the glory...I've got some great ideas, You should hear them..."
I've been thinking about the way Jesus taught us to pray in light of the stories in the Bible and in light of current events, especially where the outlook was potentially grim or the journey quite tragic. Regarding "The Lord's Prayer", the beginning is a time of blessing God's name and establishing trust in Him for His will, His overall plan, His specific plans for each of us. The second part is a 'one day at a time' prayer: food, our attitudes, living selflessly. The third I find particularly interesting in light of Job's life: 'lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one'. Essentially, "Lord, help me keep my eyes on You in the midst of everything around me. I know the devil hates my guts and will do anything to deter my heart and passionate pursuit of You. Help me not be tempted to give into his lies...I know You are good...I just don't understand this mess."
In light of today's verdict, I just want to encourage us all that God is on the throne. He knows what He's doing. He has never intended us to live here on earth physically separated from Him. But since we do temporarily, He has made a way for us to be tenderly connected to Him. It's through prayer. Not rote prayer, but praying on all occasions and in all circumstances. Talking to Him as if He's sitting right there, on that chair, next to you, intently listening to your heart...a heart torn between heaven, your true home, and earth, the home where you currently dwell...
"And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. This, then, is how you should pray:
'Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.'"
Here is the same passage in the Message version:
"And when you come before God, don't turn that into a theatrical production either. All these people making a regular show out of their prayers, hoping for stardom! Do you think God sits in a box seat?
Here's what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won't be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace.
The world is full of so-called prayer warriors who are prayer-ignorant. They're full of formulas and programs and advice, peddling techniques for getting what you want from God. Don't fall for that nonsense. This is your Father you are dealing with, and he knows better than you what you need. With a God like this loving you, you can pray very simply. Like this:
'Our Father in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what's best-
as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil.
You're in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You're ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.'"
There are so many things that I love about the way Jesus mapped out prayer for us. Yes, it is a prayer that we can say from our hearts, but it has also become rote for many. It wasn't meant to be rote...it was a teaching on how intimate our Father in heaven is and how we can come to Him with anything since Jesus said prior to leading into the prayer, "...your Father knows what you need before you ask him." He didn't say that so we don't pray..."Oh well, God knows every scenario, He knows what I need so I don't even need to talk to Him about it" or "He's got it all figured out, the whole wide world, so my prayers won't make a difference anyway"... That's not what Jesus meant either. Prayer is communication with God, pure and simple. How refreshing to know that God knows our hearts so intimately that we can come before Him and say, "Here I am Lord. I am: overwhelmed; afraid; confused; frustrated; angry; grateful; hopeless; hopeful; unsure of Your will; hungry for You but don't know what that looks like; etc. etc." Again, the concept I've said before that there is no such thing as a secret, so just be straight up with God.
Prior to that Jesus was talking about being 'wordy' in prayer. Research has said that on average women speak between 15,000 and 20,000 words a day. I know women on either side of that spectrum and I know I've been guilty of blowing that statistic out of the water. I know I've come to God with too many words at times. It's usually when I'm anxious, fearful, feeling overwhelmed, actually, when I think about it, it's when I'm feeling 'insecure' in who I am in God...not trying to impress God, but trying to make sure He gets what I'm trying to say...funny, huh?! "Lord, let me 'splain the details since You might be too busy with the Universe and all. I just want to make sure You get it...oh, and while I'm here, talking to You, let me offer some suggestions on how this could turn out for me and for everyone else involved, everyone wins, You get the glory...I've got some great ideas, You should hear them..."
I've been thinking about the way Jesus taught us to pray in light of the stories in the Bible and in light of current events, especially where the outlook was potentially grim or the journey quite tragic. Regarding "The Lord's Prayer", the beginning is a time of blessing God's name and establishing trust in Him for His will, His overall plan, His specific plans for each of us. The second part is a 'one day at a time' prayer: food, our attitudes, living selflessly. The third I find particularly interesting in light of Job's life: 'lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one'. Essentially, "Lord, help me keep my eyes on You in the midst of everything around me. I know the devil hates my guts and will do anything to deter my heart and passionate pursuit of You. Help me not be tempted to give into his lies...I know You are good...I just don't understand this mess."
In light of today's verdict, I just want to encourage us all that God is on the throne. He knows what He's doing. He has never intended us to live here on earth physically separated from Him. But since we do temporarily, He has made a way for us to be tenderly connected to Him. It's through prayer. Not rote prayer, but praying on all occasions and in all circumstances. Talking to Him as if He's sitting right there, on that chair, next to you, intently listening to your heart...a heart torn between heaven, your true home, and earth, the home where you currently dwell...
Friday, October 31, 2008
18 years...half my life
I met Jason on Halloween night eighteen years ago...I've known him now half my life. I think that's pretty cool!
Anyway, presenting...Sacajawea and her cousin, Rico Suave!
Em loves native American girls. She really had fun dressing like Sacajawea. She was pretty cute!
Before the black hairspray...
Here she is looking for Lewis and Clark...where did they run off to?
Xavy the polyester 70's guy...
Anyway, presenting...Sacajawea and her cousin, Rico Suave!
Em loves native American girls. She really had fun dressing like Sacajawea. She was pretty cute!
Before the black hairspray...
Here she is looking for Lewis and Clark...where did they run off to?
Xavy the polyester 70's guy...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Part 3 happened...
*Note: The asterisk was used to break up the spelling of the body parts not because they are dirty but because when people do word searches for p*orn on the Internet, Noah's site doesn't come up...since it's not p*orn and all...
Monday I thought we were done with the conversation for a while...like a long while. But, notsomuch. Tuesday Em was curious about adoption. She wanted to know the reasons why some people adopted children and from whom and where those children came. The setting was the car and I wasn't cracking up to the point of tears this time. I actually had a lot of peace to proceed with some of the logistics, if you will.
Me: Em, sex is a gift from God designed for marriage that a husband and wife share. It is when a man and woman fit together in a very special way, and that is when sperm from the male goes up into the uterus of the female and fertilizes the egg, by God's design. He told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and to multiply, which meant He wanted them to enjoy each other and to make babies. He said it was good but designed it for marriage because outside of marriage it gets really complicated...
Em: How can someone have a baby outside of marriage? Do they just tell their body to have a baby?
Me: No, but it does happen outside marriage sometimes. Since God made sex to be a good thing that feels nice, some people think they can have it whenever they want and with people that aren't their husband or wife and they don't think about the consequences of their choices or who it could hurt. A baby isn't a 'consequence', a baby is a gift, but if someone is a mommy or daddy outside marriage, even though they love that baby, sometimes they make a choice to give the baby to another mommy and daddy that want a baby to adopt because they can't have babies...sometimes the mommy keeps the baby because they are grown up enough to care for and love that baby on their own.
Me: Sometimes our bodies don't always work like we want them to, you know, like Noah's didn't send all the right messages, so sometimes people can have babies and sometimes they can't, but those aren't the only reasons people adopt children.
Em: Yeah because Mr. and Mrs. G can have babies but they adopted David.
Me (thinking, you really get this, don't you, kid?!): You are right. They wanted to adopt a baby because they knew they could love that baby and care for him better than an orphanage could.
Me: Yeah, so sometimes people adopt children because they cannot have babies on their own, physically, and other times people adopt children just because they want those children to have a happy home to live in with a mommy and daddy. We know a lot of people who have adopted children from all over the world...Russia, China, Africa, Asia, Central and South America and North America. It's pretty special!
Em, very concerned: How come some mommies and daddies don't want their babies?
Me: Oh sweetie, it's not that they don't want them deep down inside. Sometimes in Africa for instance, the parents are too sick to care for their kids, or they die from some pretty bad diseases when their children are young and so the children are put in orphanages. Sometimes the mommy is too young to be a responsible mommy, BUT, she is responsible enough to choose to let the baby live, but just live with another loving family. That is a wonderful gift for a family that wants children. She'll always think about that baby, but know that God designed for some other people to care for and love that kid...
(There are so many other horrible and beautiful scenarios in the world but I won't tell you, sweet girl, not now, because now is not the time...you've learned a lot in a few days...)
Me: Em, all we've talked about today is pretty important stuff. If you have any questions about any of this, remember you can always ask mommy and daddy about it. This isn't something that to bring up with friends or other family members, just mom and dad. Did you know that we are experts on the topic? We know everything about it. (Great! Did I just say that?! I'm no expert, I just practice...NOW don't start emailing me your questions...her name is Dr. Ruth...)
Em: You do?! Wow! How do you know so much?
Me (now, cracking up on the inside, outside smirk beginning to emerge, shocked at myself for saying the above line out loud...): God's word tells us a lot about it...and we've been married for a long, long time.
Monday I thought we were done with the conversation for a while...like a long while. But, notsomuch. Tuesday Em was curious about adoption. She wanted to know the reasons why some people adopted children and from whom and where those children came. The setting was the car and I wasn't cracking up to the point of tears this time. I actually had a lot of peace to proceed with some of the logistics, if you will.
Me: Em, sex is a gift from God designed for marriage that a husband and wife share. It is when a man and woman fit together in a very special way, and that is when sperm from the male goes up into the uterus of the female and fertilizes the egg, by God's design. He told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and to multiply, which meant He wanted them to enjoy each other and to make babies. He said it was good but designed it for marriage because outside of marriage it gets really complicated...
Em: How can someone have a baby outside of marriage? Do they just tell their body to have a baby?
Me: No, but it does happen outside marriage sometimes. Since God made sex to be a good thing that feels nice, some people think they can have it whenever they want and with people that aren't their husband or wife and they don't think about the consequences of their choices or who it could hurt. A baby isn't a 'consequence', a baby is a gift, but if someone is a mommy or daddy outside marriage, even though they love that baby, sometimes they make a choice to give the baby to another mommy and daddy that want a baby to adopt because they can't have babies...sometimes the mommy keeps the baby because they are grown up enough to care for and love that baby on their own.
Me: Sometimes our bodies don't always work like we want them to, you know, like Noah's didn't send all the right messages, so sometimes people can have babies and sometimes they can't, but those aren't the only reasons people adopt children.
Em: Yeah because Mr. and Mrs. G can have babies but they adopted David.
Me (thinking, you really get this, don't you, kid?!): You are right. They wanted to adopt a baby because they knew they could love that baby and care for him better than an orphanage could.
Me: Yeah, so sometimes people adopt children because they cannot have babies on their own, physically, and other times people adopt children just because they want those children to have a happy home to live in with a mommy and daddy. We know a lot of people who have adopted children from all over the world...Russia, China, Africa, Asia, Central and South America and North America. It's pretty special!
Em, very concerned: How come some mommies and daddies don't want their babies?
Me: Oh sweetie, it's not that they don't want them deep down inside. Sometimes in Africa for instance, the parents are too sick to care for their kids, or they die from some pretty bad diseases when their children are young and so the children are put in orphanages. Sometimes the mommy is too young to be a responsible mommy, BUT, she is responsible enough to choose to let the baby live, but just live with another loving family. That is a wonderful gift for a family that wants children. She'll always think about that baby, but know that God designed for some other people to care for and love that kid...
(There are so many other horrible and beautiful scenarios in the world but I won't tell you, sweet girl, not now, because now is not the time...you've learned a lot in a few days...)
Me: Em, all we've talked about today is pretty important stuff. If you have any questions about any of this, remember you can always ask mommy and daddy about it. This isn't something that to bring up with friends or other family members, just mom and dad. Did you know that we are experts on the topic? We know everything about it. (Great! Did I just say that?! I'm no expert, I just practice...NOW don't start emailing me your questions...her name is Dr. Ruth...)
Em: You do?! Wow! How do you know so much?
Me (now, cracking up on the inside, outside smirk beginning to emerge, shocked at myself for saying the above line out loud...): God's word tells us a lot about it...and we've been married for a long, long time.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Almost part 3!
So, today Em's Nana and I took her to the Bodies Human exhibit in their town. The majority of the cadavers were males but there were a couple token females in the group, along with a room with fetus'. Em found it all very interesting and gave the overall experience a thumbs up. After seeing a few displays, Emily wanted to sit and write down some of the things she had seen...
Em: How do you spell 'spine'?
Me: S P I N E
Em: Let's see, I saw muscles...how do you spell that?
Me: M U S C L E S
Em: I saw bones. How do you spell 'bones'?
Nana: B O N E S
Em: How do you spell 'bottom'?
Me: B O T T O M
Em: I didn't see a v*agina...
Me: Sure you did, on that cadaver over there in the corner...that one is a female.
Em proceeds to return to the display, bends down to look at the parts, and then asks, "How do you spell 'v*agina?"
Me (well, I proceed to lose it in a MAJOR junior high moment, I can't look down at my kid because I am totally cracking up, shedding tears, with a temporary senior moment of forgetfulness, not remembering the letters to the specific body part!): V...
Nana, in adult, matter of fact fashion rattles off the letters and saves my hide: V * A G I N A
Fast forward to the coffee shop after our trip through the exhibit...
Em: But how does the baby get inside the mommy's tummy?
Me: Uterus.
Me, stalling...stalling a little more: You remember. We talked about it before at home. The sperm from the the male fertilizes the egg in the female.
Em: Right. But how does the baby get up inside the mommy? Does the sprem wiggle?
Me: Kind of...
Em: Does it hop?
Me (Lord, how come Jason's always conveniently not around during these conversations...huh, huh, huh?!): It's not a frog, so it doesn't hop...
Me (Lord, I don't really feel like 'splainin' this right now...): Em, have you ever heard the word 's*ex' or 'interc*ourse' at school, in a movie or on TV?
Em: No.
Me: Good.
Me: Well, God made mommies and daddies in very special ways to fit together...
Em, now totally digging in her backpack, looking for sunflower seeds, not really paying attention any more, pretty much over the conversation: Can we go now?
Me: Sure. No problem. Let's get out of here...
I have to say, the juices just weren't flowing for the timing here...perhaps it was the fact that I was sitting across the table from my mother in law (whom I love), but seriously, seriously?! Give the talk to my kiddo across the table from my kid's dad's mom?! Notsomuch...
Em: How do you spell 'spine'?
Me: S P I N E
Em: Let's see, I saw muscles...how do you spell that?
Me: M U S C L E S
Em: I saw bones. How do you spell 'bones'?
Nana: B O N E S
Em: How do you spell 'bottom'?
Me: B O T T O M
Em: I didn't see a v*agina...
Me: Sure you did, on that cadaver over there in the corner...that one is a female.
Em proceeds to return to the display, bends down to look at the parts, and then asks, "How do you spell 'v*agina?"
Me (well, I proceed to lose it in a MAJOR junior high moment, I can't look down at my kid because I am totally cracking up, shedding tears, with a temporary senior moment of forgetfulness, not remembering the letters to the specific body part!): V...
Nana, in adult, matter of fact fashion rattles off the letters and saves my hide: V * A G I N A
Fast forward to the coffee shop after our trip through the exhibit...
Em: But how does the baby get inside the mommy's tummy?
Me: Uterus.
Me, stalling...stalling a little more: You remember. We talked about it before at home. The sperm from the the male fertilizes the egg in the female.
Em: Right. But how does the baby get up inside the mommy? Does the sprem wiggle?
Me: Kind of...
Em: Does it hop?
Me (Lord, how come Jason's always conveniently not around during these conversations...huh, huh, huh?!): It's not a frog, so it doesn't hop...
Me (Lord, I don't really feel like 'splainin' this right now...): Em, have you ever heard the word 's*ex' or 'interc*ourse' at school, in a movie or on TV?
Em: No.
Me: Good.
Me: Well, God made mommies and daddies in very special ways to fit together...
Em, now totally digging in her backpack, looking for sunflower seeds, not really paying attention any more, pretty much over the conversation: Can we go now?
Me: Sure. No problem. Let's get out of here...
I have to say, the juices just weren't flowing for the timing here...perhaps it was the fact that I was sitting across the table from my mother in law (whom I love), but seriously, seriously?! Give the talk to my kiddo across the table from my kid's dad's mom?! Notsomuch...
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