Hi Blog-friends,
Nothing big to report other than the fact that Cassie is potty trained and is about to finish her 3rd week of preschool! Yipes! Guess that is big news! I've been sick for the LONGEST time ever...Tim and I both have been sharing this cold/flu but Cassie seems to be doing pretty well staying healthy. These past 2 weeks, she's been really precious in how she's been sharing her growing relationship with Jesus. Since potty training began (middle of March), Cassie has had trouble staying in bed after we say good night (reluctance to have a nighttime accident, I imagine). Now we ask Jesus to please help Cassie be obedient and stay in bed, even though SHE wants to get out. Sometimes right after we shut the door, we'll hear Cassie praying by herself in her room, "Dear Jesus, please help me be obedient and stay in bed so I can get some rest. I love you Jesus. Amen." We've talked about how being obedient is when you do what Mommy (or Daddy or which ever adult is in charge) says even though it's not what YOU really want to do. I validate the fact that I understand she wants to get out of bed and play/read/go to the potty (for the zillionth time), but now it's time to sleep. We also have a little dialogue afterwards about how obedience feels so good because you know you obey God when you obey your parents. This has all been in my thoughts because I've begun to see how as a child I became rather addicted to my parents' praise. I obeyed because I wanted them to be proud of me...and lost sight of the fact that obedience is required regardless of whether I get admiration or not. I'm sure I could unpack that further but I doubt anyone reading this (with the exception of Miss Reno) would want me to pontificate regarding my philosophy of obedience. Last night we had a major victory...Cassie stayed in bed after her prayer asking Jesus' help to be obedience. And Mommy learned a good lesson: I need to talk to Jesus the same way I'm teaching Cassie: Invite him into my struggle to obey...tell him I don't want to be obedient but ask him to change my heart and cause me to obey. Then do the next right step toward obedience (don't bolt out of bed and blame Jesus that he didn't help you obey).
I had more to write about, but now I'm running late to meet my mom for a walk around Lake Ackotink. Enjoy the pictures from these early spring days of 2009!

