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Bugs!

There are three “men” in the house, yet I’m the one that has to vacuum up unwanted bugs. If I’m in a humane mood, I will trap a stray cricket (we have lots in Texas) and release it outside. I’ve done this for wasps and bees as well.

Karl has hated bugs for as long as I’ve known him. Our oldest, he is not so fond of bugs, but he can at least look at them. It is spiders that really freaks Michael out! Matthew doesn’t mind bugs, unless it is time to get rid of one. Then he has a difficult time being the one to hear it go suck up into the vacuum.

So that leaves Greta and I to rid the house of the occasional stray bug, like tonight. Bless her heart, even Greta had to call in the expert. Mom to the rescue. It’s a good thing I’ve accepted the fact that the men in the family hate bugs and I’m okay with it.

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The Card

I was exchanging Mother’s Day greetings with several moms via text this morning, when my husband realized his failure. One of the moms, a single parent, has a son younger than our youngest child. Karl wondered, when did he ever have a chance to go to the store and pick out a mother’s day card for his mom?

It will be on his radar next year, the week before mother’s day, Karl will make sure young children of single moms have an opportunity to go shopping for a card for their mom. It’s what the Bible is talking about when it says to care for the fatherless and the widow. Just a way to make it practical.

 

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Mom’s Beauty

I saw a clip from Dove’s campaign on real beauty sketches. When it became clear that women were being asked to describe their features to a sketch artist – I knew what would happen. For some reason we women like to pick out our worst features and dwell on them as if we are some horrible beastly representations of humanity.

I had a huge gap between my two front teeth. Once in high school a guy told me he could stick a pencil between my two front teeth, so I’m not exaggerating here. But at church one day, I got a letter from a woman who was visiting for a few weeks and only spoke Spanish. She had someone help her write the letter and she basically said she knew we couldn’t talk to each other, but each week she looked forward to my smile. She said I always treated her with a smile and friendliness¬† even though we couldn’t speak each others’ language. I still had a huge gap between my two front teeth, but this woman saw the real me.

I’ll admit, my own mother has a hard time seeing her inner and outer beauty. Is she a fashion model? No, she doesn’t airbrush herself. Does she wear a business suit? No, she comes in casual clothes, like the ones she wore to clean the private school my kids attended – to help pay their tuition. She has warm welcoming eyes so you know she means it when she says come on in. Her smile can sometimes be mischievous, so you know that she isn’t afraid to have fun. She has an ample bosom to comfort even the most fussy child – she has held the babies of complete strangers who needed a hand and mom quickly volunteered. That’s who she is.

My mom is beautiful!

Enjoy the link below

http://http://realbeautysketches.dove.us/

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