Yesternews from Sunrise School

Well folks, I have gotten so far behind on posting the daily news from class, that we at Sunrise School have three full news reels to present you.  I can tell you are on the edge of your seat.  Let's begin with checking out the new word coined by Gideon.

"Yesternight" has become one of my favorite words.  It has spawned the use of many other yester words among the kids:  yestertime, yesterweek, yestermonth, etc.  The possibilities are endless.  I even find myself using a good yester word every so often.

Now, if you will, turn your attention back to Josiah's news from yesterpicture.  Compare that with his news from yestermonth below. 

It is nice to have a break from his standard alligator news of yesteryear.   However, this one sentence has become his standard response to anything I ask him in the classroom. Even if he is not the leader for the day.

"Josiah, what color is this?"

"I saw a big, giant snake."

Hmmm....  "What are you most thankful for?"

"I saw a big, GIANT SNAKE!"

Uhhhh.... "What did you do yesternight?"

How many times do I have to say it?  "I SAW A BIG GIANT SNAKE!"

Moving on.  This is usually the only way to end our cyclical conversation. Love that kid.

In other news from yesterweek:

Disclaimer:  I think spell check looks with a disapproving eye upon all our yester words.  It is showing its disdain of these words by refusing to proof this post.  My apologies for any errors.

Being A Mommy: NOT My Most Important Job

Not her most important job?!?   

She must be a terrible mother! 

Hang on a second, read below and allow yourself time to get good and mad.

I hear women say it all the time.  My most important job is being a mommy.  I've even heard dads say it.  Most of society hears this and releases a collective sigh.  Aww...how sweet.

Whenever I hear or see this, it makes me cringe.  In fact, it makes me want to throw up in my shoe...and then maybe throw it at the parent. 

I have been around children raised to believe they are the center of their parents' lives.  They are brats.  I have taught those children.  They are arrogantly entitled.

I love my children with a fierce love, but I pray they never think they are the most important thing in the world to me.

I'd rather show my children that being a follower of Jesus is most important.  That my decisions are based on His will for my life.  That He comes before they ever will.  That loving God, not them, defines who I am and what I do. 

Does that diminish my love for them?  In no way.  It deepens it.

So, I'm sure some Christians can get on board with this line of thought:  Jesus first, children second.  But can I?

Nope.

My children are not second on my list.  What is wrong with this lady?

My husband is second.

I want my girls to grow up knowing that I love their father with a deep, true love.  I want them to know how important he is to me.  I want them to know that we are one.  As much as I love my children, they will never replace my husband in my heart.

But now, how do I show this to my children?

With my time.  Spending daily, quality time with God and my husband, not just my kids.

With my words.  Making sure my girls know how much I love them, their daddy, and our God.

As my daughters grow, I hope they collect thousands of happy memories of us together.  I hope they see in my life how important Jesus is.  I hope they see what true love between a man and a woman is.  I hope they see that being a mother is wonderful and meaningful and deep.

And I pray they may have this for their own lives, as well.