Thursday, January 12, 2017

She Is No Bow-Head

Larry finished another puzzle and I helped a little, but I had a book to read--Duty.  Jonell sent it to me.  The book is about Paul Tibbets who dropped "Big Boy" and Bob Greene's Dad.  Both served in World War II.  I enjoyed reading it.  Tibbets like Harry Truman never regretted flying the Enola Gay.  He was leader of that group.  He flew the first flight.  He would not ask one of his men to do what he would not. 

You can see one piece is missing.  I will look under our chairs, but if I don't find it Pop will just make a new piece for the puzzle.  Two more of these to put together.  
 Ingrid has a game tonight.  She is not what you think of when you see her smiling with the big bow sitting on top of her head.  She is a really smart girl.  Of my five Grands, she loves to read the most...unless Clayton continues in this habit and of course, we don't know about Greta.  Over Christmas break, Ingrid started studying the dictionary and learning new words.  It was entertaining to her.
 Ingrid's hand scripting looks like something from a machine.  It is truly exquisite.
 When I picked her up Monday (Tuesday and Wednesday she had dance team practice), Ingrid's phone rang.  I listened.  It was someone with a problem.  I heard her give advice.  l.  You should not quit.  2.  Did you tell her the whole story.  Did you tell her what happened before.  (I could tell the girl said "no".)  3.  You should not get "kicked off" for this.  4.  Do you want me to intercede?  Do you want be to talk to her?  5.  Okay, I will.    I am proud of Ingrid.
 Had to go to school and get Sig yesterday.  She was sick (stomach).   The day before she had a quiz bowl meet.  She said they won 3 out of 4 or was it 4 out of 5.  I forget.  She a good debater, but not good at going.  She is a stay at home girl.  I am sure this will change, but right now she would just as soon be at home killing time doing what she likes.  She is not crazy about school.   She says a lot of it is silly stuff and a lot of the kids are annoying.
Greta likes to pick what she wears each day.  Sometimes. what she picks may not match.  She likes layers.  She may wear two shirts, pants and over all this a dress.  Yesterday, Greg made her take part of the garb off!    She does not give up easily and Erin texted me that she was sending her to live with us.  Well, I am old, and if Greta came I can assure you Gigi would just let her wear what she picked.  I might make a suggestion, but probably would not lock horns over her apparel.   This is why old folks do not have children.  They are not too good at disciplining.   But children learn  with little rules and little commands so one day they can exist in society.   Trust and obey--there is no other way.  Children learn to trust and obey their parents.  Little rules and later bigger ones.  Some children I am sure don't only want to disobey, they can not "trust" their parents!  Wow!  What insecurity that brings.  No one to trust.  No one to obey!  The Bible says "train them up...."  Fleta said that is part of the problem today even young parents are not training their children.  They are coming up like weeds in the garden.  I am proud of Greg for establishing rules for his children.  Eric, also.  Yesterday, I think he wanted Sig to have to stay at my house all afternoon.  I took her to her house and "self" freedom.  I am not raising my 5 grands.  Just watching and helping when asked.  I think often of my Sister Fleta.  I am glad I do not have her task.  Lots of Grandparents do.  We are too lenient for the job.  I applaud Greg!


Donna Wood said...

I just love your wisdom! I'm glad I found Patsy, and I'm glad I discovered you, thanks to her. I don't read a lot of blogs these days, but I try to read all your entries. You are GOOD PEOPLE!

Anonymous said...

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove the delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favor He shows, for the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Your blog made me think of this hymn. ~Amy-Patsy

Sister--Three said...

that song was on my mind.