Gain a little perspective.

And don’t pay any attention to this video, but the song came on while I was reading this story. I used to listen to this cassette over and over when I was 11.

I’d like to encourage you all to visit Rocks in My Dryer and read her latest post about meeting the young boy she sponsors through Compassion International. And please, consider sponsoring a child through this incredible organization. The money you give doesn’t disappear into some large account that gets dispersed in who knows how many ways. No. The money you give to sponsor a child goes to that child. Take a moment to look at their website.

Here’s an excerpt from Shannon’s post:

We sat down to eat, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.  This was not only his first visit to the city, it was his first time to eat at a restaurant.  He’s nine years old.

We began to go through the backpack full of goodies I brought from home.  His eyes nearly came out of his head.  He couldn’t believe the clothes (they were a perfect fit) and his mouth hung open at the $1 solar-powered calculator.  He must have said “thank you” to me a thousand times.

The Compassion worker from his project in the village made the four-hour drive with him, and she served as our interpreter.  She and Dissan together told me his story.

He lives in the village, in a mud hut.  Both his parents died last year, and the relative he was sent to live with is very sickl.  So is his six-year-old brother (Dissan is healthy).  Because it has rained so much in Uganda the last few months, the front wall of their hut has washed away.

This boy, this precious boy with the golden smile, does not have parents, and he does not even have four walls.

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I told him that I promised we would continue to sponsor him through Compassion as long as he needs us, until he’s an adult.  I gave him a long momma hug, which he eagerly returned.  I whispered in his ear the blessing I say over my own kids before they get on the bus each morning:  May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He make His face to shine upon you, may He be gracious unto you and grant you His peace.

This is a video of a little boy that my parents take care of quite a bit. His dad is a good friend of my dad, so they have pretty much been around him since birth. He calls my dad “Big Tim” and my mom “NeeNee” which is sadly what she has decided she wants her grandchildren (Designs by Liz™) to call her.

Overheard at the daycare:

4-Year-Old Boy: But M____, I love you.
4-Year-Old Girl: That’s nice, but I don’t want to be your girlfriend.
4-Year-Old Boy: But…I’m a good man! I don’t hit people!

Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you’re all spending the day being thankful and…getting bloated. Goodness knows that’s what I’m up to. Other than that I am driving to my hometown to spend time with both sides of the family (Mom’s and Dad’s) with my boyfriend in tow. Yes, today is The First Official Family Holiday Celebration Where I Am Accompanied By The Boyfriend. Here’s hoping that I get promoted to the Adult Table this year!

What did you do today to make the world a better place?

Me? I taught three 2-year-olds to say “Gobble-gobble” à la Frank Caliendo.

Yesterday I worked in the 3-year-old room. Not my usual place and most definitely not my favorite, but it does make for an interesting time. These young people speak a bit more clearly, “go pee-pee in the potty”, and don’t always have to wear bibs. Nice change from the everyday, “I poopy.”

Young Trent was sitting at the table, singing “I’m In The Lord’s Army” and I knew this because he got all the bits about marching in the infantry and riding in the cavalry right. It was that last little bit that caught my attention. So I asked, “Trent, could you sing it again?” And off he went, belting it out.

“I may never march in the infantry
Ride in the cavalry
Shoot the artillery
I may never fly o’er the enemy
But I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!
I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!“

For those of you who didn’t grow up attending vacation Bible school, the line is not “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” It’s “I’m in the Lord’s army.”

Another story about “beans” tomorrow. Today is GAME DAY at OU! Woowoo!

“Miss Elizabeth, you know why they call hippos ‘hippos’?”
“Why is that?”
“Because they have big hips.“

And while we’re talking about funny little boys: “I Kee A-dala.” Nan has a rather comical one of her own.

Strep. Caught it from those nasty little lovable snot-nosed bratty darlings who gave me my name. So until I’m better, no one will be calling me Miss Wisabus or any of the many variations. See you on Monday, kiddos!