The NorMel House

I'm not a morning person. Much better than I used to be but still,  I need that time. I hit snooze (only once because hearing anything more than once, that early, gets annoying.) Amidst cracking and popping sounds I stretch out each limb. Most days praying it all will hold when I attempt to stand up. Most mornings prayer really is the first thing going through my mind. 'Let this body work right today.' If I take my time, it gets there eventually. However, on occasion, I'm repeating that prayer from the floor, or back on the bed. I'm not complaining, it is what it is; we all have our own things to deal with in life. Still, it forces me to start my day in the right place: Prayer. Sometimes I'm humming or singing by the time the daytime kids show up, but more often I'm listening to someone else sing or speak of God. I like that time. Starting the day with God is a blessing. In a way that makes my "cross" a blessing. God promises to turn all thin

It's amazing to see the 3 year old mind at work. You try and teach them things; read the Bible and pray with them, sing songs and try teach them things like the alphabet, counting, colors and so much more. And then you hear them saying things or talking while playing or "teaching" their younger siblings and you realize what they've absorbed or mentally worked out or the conclusions they've drawn on their own. It amazes me, it makes me laugh, and sometimes even makes me cry. I've been going through the beginning of the Bible to try teach them and I'm so proud of my little daytime 3 year old! We just had a long conversation where we talked about God and she told me about the bad snake in the garden. Hearing what she said and the things she's understood may have got my eyes watering... or as she would say "my tears were coming!" Children are such a precious blessing and I pray I'll be a blessing to all my little daytime kiddos. I hope that e