God gives treats, like Saturday night when Maggie and Poco slept over. After bedtime rituals: baths, teeth brushing, story reading, Maggie and Poco snuggled under the covers while I sang, some in unique Norwegian. In the middle of Jesus Loves Me, as I crooned “they are weak but He is strong,” Poco interrupted, “I don’t like that part. It makes me think I don’t have any muscles. I’m not weak!”
She turned six last Saturday and shows signs that her parents may need a strong support group.
Sunday morning, the Gospel lesson came from Matthew 25. It’s the story about the man who went on a journey, entrusting varying degrees of money to three servants. Two did well with their investments and were entrusted with more. One, out of fear, buried the money. The Master said, “Take the worthless servant and throw him outside in the darkness.” Poco’d been coloring a Sunday school picture while the rest of us stood for the reading of Scripture. When these final words were read, Poco perked up and shouted, “That’s not nice!”
Made Rice Krispy Treats and took them to the Grands this afternoon, Kristina’s treat. Watched Chad assisting Maggie’s transformation into Hermione of Harry Potter fame and Poco into a Penguin.
Debated about showing up as someone other than myself. Decided with my orange jacket, I resembled a good chunk of the Great Pumpkin, so decided I’d stick with it.
In one of Garrison Keillor’s reflections on life in Lake Wobegon he wrote, “Children went out trick-or-treating, some kids went as grownups: wore dark dowdy clothes, walked stiff, talked funny, and got sore at everybody.”
Hope the Grands share their pillowcase of goodies with their stiff walking, funny talking Momo in the bright orange jacket.
Wouldn’t want to get sore at anybody.
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