Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Hide it in your heart...

This morning I woke up with my alarm! (Important on Wednesdays, when I must leave the house at or before 8:30 am)

Actually, I woke up before my alarm, fretting.

And at some point, these words, the memory verse for last week, came to me:

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are numbered. Do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

(Luke 12:6-7)

Oh, so that's why we memorize Bible verses!! To remind us that we shouldn't be afraid...

It's funny, about memorization--today is the second Mother Goose Wednesday in this session. I have the entire routine by heart, because it's all songs and nursery rhymes. One that I'd love to sneak in (we don't have a flannel board picture for it yet) is this one:

Old Mother Hubbard
went to the cupboard,
to fetch her poor dog a bone
but when she got there,
the cupboard was bare
and so the poor dog had none.

The actual rhyme can have up to 13 more verses, ending with these two:

She went to the hosier's
to buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dresesed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, Your servant,
The dog said, Bow wow.

Yeah, I don't think we'd do all 13 verses.

One of my favorite parts of the MG repetoire that runs around in my head and then into a room full of children and mommies is this one:

We hit the floor together (repeat 2x) (which means you say it three times)
Because it's fun to do.

We clap our hands together (repeat 2x)
Because it's fun to do.

We stomp our feet together (repeat 2x)
Because it's fun to do.

We clap our hands...

We hit the floor...

The concept of Mother Goose on the Loose is that babies at 6 months have very elastic brains, ready to absorb so much. So MGOL is "reading readiness."


The weather here is unseasonably warm. It's October and I'm still sleeping with the windows open at night!! Only four inches open, but still...

Time escapes me, I gotta go. Oh, but I wanted to share this from yesterday's Beth Moore. It was my favorite story, the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, who were in the fire because they didn't bow to the 8 story gold statue of Nebuchadnezzar the king of Babylon.

Beth pointed this out: they didn't smell like smoke when they came out. And she talked about us not smelling like smoke, that that should be our goal. So like if I complain about every little thing, I smell like smoke. But if I live gracefully, then I won't. If I had more time...

An amazing example of a blogger that smells nothing like smoke: Blackbird.

Happy De-Lurking Day, everyone!


daysgoby said...

Happy De-Lurking Day, SL!
I really like that 'not smelling like smoke' - a good thing to think about!

jenny said...

Mother Goose on the Loose?

I LOVE That :)

Badger said...

I remember M. L'Engle quoting that verse from Luke a lot, about the hairs on the head being numbered.

It's warm here, too. More like HOT. In the 90s. Gah!