When I get bigger

 Well, I guess to be a good blogger….you have to actually blog…

For many years now, Little Critter by Mercer Mayor has been a HUGE hit at the Hayes house. We have a vast majority of them memorized. We even have Caleb on video “reading” his favorite Little Critter, When I Get Bigger, when he was maybe 3. It’s the cutest thing ever (and no it’s not just because I’m a bit biased,  you’d say the same thing if you saw it)!

That got me thinking, as kids our days are spent constantly thinking…”when I get bigger”. Then all the sudden we are…bigger that is, and we stop thinking. Well, maybe we don’t stop “thinking” we just don’t tell anyone anymore. Sure we all have the “normal” dreams…

more money

bigger house

kids raised

a boat

more money

But seriously, what if we didn’t care if people laughed at us for wanting to be or do something crazy. What if we could live our lives as adults with the reckless abandon that our kids do. Sometimes being an adult just messes things up…it has its way of taking the kid out of us ya know.

So, I’ll go first.

When I get bigger, I’m gonna be/do…(in no particular order)

A famous singer/musician

party planner

A mom (check)

A wife (check)

A missionary

open an orphanage

Run a chocolate fountain catering business

Be an actress ( I mean actually get paid for it)

A famous speaker (I have alway had the gift of gab)

The next Jane Austen

A farmer (no kidding)

start my own business

be a stay at home mom (check)

an Olympic ice skater

a ballerina

travel the world (even though I don’t fly)

a doctor

own a bakery

Work for the Ace of Cakes

to be continued…

Streams in the Desert

John did no miracle: but all things that John spake of this man were true.

John- 10:41

You may be very discontented with yourself. You are no genius, have no brilliant gifts, and are inconspicuous for any special faculty . Mediocrity is the law of your existence. Your days are remarkable for nothing but sameness and insipidity. Yet you may live a great life.

John did no miracle, but Jesus said that among those born of women there had not appeared a greater than he.

John’s main business was to bear witness to the Light., and this may be yours and mine. John was content to be only a voice, if men would think of Christ.

Be willing to be only a voice; heard but not seen; a mirror who’ s surface is lost to view, because it reflects the dazzling glory of the sun; a breeze that springs up just before daylight, and says, The dawn! the dawn! and then dies away.

Do the commonest and smallest things as beneath his eye. If you must live with uncongenial people, set to the conquest by love. If you have made a great mistake in your life, do not let it becloud all of it; but, locking the secret in your breast, compel it to yield strength and sweetness.

We are doing more good than we know, sewing seed, starting streamlets, giving men true thoughts of Christ, to which they will refer one day as the first things that started them thinking of him; and of my part, I shall be satisfied if no great mausoleum is raised over my grave, but that simple souls shall gather there when I am gone and say,

“He was a good man; he wrought no miracles, but he spake words about Christ, which led me to know him for myself…….GEORGE MATHESON

 Amazing, you say. Breathtaking. That, my friends, was my devotion for the day ( surely you weren’t thinking I came up with that on my own).

It came from a little book called Streams in the Desert and it, by far, is the single most amazing devotional I have ever had in my hands. It was written by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman and first copyrighted in 1925.

It’s special to me for reasons other than it’s awesomeness. You see there is a little inscription on the front page that’s dated July 21, 1998, and says “Heather and Kent , may God bless your family today and always”. It was given to us by a precious girl the day that my first baby was born. She and I had a closer relationship than I ever planned we would. She was  the Ultrasound tech who preformed the multitude of ultrasounds I had on the little bundle of joy. They kept telling us that he didn’t have much of chance. HA, I said….you don’t know my God; but I will show you! (that’s another story)

You know, I can’t even remember her name. She didn’t sign it below her inscription. She just come over to the hospital the day he was born and delivered it to us. I wish I could tell her that her prayer in the front of that book, that the book it’s self, that maybe even she… changed my life.  I have clung to this devotional since the day she gave it to me almost 12 years ago, and no matter where  I am in life the words written in it speak to me in such a profound way that sends chills up my spine. I bet she just thought she was doing one of the more “mundane” things of  life… picking up a little book to take to hurting family, to show a little kindness. Really, it was a miracle wrapped in ribbons and bows. “Heather and Kent, may God bless your family today and always”….if she only knew, if she only knew.

Hello world!

Okay. Here I am….ummmm….again.

I have no idea what I am doing. I wrote my first post last night, and….well….that’s as far as it got. Me writing it that is. I have no idea what happened to the thing, it just disappeared. Not looking like this is going to turn out so good for me.

Soooo—Welcome to mundane and miracles! How, you ask, did I come up with this name. Well, I had another name picked out and it rocked, but someone already had it.

Go figure.

I have been doing my reasearch and everyone said that the first thing I needed to do was (drumroll please)…”decide what you’re going to blog about, what am I passionate about”. Well, truthfully…. I have no idea what I’m gonna write about. I am passionate about a lot of things. So therefore, I just had to think of a name that didn’t limit me——

hence…..”mundaneandmiracles”

Here I may write about the “mundane” things of  life. You know, those things that are most boring, or most aggravating, or most necessary. Doesn’t sound very exciting, huh????

That is where the “miracles” part comes in.

We all  have experienced them.

We all know stories about them.

We see them everyday and don’t even realize it.

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