Thrifted fun

I don't know who Millie was, but I'm sure I would have enjoyed her company.

I'm fairly certain the angels agree.

Mud bath

Mud.  I've been wallowing in it lately.  And I do mean wallowing, y'all. Scalp deep in the mud, not especially inclined to come out of it.  I've jumped in with both feet.  The mud that is resentment.  And more than a little self-pity.

And I am waaaay down deep in there. 

Shaking my head back and forth so it gets all in my hair.  Wiggling around so it gets in all the nooks and crannies.  Yes, there is no part of me that isn't touched by the mud somehow.  In the ears, up the nose, in between the toes.

Funny. 

How comfortable the mud is, I mean.  It wraps you up and entices you to abandon all else but the wallowing.  Keeps you focused on the mud, hopes you don't remember your direct line to clean Water.

Education shapes our children. Who is shaping education?

I have been scouring the Word for an instance where God told the Israelites to send their children to the Philistines for 40 hours every week to be molded and formed by them.  You can guess what I found.  Yep.  Nothing. 

Time and time again, the Lord made it clear that we are not to pollute ourselves with the values, "morals" and standards of the world - He even commanded entire cities destroyed to avoid it! - and yet Christians everywhere put their children on a bus and send them to the enemy camp for 8 hours every day.   

We, as families, as a nation, as a weakened church, are reaping what we've sown.