a Nichols worth....and some other loose change

Thankful Thursday.

So what are you thankful for?

For what are you thankful?

That prepositional ending always throws me.

I guess I should be thankful for a mom who always corrected my grammar.

Some of her lessons were learned.

Still working on the complete sentence and punctuation stuff…

It's just a blog of thoughts…random, unedited thoughts…

Take it at face value.

If you feel the need to pick up a red pen…don't.

Take it for what it's worth.

About a nickel….

{see blog title}

Anyway.

This month it just seems appropriate

to remember

the many ways we are blessed.

I'm thankful.

Grateful.

Blessed.

Our family is adding to this list each day

one thing

for which we are thankful.

Simple.

Extra large Post-It note simple.

Yet, profound.

Hebrews 12:28

Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken,

let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe.

Wordless Wednesday *Fire Roasted*

Genesis 49:24 - But he held steady under fire, his bow firm, his arms limber,

With the backing of the Champion of Jacob, the Shepherd, the Rock of Israel.

Hey Mom…

Some mornings Will and I have the most

interesting conversations while doing chores.

"Hey Mom.

You know that story in the Bible that you read.

The one about the two sisters.

The one where the one sister is working too much.

You know.

Doing all the chores around the house and stuff.

And.

I mean that in a good way.

Cause it is good to help.

But.

Then the other sister who is not working.

She is just listening to Jesus.

She is just sitting there while her sister is working.

And that's not bad or nothing.

Cause it's good to listen to Jesus.

But.

Her sister.

{the one that is working in a good way}

gets mad at her.

Do you remember that story?

You read it to us.

It's true cause it's in the Bible.

Those two sisters get mad at each other.

I think I like that sister who is listening to Jesus.

Even though the sister

{the one who is working in a good way}

gets mad at her cause she is not working.

I think she should be able to listen to Jesus.

You know the story, right mom?

So can you just read the Bible this morning

and we not have to do chores?

Cause it's good to listen to Jesus.

He would really like that.

Don't you think?"

*

Now how could I argue with that logic

applied to the truth from the Bible?

*

Luke 10:39-42

She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said.

But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made.

She came to him and asked,

"Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself ?

Tell her to help me!"

"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things,

but only one thing is needed.

Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."

 

 

Not Me Monday.

I did not forget to blog today.

This is not me 'back blogging' days later

and changing the date.

I would never do such a thing.

Nope.

Not me.

That would be silly.

I would never 'back blog' just to keep my head in the game.

Or feed some internal-goal-setting-warped-personality trait.

Nope.

But if I didn't you would never know that…

• I {heart} Algebra on Mondays.
• Will and Mallory have a great dad who takes them to 4H meetings and then rushes to the mall to try and get an autograph of Walker, Texas Ranger.
• Miranda loves dance.
• I {heart} 16-year-olds who can drive. Thanks, Mattison.

Bet you didn't know that those feet can handle the clutch, gas, and trailer brakes.

…and now have proven they can handle heels as well as soccer cleats.

See.

You would have missed out.

I would never want that to happen.

Nope.

Not me.

So I am not 'back blogging' for me.

It's for you.

I also did not spend about an hour of my precious time on this Monday night

looking for a timer

that was set to go off about every 15 minutes

for just a few seconds

which is not nearly long enough to find where it was hidden.

Not me.

I did not get very frustrated and wonder about a certain child's life expectancy

which shortened every time the timer went off.

I would never do that.

Because if that were true

he would not be with us today.

Nope.

Genesis 24:49 -

"Now, tell me what you are going to do.

If you plan to respond with a generous yes, tell me.

But if not, tell me plainly so I can figure out what to do next."

 

 

Boys and their toys.

LEGOS.

With three girls given to me by God first I have missed out on the world of legos.

Not that my girls can't play with legos…

But.

I don't think they'd obsess over them like the boys do.

Boys.

Old(er) and young(er).

Like legos.

Design.

Construction.

Details.

This project was a HALO kit Will purchased with his own money.

He and Matt enjoyed putting it together …together.

Maybe 'enjoyed' is not quite the right term.

They bonded.

Reading directions.

Finding the right piece.

Slowly assembling.

Too calculated at times for the both of them.

Patience is not a Nichols' virtue.

Trust me.

The stress level built as the project proceeded.

It was quite entertaining to listen in.

Finally.

After much discussion.

Something that resembled the picture on the cover evolved.

No thanks to the directions.

Did I mention that they were step by step pictures directions?

And that neither of them wanted my help.

{Hmmmph.}

And that one lego piece was altered by means of a pocket knife.

Obviously.

They had included the wrong piece in the kit.

Just pure problem solving.

And deductive thinking.

And.

It worked.

Success.

Two completed vehicles with just a few leftover pieces.

{I'm sure they package extra just in case you

destroy one with a pocket knife and need a backup.}

No one here did that.

Matt's altered piece fit perfectly.

Regardless.

They built.

They bonded.

Boys and their toys.

Matthew 7:24

These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life.

They are foundational words, words to build a life on.