Rocks in My Wagon: "Daddy No Ha Heart"

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

"Daddy No Ha Heart"

Shilo might kill me for sharing this one, but I love it too much! It is a well-known fact around here that Eli is a through-and-through Mama's boy (woohoo!) which makes Daddy completely and utterly jealous. (I'm enjoying it while it lasts.) Anyway, every night Eli wants Mommy to "lay down me." So after the family says prayers together, Eli and I go talk. Tonight this was our conversation:

Did you go to Chick-Fil-A today Eli?
Yes
Who else went?
Sissy
And?
Daddy. No you go Chick-Uh-A Mommy.
No. Where was Mommy?
You go at work Mommy.
Where does Mommy work Eli?
Go wunning? (running)
No Eli, Mommy works at the hospital.
Hah-i-ull?
Yes, Mommy is a doctor.
I doc-er too Mommy. I ha heart.
That's right. You have a heart.
Sissy ha heart. You ha heart. Daddy no ha heart.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I LOVE IT!! Maybe he'll be a Mama's boy for awhile after all! :)

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Jessica MorrisMarch 15, 2010 at 11:21 AM
Ha - kids are so cute :)
My youngest (20 months) is *totally* a mama's boy too - I love it!

I just happened upon your blog while searching for local bloggers. I *think* we live near each other and I just wanted to say hi!
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Why Rocks?

This is an excerpt from my blog post titled Rocks in My Wagon:

So actually my real reason for liking the name Rocks in My Wagon is because of the book Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World.

There is a story near the beginning of the book that I totally love. It’s better if you read it yourself, but I’ll try a brief synopsis from what I remember.

Basically, there is a person that God asks to carry 3 small rocks in a wagon up to the top of a mountain. The person starts off on the journey very excited and the load is light. But along the way, we’ll just say ’she’ (i.e. Julie) starts trying to help and carry other people’s rocks too - first small ones, then bigger ones, heavier ones. Next thing you know she is worn out and can’t get up the mountain (and wondering why God asked her to do this when she can’t).

I remember sharing with the group of girls I was with (loved that Bradford J Team) that I felt like my wagon was not only full but sitting on top of me. At the time, I think I had pretty recently gotten new house, new job, and new baby #2 (our sweet little Eden was NOT a fun delivery OR newborn - I think we were both crying quite a bit!) New baby meant maternity leave which meant no pay check (hence more DEBT). It was all a little over-whelming.

But anyway, the point is that I had to dump out the wagon full of all the rocks that I had been trying to pull and focus on only the rocks God wanted me to carry. At that time, there were 3 rocks with the names Shilo, Eve, and Eden. Not everything else. Not everyone else - not every patient I saw - not every need that needed to be filled. So now my wagon has a rock named Eli too, but it is all still much lighter and much easier to pull. And I am headed back up that mountain joyfully again.

Matthew 11:28-30 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

"Daddy No Ha Heart"

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