God's Not Dead

I've been listening to the song by the Newsboys "God's Not Dead" (By the way, when did Michael Tate from DC Talk join them? And why was I not informed? Oh yeah, I've been writing a book and raising children. Shock of my life in the Christian bookstore the other day. ANYWAYS.)
My kids love the song too. And a new movie starring Kevin Sorbo and Dean Cain is coming out by the same name. I mean, a Christian movie with Hercules and Superman? Could it be?

Judah, Levi and I were discussing the song and the lyrics. Judah had mixed up some of the words so I was explaining them to him, and then we started talking about what they meant. It was then the impact of what we were singing really hit me.

"God's not dead, He's surely alive
And He's living on the inside,
Roaring like a lion"

I said, "You know how powerful lions are? When they roar, it shakes the air. No one can miss a lion roaring. They are powerful."

Then I started thinking about the power of God. God holds the power of the wind in His hands, He controls the ocean, the forces of nature. He controls the flaming power of the sun. And guess what? He chooses to dwell inside of us. He chooses to fill us with that power.

I tend to worry about things. What if we can't pay the bills? What if I get in a car wreck and can't do laundry and the children never have clean underwear again? What if no one reads my book I just spent three years writing? What if, what if, what if?

There is a mighty Lion of Judah God and He dwells inside of me.
That is absolutely enough. End of argument.

(Official YouTube Video for "God's Not Dead" by the Newsboys)

Official trailer for the movie "God's Not Dead"
 

Queen of the Mess (To the tune of Henry the Eighth)

I'm Queen of the Mess, I am, I am,
Queen of the Mess, I am,
I cleaned juice, milk and pee from the kitchen floor,
and thought "I've cleaned up this mess before'
from every room in this house,
The living room, the bathroom and the car,
And I'm hopping in pain after stepping on Thomas the Train,
I'm Quee-ee-een, Queen,
Queen of the Mess I am!

(Second Verse, same... oh never mind.)

A Trip to Wal-Mart

You mothers of more than three children will roll your eyes and say I'm a wimp, but for me, a trip to Wal-Mart is something I must prepare for spiritually, physically, and emotionally. Most of the time, I talk myself out of it, but today it was pouring down rain and after 6 hours in the house with a 7, 5 and 2 year old I had to do something. So off we went.
The first battle was waged when my 5 year old insisted he bring his glow in the dark skull.

 

 

Finally I gave in, since I really couldn't think of a reason why he couldn't take it.

 

 

We reached Wal-Mart. I had a few strategies. I told the kids we would look at toys last,

 if they were good. I also offered them bribes of candy. What can I say?

Wal-Mart weakens my parental resolve. The idea of dealing with a screaming, flailing child in

 public is my deepest fear. I have had to experience my deepest fear many times.

 

Yes, if you look close you will see my daughter is wearing an

"Angry Bud" hat, and my son has full-sleeve Spider Man tattoos.

 

On our way in, we passed another frazzled mom with even more children in her basket.

Her frenzied eyes pled with me as if to say, "Don't do it to yourself! Do not go in there!"

 

I found myself repeating myself every two seconds. "Judah, get behind the basket so we

 don't take up the whole aisle. Celise, stop making 'Angry Bud' noises. "Levi,

pick up that skull and don't drop it again!" (Oh yeah, that was my reason!)

 

For the most part, the children were good and they got to visit the toy aisle.

I found it hilarious that I had the only children on the aisle. The other customers were middle aged men, feverishly reading the backs of Lego boxes and examining Hot Wheels packages.

Celise was not entertained by the Legos. Here's an action shot of her whipping around the Angry Bud hat.

 

So we survived to live another day. I am please to announce I only broke

 into public song twice... one was the Ninjago Lego theme song.