bipolar mom shares her insights on everyday life

Posts tagged ‘Sunday School’

Three Things Part III (at least)

Today, I’m having a kind of “blech” day.  Woke up that way.  Hate it.  So, rather than focus on what is wrong, why I feel this way, I thought I’d go back to the Three Things Lists.

Three Things I Don’t Like

  1. There is no weight loss program named a Carbs Only Diet.
  2. The St. Louis Bread Co. across from church on Olive.  Never seem to get the orders “quite right.”
  3. Non-stick skillets that lose their non-stickiness.

Three Things I Like:

  1. Sleeping with the windows open and the fan on.
  2. The Beatles
  3. Teaching Sunday School, hearing the kids laughing, and seeing their big smiles

Thanks. (I think.)

Many times it is obvious when you should say, “Thank you!”  For example, when someone opens a door for you.  If you don’t, the considerate person may actually shout out, “You’re welcome, Your Majesty!”  (I don’t think I have to point out that when the doors are automatic, you don’t have to thank anyone.  You may feel like a Jedi, though.)  Sometimes, however, a statement that is meant to be a compliment, it may make you raise one eyebrow in confusion.

Yesterday, I taught the middle school Sunday School class.  We had roughly twelve in the class, and they were awesome!  I loved every minute of it.  We were discussing friends, and what the Bible says about friendships.  I did ask them what the word, “adversity” meant.  When they didn’t know, I grinned, and sang, “Are you smarter than a 42-year-old?”  They laughed and I explained the meaning.  Then later, the kids would read the Bible verses aloud, and I would forget the beginning part, or the ending, and I would say, “Well, I am guessing your memory is better than a 42-year-old’s!”

At the end of class, one of the students said, “Mrs. Farmer, you don’t look middle-aged!”  Woah.  Middle-aged?!?!?  I don’t feel middle-aged.  Am I really “middle aged?”  Well, I guess if I make it to age 84, I am.  I am planning on making it past that, but if you make it to 84, people do tend to think, “She had a good, long life.” 

So, while I massage my arthritic knees and drink my prune juice, I guess I’d better start looking for a nice long-term care facility.

Tag Cloud