Prayer

One of my favorite school stories is the one that has stuck with me for a few years.  It was the main reason for starting this blog.  I had always intended to share it.

We have a very energetic 5 year old at the school.  He frequents my office, not because he is necessarily in "trouble".  He is just energetic.  He will sit in my office and tell me stories/ thoughts/ ideas, just whaever pops into his head.  Well today he was very excited about a sore he had on his arm.  He told me all about the sore, how it hurt, where it came from (he didn't know and that troubeled him greatly).  He paused in his story, and looked me squarely in the eye and said " Let me tell you something about this sore..  Mom put medicine on it, we prayed for God to heal it, then I went to sleep and God healed it and the sore was gone.  Isn't God great!"  He then proced to dance around my tiny office singing a made up song about how great God is.  It made me giggle then and it still makes me giggle now, 2 1/2 years later.

School

I was walking out to the playground the other day to deliver a message to a teacher and I over heard one of our Kindergarten students proclaim very loudly " How did you not know that I was your grandpa, I gave birth to you."  Ummm.  not sure what to say about that.

Good Evening

Well this past weekend was an exciting one.  On Thursday night our school had their high school dance.  So off my little pony went.  She had a new dress to wear.  Most of the time you will find my little pony in riding pants and t shirts.  It was quite the change to see her in a dress, heals with her hair and make-up all done.  Then Friday night she was off to a friends sweet 16 party; in another new dress.  Then Saturday morning we were both up early for a spring workday at the barn.  We swept, knocked down all the cob webs, scrubbed at the water and feed buckets, scrubbed all the boots and helmets and just generally gave the barn a good cleaning from top to bottom.  Then we had a huge lunch.  Everyone brought something and there was so much food, no one left hungry.  After lunch we hid 650 eggs on the 27 acres of property.  It was pretty wild watching about 15, 14-17 year old girls running and screaming trying to find eggs.  The girls ended the evening paining the jumps.  I don't know about the other girls, but my little pony came home with paint all over her, her clothes, her face and even her feet.  Apparently you can't paint with shoes on, so all the girls went barefooted.  It was one of those perfect days all the way around.