Quackerdoodle

Maddie has a stuffed duck named Quackerdoodle. This is one of her most special stuffed animals. Tonight, I came into their room and Maddie was sobbing. As best I can understand, she told me she wanted to give Quackerdoodle to Angel. Apparently, Angel was sad because she didn’t have a duck. Maddie wanted to give Quackerdoodle to Angel so she wouldn’t be sad.

I insisted this was not necessary. Yet Angel cried in despair. Maddie insisted that it was okay because she had Big Ducky, another stuffed duck.

I really didn’t know what to do. It was clear that Maddie was willing to give up Quackerdoodle but the heartache it was causing Maddie was equally evident.

SACRIFICE.

ABC

This morning, Maddie asked me if I knew anyone who is in het. Huh? It took her a while, but she finally figured out that she was mispronouncing the word. She meant hell.

“Anyone who doesn’t ask Jesus to be his Savior will go to hell when they die,” I responded. With the hope of sharing the Gospel with my children, I pointed out that they have not yet asked Jesus to be their Savior.

Then, a miracle began to unfold. Maddie asked how to become a Christian. We’ve shared the Gospel with Angel and Maddie several times, but in the past, when we ask them if they want to become Christians, they have both said no. Would this time be different?

I reviewed the Cubbies verses they recited last week. They sang along:

All have sinned. -Romans 3:23
While we were sinners, Jesus Christ died for us. -Romans 5:8
Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures. -1 Corinthians 5:13

Next, I pulled out a craft that Jubilee made a long time ago. I have kept it because it’s a clear explanation of the ABC’s of the Gospel: Admit I sin. Believe in Jesus. Choose to believe in Jesus and follow Him.

Both Angel and Maddie were tuned into what I was sharing. They didn’t walk away, change the subject, or start to look elsewhere.

The Good News of Jesus Christ had been shared. With bated breath, I asked my younger daughters, “Do you want to ask Jesus to be your Savior?”

“How,” Maddie asked curiously. This is a good sign!

“You pray what’s called the Sinner’s Prayer. Do you want to pray? I can pray and you can say it after me.”

Maddie said yes. I looked at Angel, my face very close to her face, “Do you want to ask Jesus to be your Savior?” I wanted to make sure she was agreeing on her own accord. Angel nodded her head.

This is really happening!

After a short discussion, we decided I would pray out loud, Maddie would repeat, then Angel would repeat. It turned out sometimes Angel prayed at the same time and sometimes she waited until after Maddie. It was very sweet. At the end, I had them say, “Now I am a Christian!”

After praying, I opened up my arms so they could come to me to receive a big hug. They were very happy. I said, “Let’s call Daddy!”

“Yeah,” they said. “No, let’s go tell Grammy!” I convinced them to tell David first, then run to Grammy’s house. On the phone, they were hesitant at first to say anything.

I prodded them by slowly saying, “We are now-”

“-Christians!” Maddie excitedly completed the sentence.

At the exact same time, Angel shouted, “We prayed!”

They continued to shout simultaneously. I eventually told David what happened. He was equally excited.

Finally, they ran to Grammy’s house to share the news. Meanwhile, I fell to my knees in praise of this same Savior. It is only by Jesus’ grace, this undeserved favor, that we have been saved.

When we picked Jubilee up from school, we told her the good news that comes from believing in the Good News. She was ecstatic. Later that day, I suggest she pray for them.

“Dear God,” she prayed, “Thank You for shining Your grace over Angel and Maddie.”

For it is by grace that you have been saved, not by works, that no man should boast. -Galatians 2:8-9

Being Chinese

Yesterday, I was at the Chinese grocery store with Angel and Maddie. At one point, Maddie asks me, “Why do we shop at the Chinese grocery store?”

“Because we’re Chinese,” I reply.

“No we’re not,” she states.

“What do you mean?” I’m Chinese. You’re Chinese.”

“No I’m not,” she contends. “Daddy’s not!”

I didn’t know what to say. Dumbfounded, in fact. I’m not sure if she doesn’t think she’s Chinese because she simply doesn’t, or if she believes the fact that David’s not Chinese cancels out the Chinese ancestry in our family.

“I dropped my blankie”

Angel and Maddie had been tucked into bed and I was reading to Jubilee on the couch. Angelina approached and whispered, “I dropped my blankie.”

*silence*

Unsure of what she really meant, I asked, “Um.. where is it?”

She continued in her whisper, “It’s on Maddie, and I don’t want to wake her up.”

So I head back to the bedroom with her and sure enough, her blankie is lying on top of a sleeping Maddie.

Permission to be messy

Today at Mountain School, Maddie painted for sixty minutes with the exception of a five minute diversion at the creek.

After she finished her first water color painting and wrote her name on it, Teacher Jeanne said, “Maddie, now would you like to go put it in the creek and see what the water does to the paint?”

Maddie’s eyes grew wide. She looked at me, I think looking for approval. I smiled and nodded at her, trying to widen my eyes as large as hers. Then she darted off toward the creek.

Wanting to avert the inevitable, I quickly chased after her, saying, “Maddie, do you want your galoshes?” Then she changed course toward where her galoshes lay, all the while chanting, “Galoshes! Galoshes! Galoshes!”

After she was all suited up, we climbed down the embankment to the creek. She swiped the surface of the water with her paper and giggled with glee. She looked at it, swiped the water again, and then looked at it once more.

Then she threw the painting on the ground and jumped into the creek!

The Lemonade Club

Today I learned the hard way that you literally should not judge a book by its cover.

At the library, Jubilee checked out a picture book called “The Lemonade Club.” I didn’t give the book my usual once-over before allowing her to check it out.

On the way home, she engrossed herself into the book. Typical.

When we arrived home, her eyes were watery. I thought it was because I had just finished discussing how Daddy would not get home before dinner time. Also, we were going to go have lunch with him, but David and I decided against it.

“The book is very sad,” she said. Then she burst into uncontrollable tears. She showed me the book. It’s about a young girl who is diagnosed with leukemia!*

Every child is different. I expect most if not all children to be affected by this book’s moving story. Jubilee is not just sensitive. Her heart is extremely tender toward those who are hurting. She cried for a long, long time.

We went inside the house. We looked through the book together. She explained what happened on the different pages. I clarified parts she didn’t understand. She continued to cry. I cried with her.

My beautiful Jubilee may not be able to handle movies, tv shows, songs, or books like other children her age, but I wouldn’t trade her tender heart for anyone else’s. God didn’t just give her this tender heart. He fashioned her heart like His own.

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As Jesus approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace. Luke 19:41-42

One of our prayers for Jubilee: You will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings. – Isaiah 58:12

*The Lemonade Club is nevertheless an excellent book. Please read it with your child.

How To Open A Container

Angel asks me to open a Play-Doh cannister.

It take some effort for me to pry off the top.

“Mom,” Angel instructs, “use your muscles.”

Pretend Play In The Digital Age

Maddie likes to hold any object (e.g. business card, french fry) and pretend it’s a digital camera.

Maddie: Say Cheese!
You smile for her.
Maddie: Click!
She shows you her “camera.”
Maddie: Wanna see?

“Wanna see?” cracks me up every time. Children no longer need to imitate the whirring sound of the film rolling up, put the film into an envelope, and bring it to the imaginary photo developer. Okay, I jest; children probably never did this. But don’t you love pretend digital cameras?

The name game

Angelina says to me (David),

“Daddy, listen…
Daddy Daddy bo baddy
Banana fana fo faddy.”

And she giggled gleefully. She knew full well that faddy sounds like fatty. :)

A Girly Prayer

Maddie: Dear God, thank you for fairies, rainbows, and princesses. Amen.

She also prayed something about a world with no boys and all girls, but it wasn’t understandable. Fairies, rainbows, and princesses? Crystal clear.