And let the edumacration begin. We are in Waco for a few days to substitute
teach a few grandchildren while Mom and Dad are at a conference. And I’m serious about the teaching part. The boys are homeschooled, so we have to put
on our flat hats and teacher robes and once again pretend we know what we are
doing. It has been a while. Caleb is in first grade. Zakary is in fourth. Luke is ahead of them all. He’s two.
Speaking of Luke, the first thing he said to me after I got my DadDad
hug when we arrived? “DadDad bubbles
beard,” as he gently grabbed hold of a few fistfuls. By word of explanation, we received a text
picture the other night at his bathtime.
They had a tub full of bubbles, and Luke had some on his chin. Apparently he recognized the connection to
good old DadDad’s face. And last
night? Hey, a two-year-old never
forgets. DadDad Bubbles Beard.
We made it up here is time to hear Zak and
Caleb sing in their Fall children’s program.
Couldn’t make Zak’s piano recital
though. It started at two. Chris is good, but not even she can make it from
Galveston to Waco in two hours. We did
get to see a video of his performance though.
Masterful, of course. And they both
were great in their program as well.
So now we move on to the school day. Well, after we have donuts for breakfast … and
five or ten minutes on the iPad “just to help Dad out in his game” … and …
James 1:23-24 says, “Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a
man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away
and immediately forgets what he looks like.”
Father, ride with Josh and Christi on their
way to and from that conference. And be
with these substitute teachers. We can
use all the help we can get. Amen.
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