4. A heart for God
5. Willingness to read their Bible daily
6. Taking responsibility for their own actions
9. Respect for others
10. Respect for themselves
Meanwhile, back on his home planet, Forno, in the town of Ziti, Biff’s best friend Neal Parmesan sat in his comfortable recliner, watching the news. His phone began to vibrate, the first notes of the popular song “Lasagna” sounding tinnily through the room. Grabbing the device, he wiped the screen and grumbled, “Hello?”
“Hello!” piped Pizelle’s lilting voice. “I just got a message from Biff! He’s landed on Marinara!”
Neal sat up straighter, interest filling his face. “Oh? And what did he find?”
“Well….” she trailed off, then continued, “I don’t, actually, know yet. I don’t know what sort of delay there is in the messages, but I sent a reply and he hasn’t answered, yet.”
“Hopefully, he’ll get back to you pretty soon. Maybe he’ll send pictures!”
Pizelle laughed. “Probably not. I imagine the roaming charges are exorbitant!”
Monday is not a horrible day. Monday is a day of new beginnings – the start of a new work-week and often the start of new attempts at good habits.
2 Timothy 3:12 says, “Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution.”
Food for thought: Do you suffer persecution? Does that, perhaps, mean that you are not living godly in Christ Jesus?
We started back to school this morning. It doesn’t look the same for us as it does for some, as we homeschool. Sarah did a lesson in reading and worked some math problems. The boys had curriculum to work with. We also took time to visit with friends. No, not everything got done that I’d hoped; but we made a start, and that’s what counts, right?
I asked my kids for words… they gave me the following:
word, chivalrous, peanut butter, Yoshi, pony
So what follows is what I came up with from those words.
The light brown pony, who was just about the same color as peanut butter, stood chewing calmly by the fence as he watched the other ponies play in the corral. He wasn’t in with them because his leg was still healing. He had broken it attempting to jump a cliff like Yoshi, and, like Yoshi, he missed while his rider managed to leap off and land on the other side. It was surprising that he only had a simple break that was easy to set.
His attention was drawn to his primary rider, who had just dismounted and stepped out of the corral. He joined his sweetheart, who had been awaiting him near the gate. In a characteristic chivalrous act, he opened the barn door and allowed her to precede him into the dim interior. As the door swung shut behind them, the word “beautiful” floated out to tickle the pony’s ears.