Of the twelve disciples, Jesus frequently spent time apart with a trio: Simon, James and John.  The threesome was often chosen to go special places alone with their Teacher.  They were also the only disciples given nicknames:  Simon was tagged “Peter – The Rock” and the brother duo of James and John was labeled “Sons of Thunder”.  I was always under the impression that those three disciples were Jesus’ favorites, but lately I’ve been wondering.  Instead, what if they were the most unpredictable and mischievous and that’s why Jesus kept them close to him at all times?  Perhaps Jesus took them with him up on the mountain because leaving them behind might have caused all kinds of trouble down below.

When my dear hubby was a little boy, his mother kept him very close to her side.  At three years old, little Blake was already entertaining for large church groups, singing “Open Up Your Heart and Let the Son Shine In” and “I Love to Go to Sunday School”.  But as soon as the last note was sung, mom whisked her little performer off the stage before he started in with all manner of shenanigans.  PB* loved working a crowd, even as a toddler.

The story is told about one particular Sunday morning in the four-year old boy’s life.  As his mom was watching from the choir loft and his dad was preaching from the pulpit, the little guy was up to no-good in the pew.  He wasn’t being bad, just distracting the lovely Methodist folks during the sermon.  So Rev. O stopped his message, had his youngest boy come up front, and sat him down on a folding chair facing the congregation until the closing prayer.  An extreme measure, to be sure, and likely to cause intense psychological scarring to most children.  Not so for our little man.  Dad had hoped this would be a discipline that would end all horsing around during church forever.  But PB looked out over that assembly and discovered a rapt audience.  Now instead of a few pews of eyes watching him, he had the attention of the whole place and he was in his glory!  It was the beginning of a long and successful ministry.

Isn’t it funny how the little ones that try us the most, often grow up to do great things?  Is it because we held their hands a little tighter and kept them a little closer?  Did that strong grip plant a sense of security in them?  I think it did for Peter, James and John.  And PB.

*PB – Pastor Blake, my dear hubby

Well, I can’t pass up this chance to jump up and down and squeal a few “Yay’s” on behalf of my Green Bay Packers!  There’s nothing more fun in the sports world than being a fan of a championship team!

The Pack and I go way back.  I was conceived the same month Vince Lombardi was hired as head coach in Green Bay.  On the day of my birth, first year coach Lombardi and quarterback Bart Starr lost to the New York Giants 20-3.  I waited to make my entrance until after the game was over.  I was six years old when the Packers won Superbowl I.  All I remember is my grandma dozing in the rocking chair and jumping every time my brothers yelled.

When my oldest son entered 7th grade, I became a serious sports fan.  I realized that if I wanted conversation with my pre-teen it was going to have to be about sports, so I read the sports page every day to educate myself.  Our communication revolved around batting averages and ERAs, but, hey, it was conversation.

And how we loved the glory years with Reggie White and that other guy….Brent somebody.  Yah, his picture came off the refrigerator when he committed football adultry and broke our hearts.  We’re still working through it, obviously.

But today is a new day for Packer fans!  We have a new picture on our refrigerator and a Lombardi trophy is on its way to Wisconsin!

*jumping up and down*   Yay!!!  *jumping up and down*

I’m throwing a little celebration here on “small drop” today!  One year ago, on February 2nd, this little experiment began and I had no idea what I was doing.   I still don’t know exactly what I’m doing, or if I’m doing it right, or if it’s even worth doing!  I do know my little blog isn’t fancy-schmancy or in league with the big-girl bloggers out there.  But I’m content with a small space to articulate my small thoughts to my small audience!  So, happy birthday, “small drop”!  Let’s see if you survive a second year!

As I hit this milestone, some thanks are in order.  Plus, I’ve been watching those awards shows and have been making up my own acceptance speeches in my head.

Thanks to my son-in-law, Noah, who said to me one January day, “You should have a blog.”  Within a few seconds and a few clickety-clacks on the laptop, a new babe was born!  However, I was extremely intimidated and it took me a month to get enough nerve to publish my first post.

Thanks to my two girls, who encouraged me in so many ways. They assured me that I did, indeed, have something to say, and then told their girlfriends to read their mom’s blog.   However, if my darling daughters were the only ones who ever read this, it would be enough for me. 

Thanks to my son, who put a link on his facebook page to my “This Is Why” post and gave me the thrill of my blogging life when 78 people visited “small drop” in one day.

Thanks to my other son, who allowed me to write about his escapade in “Take Meat Out to the Ballgame”.

Thanks to PB, who doesn’t mind when I sit him down and plop the computer in his lap and say, “Want to read my blog?”  He loves me.

Thanks to my friends who actually stop by on their way to Pioneer Woman,  as well as readers who drop in by accident.  You have no idea how it thrills my heart to know you’ve been by for a visit!

Thanks to my producer, my director and supporting cast…..oops, getting carried away! 

One more:  thanks to God, who was the original Word that became flesh and lived among us for awhile.  And continues to live among us.  Amen!

I love Wednesdays.  Let me tell you why. 

Wednesdays are my mornings to sleep a bit later than usual, or get up and have an extra long study/prayer time.  Wednesdays are PB’s day to get up early, take out the garbage and walk the dog.   A few months ago, as I was lolling about in my pjs, my dear hubby surprised me by bringing in a tray with my favorite breakfast: orange juice, coffee and an English muffin with peach jam.  I was amazed!  I was astounded!  All week long I kept telling him how great it was and what a good guy he is.  The next Wednesday, it happened again!  I gave him a hug and a kiss.  English muffins have been coming on Wednesday mornings ever since.  Glory! 

I just wanted you to know what a lucky gal I am.  Plus, going public with this should ensure many lovely breakfast trays in the days to come.  Or maybe it’s the hugs and kisses.  Either way, it’s a pretty good deal.

Some people collect knick-knacks like tea cups and shot glasses.  Others gather fishing lures and baseball cards.  None of those types of things interest me.  Instead, I am a collector of ideas. During this dark and cold time of year, when Christmas decorations are put away and the wind chill is -10 degrees, I go to my endless file folders and peruse my collection of ideas. 

There’s a folder of decorating plans: fabulous pictures of designer homes along with simple ideas for organizing  junk drawers and such. 

 Another folder holds exercise workouts and articles on health and fitness; that one’s rather skinny; go figure! 

Then there’s a thick one that contains lists of book titles that were recommended or I heard about from somewhere. 

Even thicker is a file of craft and sewing ideas.  Actually, I needed to transfer those to a box a few years ago; but all the patterns are organized by file folder according to specific types.  File folders just make me happy, I guess. 

I have a writing file where stories I’ve started, writing prompts, and every “Quotable Quotes” page from Reader’s Digest’s last 10 years are tucked. 

 By far the mother lode of all is the recipe file, which has grown to several boxes.

I realize that the purpose of such a magnificent collection is to spur one on to actually take action; to knit that scarf, cook that dish, read that book, do those exercises.  But in the doldrums of winter, sometimes the ideas themselves are enough entertainment for me.  I like thinking about creativity almost more than being creative.   

 I wonder what will happen to my collection someday.  Oh, how I hope it falls into the hands of someone who will be inspired to create beautiful things.  In the meantime, I’m considering picking one idea each week….. well, maybe one each month, to pull out of the file and bring to life.  I’ll let you know when I’m done thinking about it….