Happy Hallowe....er....Harvest Season

Happy Halloween...or if you prefer...Happy Harvest Season
from G's House!

 

Some of us might be even scarier without the fake teeth!

 Children are a heritage from the Lord
    Psalm 127:3 

The Quiet Game

When G's children were young and things would get a bit loud, out of hand or “noisome”  while they were confined to the car together, G would issue an edict that they would now “Practice being Quiet.” It likely fooled them at first into thinking this was a new game. But it quickly became an effective, if not beloved, means of calming everybody down and quieting the atmosphere in the vehicle.
“You look out of that window,” G would tell one of the girls, and “You look out of that [the opposite] one,” G would say to the other.  “Now…practice being quiet!”  The imposed solitude didn’t have to last long but usually worked to help restore order. Ask them. They’ll tell you.  

G tries it on her grandchildren on occasion. It is NOT their favorite game. 

Practice Being Quiet. Sounds familiar…Where have we heard that before?
G's response also needs to be, like the young Samuel,“Speak, for your servant is listening.” (I Samuel 3:10)

 

Behold, children are a gift of the Lord
Psalm 127:3

A Time to Play

“Play” [the verb]   “engage in activity for enjoyment and recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose”
“Play” [the noun]  “activity engaged in for enjoyment and recreation, especially by children”  

A smile says it all

Do you remember the days when all you really cared about was playing in the most generic and juvenile sense of the word? With children, play seems to be built in…an automatic response to be engaged in when given any possible opportunity, appropriate or not.  A rock, a stick, a pan, a toy…doesn’t matter… all are instruments of play. Playing is as natural to a child as breathing. Have you ever watched a child purposefully look around for a toy(s) to take along on a car trip or for a nap. A small tractor clasped in a tiny hand must trigger endorphins to soothe the soul of a child, although I haven’t seen a study on that.

Once G had an adult graduate student in a class G was teaching tell of her childhood in which she, as she happily put it, “Just played and played.”
G tried to remember that principle with my own children. They needed time and opportunity and space just to “play and play.”
G remembers giving a friend a handful of change to attend their little yard sale and “buy” something. G kept the notes they made as members of their investigation club--the “Blue Jay Detectives.”  She still has the bucketful of “found glass” they dug up from the ancient buried dump in the field because they knew G liked old things.

It didn’t take much. A little imagination and some free time. It still doesn’t for the children of G's children.

There is a large red dirt mound way out in our back yard pushed up years ago from some project or other. It has covered itself with pines and cloaked itself with scrub trees and weeds. The perfect spot for play. They named it Pudding Hill (with apologies to Little Bear). Many a wolf howl has echoed from the top of Pudding Hill, humanly speaking.

Most recently, Pudding Hill has become the site of Fort Carolina.

A few 4 X 4’s… an old flag…a magic marker…and some...boogie boards?? Yep.   

The redoubts of Ft. Carolina

Fort Carolina is a versatile site that serves both as a defense position from a dubious enemy and a slalom course minus the snow. It is, after all, play…so anything is possible...if you have the correct foot wear. 

In one afternoon the Fort can be defended against an unknown but nevertheless threatening hoard of marauders. 

 

Or it can be the site of extreme boarding on a pine straw course.

A  boy ... his board...

A brown diamond rated hill...   

And the nerve of Joie Chitwood or Evel Knievel.

His sister is not quite the daredevil...somebody has to be around to call Granny or 911.

 

 

 

And do you remember when the "playing" of childhood stopped?  Do you remember the very last time you played the play of a child? We grow up and things change.  

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me."  I Corinthians 13:11

Our childhood play might end, but we must hold on to some vestiges of those days...

1. Our childlike dependence on a loving Father and His Son for eternal life

"Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”  Mark 10:15

2. Our childlike joy in His presence
[Jesus said] "I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete." John 15:11