Toy Trains Trump Technology

I’m a technology fan.  It’s in the title of my blog and I’ve written about it many times but last night I was reminded that simple things can be more fun that technology.

While at Church last night I had the opportunity to hang out with a 2 year old boy playing in the nursery.  It had been years since I’d actually gotten down on the floor and played with someone that young.

It was fun building with blocks and setting up the wooden train tracks.  It was cool to see him watch me put the track pieces together and then turn around and do it himself.

The boy’s Mom was really thankful that I could watch him but in reality I owe her the thanks.  Normally, during that time I would have been on my phone doing something meaningless.  Instead, I was able to set the technology aside and slow down. Forget about everything else and pretend to be a kid again.  To shift my focus from the outside world and put it on building a train track. What I discovered was that for me a wooden train set trumps technology.

What’s a favorite childhood toy of yours that you wish you could spend a half hour playing with today?


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Week 9 Verse – This One’s For The Parents

Have you ever had one of those times where you question whether you’re a good parent?  Where you wonder just how effective you really are?  Well,  welcome to my week.  I love my kids and I know they love me but for some reason the past week has been a struggle.

With that in mind I turned to my Bible looking for a little guidance.  That’s when I came across Proverbs 22:6 (MSG).

Point your kids in the right direction – when they’re old they won’t be lost.

That was the reassurance I needed.  I have been pointing them in the right direction.  If I hadn’t I wouldn’t be getting the push back lately. It also reinforced what I believe my priorities for parenting should be; parent first, friend second, everything else can follow.

After some prayer and reflection I see that having weeks like this are probably beneficial.  Questioning the job I’m doing as a parent from time to time is a good thing.  It means I care and want to be better… and anytime you care about something and work to be better at it you are already a long way down the path to success.

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Meat Cutting Memories

This past weekend I shared the above picture of the beef broccoli I made on a forum I visit often.  Yes, I really like forums.  One of my online friends asked the question if “I’d ever considered a plant based diet”.

The honest answer was “no” for several reasons.  I’ve had some (and cooked some) excellent vegetarian dishes. I have nothing against a plant based diet but with family and friends that raise cattle and hogs we have access to excellent meat at very affordable prices. We know where it comes from, how it was raised, and can instruct the meat locker on how we want it cut and packaged.

Growing up my Grandparents had a meat cutting area in their basement and we cut and processed our own. Working together with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins cutting and packaging meat is a fond childhood memory.

In fact, I think it might even be my first memory of working. You see, if you could use a black marker to write an “H” you had the job of marking the hamburger.  As you got older you might be able to run the tape dispenser.  It was a really big deal for me when I was old enough to be trusted with a small knife for the first time to cut the fat off pieces of meat. Those pieces then got run through the grinder to be made into hamburger.

Lunch was always delicious. I remember crock pots of soup and my grandma’s homemade apple bars.

Every time I get a pound of hamburger or package of steaks out of the deep freeze I remember my family working together, talking and laughing, having a good time cutting meat.  What a great memory it is… and probably the main reason I’ll never give up eating meat.

What’s your earliest memory of work?


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