i've been a slacker on updating this thing, sorry!
I've just been trying to find the time between my 2year old who's {potty training} (and doing great i might add!) and my 6 month old {gasp, really!?!?!} who is just so darn cute i can hardly peel my eyes off of her, catching up on {Rag-a-Muffin} orders thanks to my website's
grand-reopening sale (i'm
not complaining here), having a romantic valentines weekend with my man, and you know, spending needless time absorbed on facebook
. Well, i've
had a lot going on. All good things, though. During one of my quite times i was reading through Mark ch. 3.
I was struck by the {intimacy} that Jesus displayed towards his diciples by giving them nicknames. It says in Ch.3 vs. 16-17:
-He appointed the twelve: Simon (to whome he gave the name Peter); to James the son of Zebedee and John the brother of James (to whom he gave the names of Boanerges, that is, Sons of Thunder).-Peter, meaning The Rock...Jesus knew what kind of man Simon was and gave him a new name or a nickname that reflected
what/who that man would become.Sons of Thunder. This just makes me laugh. What were they like together, that Jesus gave them that nickname!?!?!I
{love} nicknames. My dad called me,
{stinkey winkey}. My brother calls me,
{Robo}.
My man calls me
{babe}. I had nicknames (and gave them) to several friends growing up.
My man i call
{my love}.