that huge egg on Isaiah's head

So today I was in the kitchen when I heard Isaiah come running from the living room. He hit his white semi-truck and fell, and I heard a thump on the wall. Not good. I went to pick the him up and try to calm him down from crying, and I saw him get up and actually stumble over again. Not a good sign, but sometimes two year olds are clumsy, so I didn't think much of it. Sarah got him some fruit snacks (Veggie Tales of course) and I sat him on the couch and tried to get him to stop crying. I asked him "what hurt? arm? leg?" He said through his tears, "head", and then I saw it... underneath his hair, on his forehead on the right, a large bruise, already purple, over an inch, shaped like an egg and puffing out. Ouch! I got him some ice and put it on their as much as he would let me, and he eventually calmed down. It was sad. I wish there was some way I could take the pain for him. Guess that is part of loving your kids.
He is asleep for a nap now, and Lily just went out too, which is quite cool. I have been mowing the grass, and I did the dishes too. Gotta love the days off.

So quick recap on highlights of what has been going on this week. I've been working on painting the church classroom downstairs with Rodney. Currently we have three walls painted. The maroon, the yellow, and the lime green. the other will be blue. I have drawn the Edgewood Student Ministries logo on the wall, and I still need to paint that. The room should look really cool when we are done. We'll probably need to move stuff back into the classroom this Sunday, so that the other classroom can be emptied out for the floors to be done.

On Tuesday night I led the small group over at the Greer's for the first time. It went well. It is a Zondervan DVD series looking at the landscape of where a lot of Bible events took place. This one was about the Masada. Masada is a city, it is mountainous, the word literally means fortress. David hid in those mountains when he was fleeing from Saul and calling God his rock and fortress in Psalm 18. Later Herod built a three level hanging palace there, and after he died, the Zealots took it over as a place of refuge from the Roman government. They actually killed themselves there rather than be made slaves of Rome. I don't find their suicide noble. It is one thing to not deny your allegience to your God and BE killed, it is another altogether to take your own life instead of becoming a prisoner. One is the death of a martyr, the other of a misplaced honor at best and cowardice at worst. Anyway, the small group went well, and I enjoyed teaching it. The downside of it was that Sarah was there with the kids and had to take care of them the whole time, so she missed out. She was frustrated leaving there, understandibly. Hopefully in the future we can have babysitting for them from her parents, if not, she'll just stay home and watch them.

Last night I had my Wednesday night class and we talked about Mary's obedience to God and how she didn't ask a lot of questions when she found out she was pregnant, but just trusted God and actually sang a song of praise to him. Amazing faith. Oh, and I floated the idea of going down to Roanoke Bible College so they could visit, sit in on classes, and they were all about that. Hopefully that can happen, I'll bring it up at the next board meeting.

I'm off to get a shower now (I'm still wearing what I mowed in) and then Sarah and Lily are going with her Mom and Grandma, and I'm taking Isaiah to CiCi's Pizza. Guys night out, oh yeah. Buffalo chicken pizza here I come.