Right now I'm "Baby Sitting". That's a really bad name for it because none of them are babies and the only one sitting besides me is my sister (the oldest one being 'sat') - and she's playing the piano. Everyone else is running around with this game that we play every time I watch them. I print up all of these little clip art pictures and each picture is a clue. Then they run around the house looking for all of the pieces of a puzzle and eventu - well, I had to go and then the parents returned and now all is quiet. And I'm exhausted. I don't know why; the kids are great. The most work I did was with this game. Oh yeah, the game. - and eventually they've got the puzzle finished and the picture in the puzzle is a clue and if they find what's in the picture (or something like that) then they've found the prize. I've really got to start thinking ahead regarding the prize, because I had to run around the house like a crazy person to find something.
Oh yeah, I never finished telling you about my dog. He was going crazy. It was weird how bad he was. (sorry if my sentences don't flow well - I'm tired) He was running away (he does that on nice days, runs around the neighborhood and visits the other dogs) getting on table, hating visitors more than usual eating our fortune cookies and dark chocolate and pulling the muscles in my mom's neck. After the neck incident we had a really nice day and so Mom put him on the chain and let him jump up and down all day. And now he's back to normal! Weird dog.
I finally read the Red Badge of Courage. Wow. That book is SO boring through... well I guess about the first half of the book. It got better after I started reading out loud, though. Actually it flowed very well. Maybe it was meant to be read aloud and not silently. I think my dog was bored, though.
So the house is destroyed, but it'll clean up fast (I guess it's my fault, I'm the one that came up with this game), everyone's tired and happy and I've said goodnight to Dad. God is good. Of course, He's good when things don't seem so great for me, but for some reason we say that He's good when good things happen to us. But if something "bad" happens, it's hard to say that He is good, not because He's not, but because either 1) it's really hard to concentrate on how great God is when you're suffering or 2) because (most common for me) you don't want to sound fake, or like you're just trying to look holy or something. And people would think you were stupid or something to believe that your God is good even when you say that He is Sovereign and something bad has happened to you. But if you don't believe, then it wouldn't make sense. Oh may I glorify God when I suffer, and may He open the eyes of those around me and allow them to understand why I praise Him.
God is so Awesome. He's the only One who is truly awesome. Thank Him for being Him!