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OK, I’ve had this post in a draft stage for way too long. All I really wanted to do is describe a guy that I remember at YWAM in Marshal, TX about 10 years ago that has always been an image of true praise to me.
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Something someone said to me lately has been making be think about the parallels of Karaoke and church service.
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Maliah has been saying some funny one-liners lately as she pushes the edges of her vocabulary. I need to start writing them down somewhere, and figure there is no better place than here.
Her latest installments are:
“Dad, my underwear feel shaggy” - I think this meant that she had a wedgie, because she did.
“My shirt is all crashed up in here” - her long sleeve t-shirt’s sleeves were scrunched up under her long sleeve pull over after putting it on.
“Does this place have garfields to save the kids from drowning?” - lifegaurds at the hotsprings
“When Malachi swims, he does the struggle” - “the struggle” as in “the doggy paddle”
“There’s this creepy soft thing that’s inside my mouth on the side of my cheek” - she had bit her cheek and a peice of skin was hanging off inside her mouth
To me, what makes all of these so great is the thought connections she had to make to describe them. I’m pretty sure, for example, that she held the belief that Garfield the cat’s profession was lifegaurding.
I was a little hesitant to post this as it may fall under “the father who is overly fixated on his childrens’ slightest mannerisms,” but I figured if I don’t put it here, I’ll never remember them for posterity either…