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A Bray Say… while sleep walking

Braylon just walked into the living room @ 10:25pm w/eyes all squinty, sits down on the loveseat, took a finger & twisted it in his ear (eerily similar to how he did that about 1 min.into this video of him @ 2 years old when we found him asleep on the bathroom floor)

…then he yawned a big sideways yawn (like he used to yawn) & mumbled,

you know. how mom prays for…

…that soldier.

(Rick and I look at each other and smile. Rick imitates him with his rotating-finger-move.)

it’s about a pepper…

and he’s not here.


I think it’s safe to assume he was sleep walking.

A Bray Say… about a Serial Killer

The other day, we were looking at a home to possibly rent.  About to start the tour of the home, we stood in the kitchen and listened to the owner explain a few details. Braylon interrupts with…

“Has anybody DIED in this house?!”

Nice.

Ricky & I just looked at each other and tried to keep from cracking up.

A week before, we recalled watching like 7 minutes of an “Extra” or some gossip-y news show: a story of a couple who bought a home later to discover it was formerly the home of a serial killer who’d kept his victims bodies in the home and buried in the yard. If I was an 8 yr old looking for a new place to live, & I’d seen that on TV…I think I’d ask the same thing!

The owner just looked at him smiling. Then his smiled turned downward and he said, “I’m afraid so…”

(Dramatic Pause)

“…a hamster.”

A Bray Say….about a cuss word

The other night the kids were at the table finishing their dinner and Angel says, “Mommy, I want some ice cream!” but she says “ice” with her lil Texan accent, which makes it sound like, well…

Braylon goes, “Mom? Angel just said a cuss word.” We’ve known  for months that when she says ice cream, it sounded more like “ass cream”, but it was just too funny to correct.

We simply smiled at Braylon and said, “I know. She doesn’t mean to, buddy.” We’ll train her to say “ice” the right way, in time (before she’s made fun of)…but I like the lil Texan in her voice & want to hear it as long as I can!  Unlike Braylon, she is a Texan, after all.

A Bray Say… about google

“Braylon, I love you.”

I know. I love you too. I love you a hundred forty thousand million times more.

“That’s not a number.”

Ok,

(pause)

…I love you…google.

(smile) ”Ok. nigh-night.”

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What is the Meaning of Google?

Have you ever wondered what is the meaning of Google? Where did the name google come from? What does google stand for? Google is the name of internet’s most popular search engine and the word Google is derived from GOOGOL.

Why is Google Called Google?

Googol is the mathematical term for a 1 followed by 100 zeros. The term was coined by Milton Sirotta, nephew of American mathematician Edward Kasner, and was popularized in the book, “Mathematics and the Imagination” by Kasner and James Newman. Google’s play on the term reflects the company’s mission to organize the immense amount of information available on the web.”

Goooooooooo,oooooooooo,oooooooooo,oooooooooo,oooooooooo,
oooooooooo,oooooooooo,oooooooooo,oooooooooo,ooooooooooGle

is indeed derived from Googol

10000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,
0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000,0000000000.
Yes, that is 100 zeros!

To Give is a Powerful Thing.

I heard from a  friend that today was Union Gospel Mission’s annual “Operation Overcoat” event where they do a coat-drive for all of Portland’s homeless – which is to last them through the cold winter months.  We took the kids with us and went down to 3rd and Burnside as a family to see if we could help. There were many people lined up for coats and food – about two-three blocks long. We stopped by Stumptown Coffee Roasters for a cup o joe first…where I met “Rex”, a girl who seemed in her late teens, sitting right outside the coffee shop. She was obviously homeless, with her sign asking for money so she could pay for her place in a hostel that night…and her small bundle of belongings. She was tan, had short, curly hair covered mostly with a cute hat, and eyes that were tired and kind and evading.

As I stood in line at Stumptown, I thought I’d just have Rick order so that I could talk with her. I never would have done this one year ago. But since learning a bit more about street life, and since I’ve been given more authority to approach people, I’ve gotten used to it. I probably even seem pushy or entitled to some. But regardless, I have way fewer thoughts about how people view me. (Gal. 10:1) especially if there is a greater, God-given purpose at steak… I really dont care much about anything except wanting to use this new audacity and courage to further His cause and Kingdom. Sure, I get insecure and pelt with anxiety at times, but I’ve been pushing through, because of that end purpose.

I had Angel & Braylon with me and we approached her with a smile. She smiled back. I said, Hi. and introduced myself and kids.  Then the conversation went something like this,

So, we wanted to take our kids down here and meet some people – kind of get out of our lil neighborhood today. It’s good to meet you. How long have you been in Portland? {Just like 2 days. I’m from New York. But came here to Portland from Cali.}

Wow, how’d you get here? {Usually, I hitch-hike… but sometimes jump a train. It’s not so bad.}

So, you’re trying to get enough money to stay at a hostel tonight? {Yeah.} …then we talked about the coffee at Stumptown and how someone bought her one and the barista made a heart design in the foam…and somehow the conversation turned to the Saturday Market….and then to child trafficking. She didn’t know really what it was, or that it happened in the U.S. much. I told her it sure did…and right here in Portland. I let her know that ,ost of the time it is not actually not done by kidnapping or force at first (like she thought), but by people tricking (mostly) girls (average age 12-14) … coercing them – dating for a while, buying them nice things – or giving them food & shelter – just enough to survive, but make sure that these girls never have enough to feel secure or independent. I went on to say that many times, when girls are lured in like this, once they’re in, they are usually raped or even gang-raped – told they are useless, stupid and other painful things. And told they are a piece of property now. But I didn’t want to just tell her all that and then be like, “Well, I gotta go now, good luck!”, so,  I let her know of the Walk to Stop Child Trafficking next Saturday, Oct.2nd, to stop this crime, and gave her a post card with the address. I made sure to let her know it was was free & that I’d love to see her there.

Before we all went on our way, I thought I should ask her if she wanted prayer for anything, so I did. She smiled again and looked down and said “sure”. I asked her what to pray for and she replied, “just happiness”….nodded her head & said it again. I reassured her I would to that. She replied, “thanks”, paused, and then reminded me to check out Saturday Market.

We walked on, toward Burnside, and came across a man playing guitar for change. Rick & I don’t carry change or cash usually, but Braylon had just earned $5 in allowance yesterday. This wasn’t just any $5. though. Rick must have gotten it from the bank in the form of silver & gold coin dollars…so it was more like treasure than allowance money. He was SO excited to get it that he went back to hug his dad with a few extra ‘I love you’s.

Well, Braylon saw this musician’s case open and he realized he had that money on him. He reached in his pocket and walked back and tossed in a silver dollar. The old man winked and nodded and kept playing. Braylon just smiled. When we asked him why he did that, he said, “because of the feeling I get when I do that”… “and because he was playing soooo goooood!” We told him we were very proud of him and that the Lord loves a cheerful giver.

Two more blocks down, a frail looking woman in her late 40′s who was limping, asked us (as a family) if we had just 75 cents so that she could catch the bus. Rick & I felt lame that we didn’t & told her that and started to continue on our way, but Braylon slowed up a bit. To a stop. He reached down again, into his pocket and pulled out another one of his silver dollar treasures, walked back toward her, and extended his hand out with that coin. She thought we’d passed her up so she was taken aback – especially that an 8 yr old boy would give her this. She actually refused as first. But when Braylon kept his hand out, she took the coin and thanked him, and said to him, “God bless you, son, thank you! You are so precious!” As we walked on, kiddingly, Rick said, Bray, you’re gonna go broke if you keep givin’ away your money!” And that woman was still right behind us and heard and said smiling, something like, “Oh, you will not go broke. I know you won’t. God will bless you with even more!”

We just kept telling him how proud we were of him, giving like this. After we dropped off the coats, we went to Burger King. I guess there was a spirit of giving – a theme for the day! And next thing I know, Ricky had bought several gift cards there, to give to homeless people. We drove back to Stumptown to find Rex & give her one, but she’d already packed up her few things and moved.  I really wanted to see her again. Maybe I will next weekend.

Tonight, Rick and Bray did a reading experiment. Since 8 is B’s favorite number, we went to the 8th book of the New Testiment, the 8th chapter and 8th verse…just to see what it said. To get the full idea, he had to back up one verse and read it all together:

Since you excel in so many ways—in your faith, your gifted speakers, your knowledge, your enthusiasm, and your love from us—I want you to excel also in this gracious act of giving. I am not commanding you to do this. But I am testing how genuine your love is by comparing it with the eagerness of the other churches. – 2 Cor. 8:7-8

A Bray Say… about Papa’s eating habits

We’re at the Old Spaghetti Factory at the end of a great, fun-packed gorgeous day with family

We all get our Spumoni. Braylon’s 1st Spumoni ever.  He tastes it, then leans over to my dad and goes,

“If you want, I can eat your ice cream too, since you have Diabetes.”

A Poem for my Dad on Father’s Day ~

A Day with Papa

We set out for a summer hike
For wildlife and trees
A seven and a three year old
In seventy degrees

A pole hand-crafted, fit to cast
With string and safety pin
A Papa’s voice encouraging
To wriggle it again

I place a flower in her hair
She gathers all she can
A daunting forest up ahead
We’re walking hand in hand

A father’s love, grandfather’s love
Protecting, yet it’s bent
Upon the unveiling of adventure
His, a life and time well spent

A Bray Say…about Annie

He was watching that old musical the other night, and goes, “Hey! She kinda looks like Chucky. She’s kinda freakin’ me out!”

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