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Monday, April 25, 2011

bizzyyyyyy

wow. we've been BIZZY.

the house is almost done. excruciatingly close to being finished.

of course, the closer you get to the finish line, the longer things take.

who knew it would take 3 months for the windows to come?

or that the floors would all have to be re-grouted?

or that there would be so much paint spattered everywhere that it would take weeks to clean it all off?

or that the construction rubble in the back yard would have to all be dug up and removed piece by piece so that we can put topsoil??????

or that the workers would have thrown garbage in the water drains and they'd all have to be cleaned out?

i love my new house...i will love it even more when it's done, we're moved in,  and the workers have all GONE AWAY.

:P

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

don't squash the child's heart...


this is emma. 

at the grocery store, 
eating icecream from the macdonald's kiosk.

yes, she is wearing a plastic crown and
a string of my old beads.

and her jelly bands, of course.

and her peter rabbit jumper and bloomers.

i often let her wear the crown when we go out,
for you see

emma is a princess.

this is a very important thing to remember.

every night she prays for 'her prince' to come some day...

she takes this very seriously.

i've seen and heard parents admonish children not to
wear dress-up stuff outside the house.

'get dressed properly, take that off, you look silly, we're going out...' blah blah blah

what a way to squash a little heart.

let the little cowboy wear his boots.

let the princess wear her crown.

all too soon, childhood is over, the dreams have been shattered,
and 'proper' has taken over the fun of being silly.

let the child be a child.

and it wouldn't hurt for you- or me- to wear a crown, or old beads,
or a flowing ball gown, or cowboy boots and hat,
to the grocery store either.

you'd be surprised how much fun it is.

:)

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


yes, my daughter is eating honeycombs and kraft dinner for supper.


and yes, only God could create something this beautiful. the loveliest lilac flower i've ever seen, with fluted papery petals so delicate and soft. wish i knew what it was called.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

on the Lenten road...

i love old poetry. i love the ancient English 'thee's' and 'thine's' and the convoluted sentence structure. i grew up reading it- i learned to memorize Scripture in the King James translation, so it's familiar and comfortable.

this may not be true for some who read this, but just let the words settle in your mind and don't dissect them or try to interpret them.

here's a lovely example of Victorian English in a poignant poem about Christ on the way to the Cross.

"And is Thy spotless life on earth to end
Ere Thy young manhood has but scarce begun?
Will not Thy Father heaven's guardians send?
Thou art His son.

Is there no other way to save mankind
Without Thine agony and utter loss?
Is there no road which Heavenly Love may find
Beside the Cross?

There is no path His weary feet may know
But that which leads Him to the shameful tree;
That Great Forgiving Love will even go
to Calvary."

E. Lillian Lowther

Monday, April 4, 2011

a mysterious wall


"...At certain times and places, God will build a mysterious wall around us.

He will take away all the supports we customarily lean upon, and will remove our ordinary ways of doing things.

God will close us off to something divine, completely new and unexpected, and that cannot be understood by examining our previous circumstances.

We will be in a place where we do not know what is happening, where God is cutting the cloth of our lives by a new pattern, and thus where He causes us to look to Him.

Most Christians lead a treadmill life- a life in which they can predict almost everything that will come their way.

But the souls that God leads into unpredictable and special situations are isolated by Him.

All they know is that God is holding them

and that He is dealing with their lives.

Then their expectations come from Him alone..."

Streams in the Desert