April is here...by Bethany Topic: People/Family stories
I have shared my bi-line with my oldest daughter, Hannah before. Now it is time to share a word from my 16 year old daugher, Bethany. She wrote about some Easter memories on her myspace blog and I asked her if I could share it here.
So, here's Bethany:
April is here!
I am sitting on my bed and and watching as my clock just changed to 12:00 AM, April 1, 2006. If that isn't exciting I don't know what is. National Humor month is here starting with April Fools Day or "Good Dogs Day" as a sign on the street said. Not only is there lots of laughter this month (which is one of my favorite things to do and it's good for you too) it is national frog month too (and I like frogs). Here's a heads up for upcoming, usually unknown and forgotten holidays this month, the 10th is national sibling day, the 16th is national stress awareness day, the 17th is national cheeseball day, and the 21st is national high five day. Oh, and it's national guitar month!
April always gets people excited (if you don't start feeling unusually happy half way through the month, Get Help!) itis almost May which is graduation and of course prom comes around. Summer plans start getting made and what could be more exciting than summer after all it only comes three months a year (unless you live in Phoenix, or the Sahara Desert). It has the beloved Easter which you know is good all the way around food, candy, and even though I'm NOT (notice capitals) a morning person sunrise service is always really wonderful.
My fondest (cool word) memories of my Dad are at Easter time. I remember him waking me up to go set up chairs at Buckskinner Park early one Easter morning. I was so excited that I got to wear pants to a "church" service that I forgot to look in my Easter basket. It was really cold that morning and there was frost on the dead grass (it has to be dead because we don't have live grass in Williams). I sat in the front row singing along with my Dad on his guitar, then came the usual resurrection message. The sun started to rise higher in the sky to warm things up and melt the frost (so the grass would be wet), and then it could sit back in the sky and watch people (slip on the wet grass). My dad then took us out to eat at a restaurant, then proceeded home to drop me and my sister off to change into dresses for sunday school and remember that candy that had been neglected.
Easters are different now, even though I still get woke up by my Dad and we usually go out to breakfast, I don't just sing and then daze off watching the morning come in. I actually listen (I know wow!). I think about that morning and if it had frost beautifully glazed on the grass maybe with a slight foggy mist. Walking through the garden tombs (which doesn't sound particularly enjoyable, but I have heard they are quite enchanting) in the crisp morning air in your bare feet. Finding that instead of spicing up (or preserving) a dead guy, finding he's alive and right there waiting for you to get up and see him. It would have been the perfect day!
I'm coming down with something.... Topic: Humor/memes
Oh me...I wondered why I was feeling so....blosky. *aaaaaaaCHOO*
Carol, from She Lives is one of my all time favorite bloggers. She is so cool! But I'm afraid I've caught a little something from her that is very contagious...*hack hack* It will soon be rampant and explosive, so watch out!
It's called The Indie Virus. It's complicated, so I won't go into details, but someone named Pearson is spreading this around and it's actually an honor to catch it!
....so here is the purpose:
The experiment, henceforth referred to as "The Indie Virus," has two goals:
1. To bring exposure to lesser known blogs (especially those outside of Technorati's top 100) 2. To explore the metrics behind a viral linking campaign launched by the "little guys" (less popular blogs)
Where it started? Read the comments here at Copyblogger.
Apple green, apple green, I love to paint things apple green... it looks so clean, with satin sheen, oh how I love this apple green..
I paint it on my ceiling I paint it in the bath And when I’m done I look to see my children shake and laugh
Cuz as I’m painting to and fro I splatter paint on hair and clothes On my glasses, up my nose Even green on my pink toes
I’ll paint it in each of my rooms You may say, she is writing on fumes! But I say, Oh no I just love it so… Oh, this green with it's sheen, It's so keen
Tomorrow I will paint with brown And I’ll think of rhymes and write them all down
Carnival of Beauty: Flowers Topic: Carnival entries There is a growing group of Christian ladies who write blogs. Some of us join in the Carnival of Beauty (started by Sallie of Two Talent Living) on a regular basis, practicing our writing skills and sharing our thoughts on a topic that is picked out for us. It is a lot of fun and I've gotten to connect with a lot of fellow bloggers, as well as practice writing on a given topic. (kinda like English class in school, but much more forgiving!) It is not a contest, just a fun exercise in sharing our blogs with each other.
The ladies have taken turns hosting the carnival. (I haven't been brave enough to do this yet.) So go to Amanda's and read some of the entries on the topic: The beauty of flowers.
Maybe next week, you could send in an entry for yourself!
Seeds We've Sown Topic: God things Oh, I love posts like this one, over at my daughter Hannah's blog. I love it when God actually shows you the results of something that you had a hand in...like a gardener who sows the seed after the last frost and gets to enjoy the beautiful blooms in July.
Here is an exerpt from her post:
During high school I was a leader/teacher for Teamkids at our church. I did it for quite a while actually, and I loved it. It was a huge outreach for a lot of kids in our town who needed it a lot. We always hoped it would be for the parents too. There was one family with three kids that came for a while, then moved to Flag. These children were pretty little, I think the oldest was 7. The two younger boys were.. they made me smile. a lot. Dey taltet lite dis (they talked like this), and every week when we'd pick them up on the van one of them would be in raptures with this bright green car we'd pass. he called it the "too fast too fuwious tar. it's so tool Miss Hannah!" They also reeked of marijuana every time they got on.
I went to a service at a church I don't normally go to tonight with a few of my friends (yea I finally went. I've been telling my friend Mike I'd go for a few months now... but now I have so it's alright.) Well, I was sitting there talking to someone, and guess who comes in? The kids AND their mom! I almost started to cry I was so excited to see them in church. I talked to the pastor afterwards and found out they'd been coming for a while, and their mom had been baptized that morning.. their dad has even come a few times.. and the kids remembered me!! Praise God, their mom knows Jesus now! What a party in heaven. Well, it made me very happy. Just another reminder that God knows how to take care of people, and I can trust Him with them.
Beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News.....thanks Hannah!!
Buff for Mayor....Woof! Topic: Humor/memes
Ok, maybe you've read my post on living in Small Town USA, but here is something new. My daughter informed me that our former town just had an interesting election. The current mayor ran for re-election and there was only one other candidate, a dog named Buff.
Only in a small town!
She is no ordinary dog though. Buff is a town icon. She is owned by Scott, the local photoshop owner/photographer in Williams. Almost every day you can find Scott and a handful of other downtown Williams shop owners having lunch at Pine Country Restaurant, including Buff. Yeah, Buff goes everywhere Scott goes, no leash, just faithful friend. (he does leave the dog outside for church though) Everyone in Williams knows Scott and Buff.
My Bible's Sojourn Topic: God things I love my Bible.
It’s not just any Bible, it’s mine. It is like an extension of me…..
....it even resembles my personality! I got it almost 16 years ago on my birthday from my husband. It is hard cover bound, so after a year or so, when it started to show its wear, I got a grey tapestry zippered cover for it. Now, after 16 years of use (I wish I could say daily use, but I’m not that disciplined) it has totally come undone from its hard cover, it is dog-eared and has little coffee stains on it. It also serves as a filing cabinet for an assortment of church bulletins and scraps of paper of all kinds, some pamphlets on becoming a Christian and one on grief, along with a few bookmarks (one from a missionary friend in Togo) and momentos.
Almost all of the bulletins and scraps of paper have Bible study notes scribbled on them. They are notes from sermons, conferences, Bible study classes, retreats and personal study. I never plan to take notes…simply because I don’t plan ahead very well, so the notes have to be put down on anything that has a margin to write in….it helps me to listen better, putting it down on paper. I may never look at that paper again or understand what it means if I did look at it, but I learn best through my eyes. So when I write something down while listening, my brain absorbs it better. (may sound complicated, but it’s just a brain thing)
I have thought about getting a new Bible many, many times (because I’m so embarrassed by it’s condition), but I just can’t give this one up. It’s familiar and comfortable to me. I may use another translation once in a while for study or contemplation, but this one is comfortable in my hands. I can find things more easily and have many important little notes jotted in the margins.
So when I came home from our ladies’ retreat, then moved into this new house and I couldn’t find my Bible, I was a little worried. I had a full scale search going through the house, drawers, boxes, cabinets, shelves, cars. I asked some friends who I had ridden with if they could look in their cars. I called my friend who’s house we stayed at during the move to see if she had found it.
Nothing….it was gone….=(
I got out my old Bible from my teen and college years and used it. It was actually my mom’s Bible before it was mine and it has her name embosses on the front. It is also hard bound, but has fake leather-looking material on it that is now crunchy feeling with age….ew. I enjoyed using it, finding my old study notes from those years, learning from my home church pastor, youth retreats, college conferences and classes.
Because I had about given up on finding it, I began looking through the CBD catalog for a new Bible.
Then a little over a week ago, I got a phone call….
“Hello, is this Christie Lord?”
“Yes,” I said, thinking it was yet another phone solicitor targeting new move ins.
“You don’t know me, but I have your Bible. And I’m in New York.”
*picture me here with my mouth hanging open and starting to laugh in amazement*
It turns out that my Bible had slipped under the front seat of the moving truck and stowed away, undetected, until it arrived in upstate New York! (funny thing is, I never stepped foot in that moving truck, so I don’t know how it got there) She told me that she had been cleaning out the truck after moving from Phoenix to New York and had thrown away some things, like a few clothing items (which solved a mystery Emma was having about some missing clothing) but when she came across the Bible, she opened it and began leafing through it. Now, you could leaf through my Bible for days without coming up for air, it’s just that way, what with all the notes and cool stuff to look at. And that is just what she did! She apologized for going through my things, but I said I didn’t mind at all. I was glad she enjoyed it and I was so excited that she actually took the time to look for me! After reading various notes, she decided she had to find me. So with just my name and my husband’s name, and knowing we might be in the Phoenix area, she tracked us down. She thanked me for leaving that Bible in the truck and said it had ministered so much to her. Some of the notes were exactly what she needed to hear and encouraged her to get closer to the Lord again and to find a church. (WOW) Then she asked if she could keep it for a few more days, so that she could copy down some of the notes….of course I said yes. I was so amazed that a simple ‘mistake’ (and result of my frenetic disorganization) could turn out bringing someone closer to God. It was all masterfully orchestrated.
My Bible went on a mission trip!!
The last thing I had put in my file…er, Bible….was the notes from the ladies’ retreat I had been on with this new church, the same weekend we were moving. So I pretty much new the notes she was talking about. They were just what I had needed to hear too at the retreat. They were the notes from the Bible studies on Joseph’s life….about how God uses the hard things in our lives to develop deeper character. Then He uses the stronger character in us to serve Him in greater ways. It was a God-inspired type of Bible study that Jan Shrader had led that weekend, and its influence was felt across the country!
When I saw the mailman at my door the other day, holding a large mailing envelope, I knew it was my Bible. I tore it open to find out if there was a letter or anything in it to find out more about this woman who had shared some of my very personal notes. There was no letter, but she had put inside the cover a brand new note pad! Maybe she is one of those well prepared people and likes things organized, so my ‘system’ probably had her shaking her head. Ha…=)
I am so glad to have my Bible back…..but I am so glad to have ‘lost’ it for a while. It did good work.
The Line Topic: God things We rented Walk the Line, a movie about Johnny Cash's life the other day and our house was booming like a low-rider with Charles’ new surround sound cranked as we watched it. It’s an excellent movie…..and just as depressing as it should be. It is a battle between good and evil. The battle is played out in almost every character’s life as the movie pulses on. In the beginning, crossing the line of sin is flirted with, and then dived right into. But as the story progresses each character’s agonizing battle is portrayed very well….including adultery, drug and alcohol abuse, bitterness, family neglect and pride.
It is so elusive these days.....this line of right and wrong. Often there are no visible lines in our American way of life. But here is a very good starting place.
Madness..... Topic: Humor/memes Have you ever felt like you can't handle one more thing on your plate...or in your head?
I feel that way this past week.
The moving is over, we're all settled in, things are put away. But settling into a new routine, and trying to get used to a new schedule of events is maddening to me. By personality, I am an ESFP. I don't do stress very well or big responsibilities or organizing. And here I am, trying to do my best to get used to new organization in my life.
The ESFP under a great deal of stress gets overwhelmed with negatives thoughts and possibilities.
Sunday was about my last straw. It was fun having our friends from Williams here for church, having an old friend we knew in New Jersey here to visit while searching for homes. (they are moving here in June!) And I think I could have handled that part. But my husband and 3 of my daughters were leaving on a mission trip to Mexico right after the service. I was frantically trying to keep track of our visitors and make plans for later in the day, all while answering about a hundred questions from my family and trying to take orders for what to get them from Taco Bell.
I totally lost track of our friend from New Jersey. I never saw him again after Taco Bell. Maybe he gave up trying to follow me around. This is why I never take positions of leadership. It makes me nuts.......NUTS! People should never trust me to be organized or to be in charge of things.
I was concerned about getting home to meet the pool guy from church who was going to install a new vacuum thingie in our dirty, neglected pool....it was raining...did I mention it was raining during all of this? I usually love the rain, but this day it was just tapping on my brain like a very annoying fingernail....taptaptaptaptaptaptap.....ha! I was ready to either burst into tears or maniacal laughter.
I think I am pre-menopausal...did I mention that? (for the past 2 months...pms off and on unpredictably creeping up on me)
Well, the day did settle down after the really cool new pool sweeper thingie was installed and I went to get my niece to come spend the night, since it was just me and Maggie. I put a movie on for the girls in my bedroom and put on my comfy jammies and huddled on the couch for the rest of the evening.....and into the wee hours of the morning actually.
When Charles is away, I usually stay up late, so that I can fall asleep easily. I got a little carried away playing Sudoku online and before I knew it, it was 2am. I fell completely and soundly asleep until I heard knocking at my front door at 8something am. It was the city water department. My head did that little freaking out feeling...I think it's a rush of adrenaline squirting out into your brain or something. I had forgotten that the city was going to turn off our water today to fix a leak in the main in front of our house. heh heh Well, he was warning me that we had 20 minutes before the water was shut off.
Fast gear for me is pretty frenetic....I started rushing around to get my shower taken and pots filled with water so we could wash hands and have water to use. Not a very good way to start off a day that you thought was going to be recuperative from a stressful weekend! So after I fixed the girls their oatmeal with apples and did some morning chores…..
…..my mom called to remind me that she had something that needed to go to the medical lab today for my dad's testing. (Don’t you love these stories that just seem to go on and on, piling events up til they reach the sky?) Still in high gear from that early (for me) morning adrenaline shot, I packed up the kids and took them to my sister’s house while I ran my mom’s errand, grabbing the phone book on the way out, thinking I might stop by a used furniture store to look for bedroom furniture that we’ve been talking about. At my sister’s we made a list (what a concept!!) of consignment furniture stores from the phone book and I made a plan of attack, noting from 1-6 the most convenient order in which to visit them and make a quick trip of it while she watched Maggie for me.
Arriving at my mom’s, I got the directions to the medical lab, all the information for my dad’s medical history, my mom’s power of attorney papers, his insurance card and the ‘things’ I needed to drop off. And I got another errand….they urgently needed some things from the store….uh, the maniacal laughter with a side of hair pulling almost kicked in.
I got the deeds done in short order (see reference to adrenaline squirting into my head) and may I just say here that it’s really a weirdly humiliating feeling to purchase two large bags of Depends undergarments in a busy Walgreens while being waited on my a 20something woman and being looked over the shoulder by a 30something man. Oiy! I arrived to find my mom having a hard time with my dad. (for reference, my dad has dementia and chronic bladder and kidney problems and my mom recently had hip replacement surgery) So I stayed a while and made them lunch and got them all settled before snatching my leave to run my quick errands.
Most of the shops had the usual assortment of old fashioned and over priced furniture, but I did happen upon a bed stand and a dresser that were just what we needed! (after I prayed desperately for the Lord to help this trip on such a busy day profitable) I enjoyed the time out by myself with no one to distract me from my task….i.e. Maggie. (she’s so sweet and fun, but so talkative and distracting when you’re on a mission!)
I am home now….Charles called to say he and Hannah are headed home from Mexico (about 3 hours drive)…reheated leftovers for dinner and am comfy on my couch blogging away about my burdens.
I can feel them lifting away. I’m relieved to have my friendly husband coming home tonight, along with my girl Hannah, who is home on Spring Break, to have new bedroom furniture to look forward to installing, and to be ever so close to my bedtime!
Demotivator graphics are courtesy of Despair.com and are very timely indeed! I needed a chuckle.
Mischief Topic: Humor/memes My internet friend, BJ (a minister no less), wrote this true story. With his permission, I want to reprint it here for you. (He’s nuts by the way…this is nothing unusual)
Okay so I go to the supermarket after chat this afternoon and when I was done I started out to my car which was about 100 yards away on the parking lot ...
I have my remote keyless entry in my hand and I pushed the pop the trunk button and the trunk obligingly opened. Unfortunately, just as I popped it, this lady was walking by ...
She startled a little at the trunk popping open. There wasn't anyone around her and she looked both ways and then she reached up and shut my trunk. I thought "Why did she do that?" so I pushed the trunk button again and the woman, again looks both ways and shuts my trunk...
So I popped it open again and she reaches up and slams it down really hard, so I pushed the panic button, which honks the horn and flashes the lights, and I guess she thought she had sat off my car alarm, and she started running back and forth like one of those targets in an arcade shooting game, and then she RAN to her car and got in and drove away really fast ...
By this time I was laughing so hard I could hardly finish walking to the car.
Meme as in scheme Topic: Humor/memes I did a meme tonight.
Don’t worry, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A meme (it’s either pronounced meem or meemee, I prefer meemee, it’s cute) is an internet questionnaire, which is circulated on blogs or in email. The purpose of these fun little thought provoking questionnaires is that you get to know new things about people you thought you knew. Tonight there was one on a blog I’ve recently been skulking around on, Holy Mama. This lady is hilarious! You’ve got to check her out…er, her blog, don’t be weird.
Here’s the meme. (I won’t ask anyone to give answers, cuz I am not sure anyone reads this!)
1. secret talent 2. if you have a blog and a spouse, does the spouse read the blog? 3. fruit or chocolate 4. eye color 5. ranking 1-10 of overall life satisfaction
1. Secret talent: I animate stuffed animals....my kids all thought their special stuffed animals were really talking to them til they got older. I just know what they are thinking and say it...well, I say it in their voice. ;) I also like to make up songs with lots of silly rhymes. My kids hate it...my dog loves it! 2. He used to read it but he hasn't made any comments lately. I will have to find out....somehow. Maybe I should threaten to write something terribly embarrassing about him if he doesn’t leave me a comment in the next few days. hmmmmmm 3. Chocolate please. I made a fresh strawberry pie for dinner (had company) and I was wishing the whole time we were eating it that I'd made something chocolate. 4. Hazel: green/brown 5. EIGHT....kinda exciting after a recent move, making new friends, decorating a new house, etc etc, but at the same time it’s a lot of work and lonely at times. (I really miss my Williams friends.)
It's Carnival Wednesday! Topic: Carnival entries The Carnival today is The Beauty in My Life and it is hosted by Two Talent Living. Sallie did a great job on her entry for the carnival but I have to wait to read the rest, because I'm sneaking in a minute from homeschooling to write this!
Go read what these ladies have written on the beauty in their lives!
A Living Legacy Topic: People/Family stories
When I think about people who have died and gone on before us, my memories of them are tied to something about their life. For some it may be what career they were in, if I knew them at church it may be what their role was in the church (teacher, preacher, hostess, cleaner upper, organizer, leader, singer, encourager), but usually I think of people in terms of who their family was and especially their children. If we?re a parent, we leave a living legacy of who we were and what we?ve passed on.
So when I was trying to think of what beauty there was in my life, specifically tied to me as a person, (not the beauty I see ?around? my life, there is plenty of that!) I automatically thought of my children. There has always been this burning in my heart, it?s always in the front of my mind: I am responsible for how these four human beings turn out. I?m responsible to raise them in the Lord and train them. (my husband feels this same responsibility, but I am focusing on how I?ve lived up to it right now)
And it freaks me out!!
Sometimes I?m quite a slacker in daily devotional times with my kids, often I am not a good example of the fruits of the Spirit, I tend to react instead of respond, but even with all these faults (and that is not an exhaustive list!), I still believe God is blessing my desire to raise them for Him. As far as I know, there are no perfect parents in the Bible, none that I know of in my circle of friends, none of the books I?ve seen on parenting are perfect in imparting all wisdom for every situation, but God blesses our main desire?our main focus.
A long time ago, I had to decide what our main focus was going to be: to have perfectly obedient children (husband had to tell me to get real), micro-managing their every choice, or to have children who are learning to make good choices for themselves through gentle and timely guidance, gradually gaining more freedom in choices as they grow in age and responsibility. For us as a family, our faith is our life?it?s our focus and we talk about it often, applying it to daily events or things we see happening in the world or in our town. We're not perfect and this is not dogmatic parenting advice, but it's how God has shaped something beautiful out of my life.
I am blown away by who they are becoming. Our oldest is in her first year of college now. It amazes me to see her wisdom, good decisions and especially her desire to know God and to be in His will. My two high school aged teens have a heart for God too. In a role reversal, they have started bringing to my notice how God is working in their lives or in their friends lives?or how He is answering our prayers. They are starting to catch glimpses of how God sees them and our world. They're learning to trust Him and their love for God is growing deep. My youngest is just 8 years old, but in her heart felt prayers and in her discussions of the world or of her small life, I hear her compassion and love for people. I can see her heart for her friends and family to know Jesus.
All of this in turn causes me to grow in faith?to trust God more with my children, because I am starting to see how they are listening to Him and choosing to follow Him. It makes me want to let Him lead them without me trying to micro-manage how they behave or the choices they make. It is really hard for a Christian mom to do this, maybe you can relate. I can see so clearly the wisest paths, the safest ways, the obvious best choices. But I have to let them learn to see it, even if that means missing it in a few areas, occasionally stumbling along the way.
I hope someday, when people think of me, they will remember my children and see the beauty in my life?..something really great that I had a hand in. I hope to live a life worthy of His calling, raising four daughters?..
Raindrops are fallin on my head.... Topic: God things It’s raining.
Bummer, you may say….not!
It’s raining ….for the first time in 143 days. (the news weather guy keeps track) We have been in a terrible drought this year, after an abundance of snow and rain in our state last year. Weather cycles are beyond me…..it’s either la nina or el nino, either way it only makes me crave enchiladas.
I picked up my friend Peggy from the airport yesterday, who was in turn supposed to be picked up by her husband last night…..but he was snowed in! They live in the town we just moved from in northern Arizona, where they have not had snow yet this winter. Normal snowfall is somewhere around 150 inches per winter in the mountains of Arizona. I know that is weird to think of, but Arizona really does have high country where it’s cool in the summer and snows in winter. Anyway, my old hometown got over a foot of snow by yesterday afternoon and it was expected to continue until Sunday night. So Peggy and her daughter Maddie hunkered down with us for a couple of days to wait out the ‘blizzard’ of 2006. =) Parts of interstate 40 were even closed down by this wonderful weather. Wonderful because the slow melting moisture will go deep into the ground and keep forest fires from taking over this summer in the mountains and replenish some very low reservoirs that mountain towns depend on for year round water supply.
It doesn’t snow in Phoenix. But it does rain….and we’ve had a steady rain that began last night while we slept and will continue through Sunday. We Arizonans are so thankful for this rain. One of my favorite Rich Mullins songs is Peace:
And may peace rain down from Heaven, like little pieces of the sky Little keepers of the promise, falling on these souls the drought has dried.
That’s how I feel.…
…blessed rain….thirsty souls and land now being satisfied after a drought.
I am sitting on my bed and and watching as my clock just changed to 12:00 AM, April 1, 2006. If that isn't exciting I don't know what is. National Humor month is here starting with April Fools Day or "Good Dogs Day" as a sign on the street said. Not only is there lots of laughter this month (which is one of my favorite things to do and it's good for you too) it is national frog month too (and I like frogs). Here's a heads up for upcoming, usually unknown and forgotten holidays this month, the 10th is national sibling day, the 16th is national stress awareness day, the 17th is national cheeseball day, and the 21st is national high five day. Oh, and it's national guitar month! 
My fondest (cool word) memories of my Dad are at Easter time. I remember him waking me up to go set up chairs at Buckskinner Park early one Easter morning. I was so excited that I got to wear pants to a "church" service that I forgot to look in my Easter basket. It was really cold that morning and there was frost on the dead grass (it has to be dead because we don't have live grass in Williams). I sat in the front row singing along with my Dad on his guitar, then came the usual resurrection message. The sun started to rise higher in the sky to warm things up and melt the frost (so the grass would be wet), and then it could sit back in the sky and watch people (slip on the wet grass). My dad then took us out to eat at a restaurant, then proceeded home to drop me and my sister off to change into dresses for sunday school and remember that candy that had been neglected.
off watching the morning come in. I actually listen (I know wow!). I think about that morning and if it had frost beautifully glazed on the grass maybe with a slight foggy mist. 
Walking through the garden tombs (which doesn't sound particularly enjoyable, but I have heard they are quite enchanting) in the crisp morning air in your bare feet. Finding that instead of spicing up (or preserving) a dead guy, finding he's alive and right there waiting for you to get up and see him. It would have been the perfect day! 
I paint it on my ceiling
I’ll paint it in each of my rooms
There is a growing group of Christian ladies who write blogs. Some of us join in the Carnival of Beauty (started by Sallie of 
Oh, I love posts 
blog. I love it when God actually shows you the results of something that you had a hand in...like a gardener who sows the seed after the last frost and gets to enjoy the beautiful blooms in July.
I love my Bible. 
We rented 
Charles’ new surround sound cranked as we watched it. It’s an excellent movie…..and just as depressing as it should be. It is a battle between good and evil. The battle is played out in almost every character’s life as the movie pulses on. In the beginning, crossing the line of sin is flirted with, and then dived right into. But as the story progresses each character’s agonizing battle is portrayed very well….including adultery, drug and alcohol abuse, bitterness, family neglect and pride.
Have you ever felt like you can't handle one more thing on your plate...or in your head? 
My internet friend, BJ (a minister no less), wrote this true story. With his permission, I want to reprint it here for you. (He’s nuts by the way…this is nothing unusual)
I did a meme tonight. 
cuz I am not sure anyone reads this!)
So when I was trying to think of what beauty there was in my life, specifically tied to me as a person, (not the beauty I see ?around? my life, there is plenty of that!) I automatically thought of my children. There has always been this burning in my heart, it?s always in the front of my mind: I am responsible for how these four human beings turn out. I?m responsible to raise them in the Lord and train them. (my husband feels this same responsibility, but I am focusing on how 
I?ve lived up to it right now) 
I am blown away by who they are becoming. Our oldest is in her first year of college now. It amazes me to see her wisdom, good decisions and especially her desire to know God and to be in His will. My two high school aged teens have a heart for God too. In a role reversal, they have started bringing to my notice how God is working in their lives or in their friends lives?or how He is answering our prayers. They are starting to catch glimpses of how God sees them and our world. They're learning to trust Him and their love for God is growing deep. My youngest is just 8 years old, but in her heart felt prayers and in her discussions of the world or of her small life, I hear her compassion and love for people. I can see her heart for her friends and family to know Jesus. 
It’s raining. 
