delightful december

its getting harder to do these posts! but its because its hard to choose which happys to give center stage for the day.

today i choose………living in the woods!!!!!

we live in a small town in maine. i think our towns population is about 6,000+ spread over a gazillion square miles. most of it centered in town -12 miles away.

we have a few neighbors, but we don’t have to see them unless we want to. its quiet. the nearest highway is 15 miles or more away.

a perfect weekend is one where we don’t have to leave the “wink”. this weekend would be one of those.

thankfully the sun is beginning its journey back to us. this pic was taken at 1 pm today. the sun is so low in the southern horizon, it doesn’t even clear the trees.

today was sunny and cold. i think it got up to 30 maybe. it snowed a teeny tiny bit last night. tonight is supposed to be ccccold.

loves bubby

my kids were cute, but my grandsons are absolutely a thousand times cuter.

ethan is six months old now.

he is getting so big and has been eating food for a month now. sarah and i have been making his baby food ourselves and freezing it in little 3oz. containers i found. so far he’s worked through apples, bananas, pears, and peaches. we are going to add squash this week and probably peas next week. i’ve been using my food processor, but sarah just bought the baby bullet, so we’ll give that a try tomorrow.

he has a doctor appointment on tuesday, and sarah has asked me to go this time. he gets another round of shots, i guess and i think we are going to have a discussion about his clogged tear duct. it hasn’t opened up yet and the poor thing–his eye is glued shut each morning!!! she’s been trying to massage it since he was born, but its just being stubborn and he may have to have it surgically opened up.

yup, you can see why joey loves bubby!!! when i go to see joey i always take him a greek yogurt for a treat. the other day i also brought him sugar wafers and he likes them!

he is 17 months old now, not saying much yet, but his mouth goes non-stop! the day he says “bubby” i am just going to melt right onto the floor.

now this is living!

it is a light and fluffy snow-no rain mixed in thank goodness.

this is the first winter with just us two. no cars to clean off because ours fit nicely in the garage-finally!

we just let it howl and snow all day yesterday and stayed cozy in the house. then this morning when the sun came out we went out to clear.

i am looking forward to next winter–hopefully we will get a second snowblower so it won’t take so long.

i’m thinking that work is on for this afternoon. this week my hours went from 20 to 15 to 10 to 5 hopefully! but i got to spend a lot of quiet time the last few days with jeff and that is good. my cold is still hanging on but each day a little better.

i’m looking forward to going shopping tomorrow for clothes for our upcoming cruise–4 weeks from today we will be on our way to boston-miami-eastern caribbean! its beginning to feel real now and i’ve got a little anxiety about it, but i know that it is going to be an awesome vacation and i’m getting excited about it.

During our discussion

I also mentioned Leviathan and Rahab as cosmic opponents to God during an early state of creation. You weren’t familiar with Rahab, and claimed that Leviathan and Behemoth are both dinosaursStorage for toys. Since Behemoth has no mention outside of Job, I’ll ignore it, but Leviathan can’t be a dinosaur or any other natural creature. Psalm 74, for instance, refers to God crushing the “heads of Leviathan,” and Revelation picks up this imagery of the multi-headed dragon and applies it directly to Satan, a spiritual being opposed to God’s creation .

John never calls this dragon Leviathan, this is true, but Isaiah makes a prophesy that before God ushers in his time of eschatalogical peace, “The LORD with his cruel and great and strong sword will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan the twisting serpent, and he will kill the dragon that is in the sea” (Isa. 27:1). I’m curious to hear how you square that with the belief that Leviathan is a dinosaur. Even within the book of Job, Leviathan is mentioned in connection with cosmic upheaval, in chapter 3 where Job connects the “rousing of Leviathan” with the destruction of days past, of the moon and stars. It is difficult to understand why Job would mention a dinosaur (or a crocodile or any other animal) in this scopeotter box iphone case; but a cosmic enemy of God who threatens to throw creation into chaos makes perfect sense.

Finally, Rahab. I won’t belabor the point, but Rahab is presented in similar cosmic termsfashion men clothing wholesale, as an enemy that God successfully subdued and continues to subdue to maintain order in creation. Psalm 89 tells us that as Yahweh is sovereign over the raging sea [Yam], he also has “crushed Rahab like a carcass” and “scattered his enemies with his mighty arm.” According to Job 9, when Yahweh became angry, “the helpers of Rahab bowed beneath him.” The imagery again and again points to a cosmic warfare, between those God and those he had created, who tried to destroy creation, or at least throw it into chaos. It’s no wonder that the earth became formless and void (Gen 1:2), as God dealt decisively with a war in heaven.

You might ask why this is important, and I’ll give you two quick reasons. First, it is always damaging to scripture when we take one part (Gen 1-2) and elevate it over the rest of scripture’s witness. That’s where all sorts of doctrinal errors come from. Second, it establishes what kind of world we’re inhabiting. The question of evil is a serious problem if we’re inhabiting a world where God’s will is the only game in town.

If that’s true, and I was born crippled, then “God must have his reasons.” If, however, the world is a battleground between God and cosmic opponents (notably Satan), then I’m not an object lesson that God is using; I’m a casualty of war. Moreover, since it is a war God is going to win (has already won, in principle, in Christ’s resurrection), I have reason for hope and confidence, even in my suffering.

mashed cauliflour

i just had to share this. i pinned a recipe for mashed cauliflour. it said it was a good substitute for mashed potatoes

i changed the recipe a bit and everyone just loved it. my son in law did not know it wasn’t mash potatoes, and we did not tell him.

i steamed a large head of cauliflour

put it all in the food processor.

added 4 tablespoon of butter. (we love butter, but you could use olive oil)

i sauteed a few garlic cloves (minced) in butter and added that

i put it in a casserole dish and sprinkled some romano cheese on top.

really, really good, and since its cauliflour and not potatoes, much lower in calories and carbs.

it came out really smooth in the food processor.

So, why do I care?

Camilla, you can block me. You can do whatever, but I think you are missing the whole thing of what I am saying here. I’m trying to say to you that you can do something with your life, but you need to WANT to, and you need to understand that love doesn’t just let people destroy themselves. Your response to me in this tells me a whole lot more. And if we didn’t care about you and your family, do you think we would help you when you are in need or take you and Kenny to Sunday School when it is so many extra miles for us on a Sunday You are missing the whole point here, girlie. As far as sharing not being what you said, would you say that if I shared something like that? Come on, Camilla. You are smarter than that!

But she didn’t get a single line of the part that is italicized. It wouldn’t go through. She had already blocked me.

This is the message that came up:
You cannot reply to this conversation. Either the recipient’s account was disabled or its privacy settings don’t allow replies.

I think about the different ways our lives have been invested in this child and I wonder why I even care. From the very beginning, while her brother showed specific interest, she has steadfastly been difficult. She has tried to turn the hearts of our congregation against one of the other girls that has been coming to Sunday school, and has spread lies about another one. She has been rude and inconsiderate and so often vulgar and greedy and crude. She is a “taker” in every sense of the word.

So, why do I care?

Because, before God, I believe that it all is because of having to live so marginally while being given no hope, no reason to live better or example of the same. And I feel sorry that she took things the wrong way, here, too. Maybe she really doesn’t care, but I think she does.

Return from neverland…

Wow.. im actually updating.. all my great ideals about being faithful to xanga while i was gone disappeared. guess i just couldnt find the energy to sit down and write a update.. maybe its kinda like my personality where i like my space and like being in my box and dont feel inspired to let everyone around me know whats happening in my life is that selfish or what.. mostly i was probably to lazy well no matter how i look at it it doesnt look to bright for me so lets just say i returned from never land and not worry why she wasnt updating furniture storage

I returned safetly from the land of france which i was very overjoyed to be back to all my wonderful friends and family who i missed greatly but not enough that i didnt enjoy my time.. paris was a good experience and i had plenty of fun but i would say paris is overrated.. people or raised to walk around like they are superior with a pouty almost sad look on their face which makes u feel as tho you have to smile all the time to counter act them.. but im honestly amazed at how incredible some of the views are over there.. makes me wish that the poor little town of meadville would have a little more life to it a little more green parks and children friendly play centers so i could find interesting places to take my dear little chilliuns that i babysit.. paris does have wonderful food and a few wonderful people and in that i had a very good experience company registration Hong Kong..

Coming home 2 weeks ahead of the folks i work for gave me 2 weeks of relaxation and vacation so i spent the 2 weeks

hanging out with friends… Thanks karen and em for the wonderful evening at the dam Cable manufacturer..

going pymtuming with my family .. the lake was beautiful the family totally wonderful and mine and i wouldnt trade them for anything in the world.

. shopping in erie with my sister.. sisters are fabulous and honestly my favorite person to go shopping with to have a totally out all girls day out.. laugh untill you about cry over little incidents remember jokes that are only between the 2 of you and fit on cute clothes just for the kick and giggles of it.. so to my sis.. you are the bestest..

. spending time with my boyfriend… learning to know him better and amazed at the fact the more you learn to know someone the more there is to learn. but im amazed at how God works and how everything works out better then i could have ever imagined.. Derek is truely a treasure and for beyond my wildest dreams..

pymutuming with girlfriends.. spending time just with my incredible girlfriends.. boating getting drenched thanks em.. and just having a farewell for irene who will be going to mexico.. talking to her and praying for her made a very good day..

Spending 2 days down at my cuzins place.. where i had lots of good food and a wonderful day going tubing down the delaware river.. that was a wonderful time getting dropped off about 4-5 miles up the river and we went floating down the river for a bout 2.5 hours.. get sun exposure and goodtimes with my sister mom and cousins亞洲知識管理學院..

So with the memories of the past 2 weeks in mind i must prepare to go back to the life of working on monday morning to my dear little chilluns that amidst all the fun i desperately missed… so till later…

Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon at Grammy’s house.

Daddy and Mommy went to Virginia to see Daddy’s cousin, Matt, and his wife, Angela. I get to stay with Grandpa and Grammy. I took a (very) little rest with Grandpa on his chair.

He was snoring, so I pretended to snore, too, and woke him upcheap furniture stores.
I decided to get down.

Grammy napped on her chair, too, while I watched Caillouiphone leather case,
but then I convinced Grammy that it was time to do something more interesting.

So we mixed up some cupcakes and I helped a lot with that, and then I washed the dishes with lots of soap and water and splashing about.

And then, Grammy gave me Grandpa’s big honey bear that is out of honey.
She filled it with water for me and I watered the flowers.
They were really dry, though Grammy isn’t sure if at least one of them won’t need water for a week or more:

my soul on this thing

I was often reading when I should have been helping. Or pretending that I was some athlete, performing for adoring crowds, or writing letters to interesting penpals that seemed to always eventually disappoint me. There were a hundred ways that I could have helped to carry the burdens if I had only been observant. Or thinking. But who is thinking or even observant, when you are in the throes of adolescence and self centeredmodular cubes store?

I remember as if it was yesterday, one Easter morning coming downstairs to find my Sweet Mama, working on the Easter meal that we would have after church. I don’t think it was elaborate and I don’t know that there was company coming, but in those days, if you had six children and you went to church on Sunday morning, you always prepared– always made food for when the long sermons were over and people were hungrycovers for samsung galaxy.

She was standing between the kitchen sink and the kitchen table, I was standing at the opening between the dining room and kitchen, by the little telephone stand under the tall, narrow mirror. And I was feeling put upon and grumpy.

“Mama,” I said, standing there in my housecoat. (In our family, you never appeared outside your bedroom unless you were clothed (if you were a boy) or at least in a housecoat (if you were a girl). “What dress am I supposed to wear today?” I knew there were no new ones for me or my two little sistersfashion men clothing wholesale.

She looked up from what she was doing, standing there in the morning light from the window. “I don’t know, Mary Ann,” she said, and I remember that she looked tired. “Maybe you can wear your blue one.” (I’m not sure of the color, here, but let’s just use “blue.”)

“But, Mama,” I protested. “I’m not sure that one is clean.” In those days, you hung up your dresses after wearing them until they looked like they needed washing.

“It’s not dirty,” she said. “I’m sure it will be okay.”

And this is what I will regret as long as I have memory. I got angry. “Mama,” I said, burst out spitefully, “you would think that if I couldn’t have a new dress for Easter, I could at least have a clean one!”

My Sweet Mama’s face!!! I was sorry the minute the words were out of my mouth. Hurt, sorrow, sadness washed over her pretty face as I stood there, miserable and ashamed.

“Oh, Mary Ann,” she finally said and her voice was quiet. “You have it all wrong. It isn’t about dresses. It’s about what Jesus did for us on the cross and Him getting alive again . . .” She may have said a whole lot more, but I don’t remember.

What I do know is that something changed in my heart at that very instant. I honestly would never again think that I needed a new dress for Easter. The whole thing of getting new clothes just never held the fascination for me again. And while there have been times when I will get a new dress on sale in the spring and decide to hold it for Easter, it hasn’t been often, and it has never been important.

And while I may use it as an excuse to buy clothes or gifts for needy kids that I love, it is never about the new clothes or the Easter Baskets or Cadbury eggs.

I DID have it all wrong.

It isn’t about dresses.

It’s all about what Jesus did for us on the cross and Him getting alive again.

And I have staked all that matters and my very soul on this one thing:

just getting dressed

The Friday morning sunshine streams in the picture window that faces the southeast. I’ve been trying to take some time to sit in the sun on sunny mornings. I’ve heard tell that it is good for a person. Especially in these months. I don’t think it’s doing much besides making me lazy. I feel almost addicted to this morning siesta. Almost grumpy if I don’t have time or there is no sunshine. I’ve been trying to talk Our Girl Audrey into try it.

She sniffs in the way that is characteristic of her when she doesn’t believe a single thing I’m saying and has no intentions of changing her views. Sometimes I get her to come out and sit in the one chair and she looks the whole time like I’ve asked her to eat brussel sprouts. Shifts around, acts put upon, and finally will say, “S’alrigh’ f’I go fee’ a birze?” (Is it alright if I go feed the birds?”) or “S’alrigh’ f’I go my roo’?” (Is it alright if I go to my room?) or some other such thing that will release her from sitting quietly in the sunshine.

I’m not sure why she resists it so much. I’m of the opinion that it isn’t so much that she doesn’t like to sit still as she thinks that it isn’t right for me to sit still. She thinks I ought to be doing something productive.

She’s a little like my Daddy on that score. He liked nothing better than to see his wife or his children working really, really hard. “Hard work never killed anybody,” he would say with conviction and his characteristic grin. Well, he wasn’t right on that score, but he really did believe it until the day he died. And though I am forever grateful for the things I was taught, I believe that some of the things that were instilled in me as a child makes it difficult to feel worthy when I’m unproductive. Not all of that is bad, though. Our society could surely use a few more people who believe in the therapeutic value of hard work. (She says as she sits on her chair in the sun!)

I wonder if part of my current lethargy isn’t that there is so much to do that I don’t feel like starting. Some people say they don’t know where to start. I know where to start, for sure, but I just don’t feel like starting. Taxes to organize and divide into columns and write down, computer room to clean, (AGAIN!) book work for the casemanager, red Christmas bows to take off the upper deck railing . . . I should probably start by just getting dressed. I’m getting company at eleven.