Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving Cameron, Barbara, Madison, Cassidy, Kellee, Alisha and Preston. I love you dearly. and am forever grateful for the love you give to me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
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Friday, November 21, 2008
We've all gone into homes where we've felt genuinely welcome as well as into houses where we had to recheck our invitation to make sure we really had been invited. The door opens, we go in, and the host/hostess says, “Glad to have you” and walks away. We stand there wondering what to do next, and then sheepishly saunter into the room looking for a familiar face. When there's none, something starts gnawing in our stomach and we redraw to the darkest corner of the room. If we happen by chance to notice an acquaintance, we quickly run a relay to their side and make idle chatter - only occasionally letting our eyes scan the room in hopes to find another comfort zone (i.e., another familiar face). Oh, how I hate that feeling – just writing about it makes me shudder.
Entertaining should not be based on the quality of the food or its presentation but that the host/hostess "welcomes,” “embraces," and "receives" guests as one of their own. No, entertaining isn’t the food, although some Santa Maria tri-tip sounds good right now. I have had hot dogs and chips and enjoyed myself to no end – and then had steak with all the trimmings and wished there was a doggie bag so I could take it home to eat because the atmosphere would be much, much better. You say, you'd be by yourself - I was anyway.
Now, here's where I've been trying to go (I know, it takes me awhile – sorry – blame it on my age). What type of host/hostess are we to the world? Do people feel welcome when around us, or do they feel uncomfortable, unwanted? Shouldn't we use proper “Good News” etiquette, become the perfect host/hostess and open the door to our heart? For when we truly “entertained” those about us, we have “entertained” the Lord.
PS: Okay, so the picture is of outdoor entertaining...it's what we do almost all year round on the California coast so I'm brainwashed. No, that's not right. I couldn't find the right entertainment picture that I liked.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
If The Shoe Fits, Wear It.
Why is it that we have the tendency to blame everyone else for what's going on that's wrong, always excluding ourselves from any liability. And if it's an acceptable, well received act/event that pleases, we proclaim ourselves as the one responsible.
Photo: Clown Shoe Conference, Mexico City
Monday, November 17, 2008
More and more I find myself admiring women who demonstrate that survival is possible under the harshest of circumstances. Yesterday while in church, I saw many amazing women, and then I thought of the many more that I am acquainted with that don't attend our local assembly. I know there are many interpretations as to the Biblical Hagar, each seeing this woman in a different light but for me Hagar was a model of strength and determination - and these single moms exemplify such. They are the modern day Hagars. They are holding together fractured families, and doing so with only the Lord by their side.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Lord, please guide my steps to a new level in You
Added note 11/17:
When I first posted this picture I didn't notice that there was no opening at the top of the stairs - then when I realized what I'd done, I thought, Oh no, what a mistake. But then I started to think of what that truly meant. At the top of the stairs, there is a ledge and a wall which lets me know that sometimes our stepping up in Him isn't easy, and we will either move along the edge, never getting our reward - or we can climb the wall and move into a new dimension in the Lord. It's our decision, and how badly we want it.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Enter into the tabernacle of praise,
Sacred, filled with reality’s organized tones.
Musical arrangements presenting a unified theme,
Sounds aesthetically tailored for the soul’s ear,
Connecting rhythmic beats in harmonious composition.
A potpourri mixture of melody’s beauty and grace.
Stringed instruments make joyful announcements,
Exhilaration freed by the radiance of nature.
Horns blast forth messages of major triumphs,
Leaving little doubt as to cherished conquests.
Percussion’s ensemble patiently anticipates its turn
To shatter incarcerations of unwanted darkness.
On the platform, spaced close to the wall,
An instrument of heavenly tones awaits introduction.
A golden harp, its opened frame positioned upright, desiring
To unveil creation through touches on graded string lengths.
Forty-six special cords will meet in unique expression.
From its secluded corner, what message will it propose?
Must the harp alone deliver suffering in strains of agony?
Nay, it will be joined by a soul mate, the organ.
For as the harp mourns, its faithful companion too will cry out,
Lending support to the plucking of designated sorrow.
The organ’s methodical tones placidly filtering the air,
While ivory keys act as agents in charge of suppressed spirits.
The harp and the organ will bond in the unity of soul searching,
Presenting the secrets of strength and endurance.
For as the harp mourns in chords of intimate rejection,
The organ weeps in anguish bore of the flesh,
Their sounds saying that they have found a common ground
Their persistent longing in darkness will bring jubilation at dawn.
“Weeping may endure for the night but Joy comes in the morning…”
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Cassidy did a report on the Algonquin Native Americans, which were famous for their birch bark canoes. The diorama, which was required, is in the shape of a canoe. My son made the canoe out of pine, and then he and Cassidy glued the birch veneer onto it.
Madison had an essay/diorama on Eleanor of Aquitaine who was the queen of France and England as well as the mother of Richard the Lionhearted. Her husband imprisoned her for 16 years because she supported her son in the Revolt against the husband. The diorama is complete with a medieval stained glass cross and a stained glass window.
Great Job Madi and Cassie. I know these were projects that went late into the night, and the looks on your faces after finishing them shows the excitement of completion.