It’s always hard to blog a post when it’s been some time since the previous. It’s sort of like exercising. There are a million and one excuses for not doing so or for avoiding the task, but once begun, it’s always a refreshing thing. And, like exercise with many breaks between, blogging is awkward and probably painful to the reader of the flabby blogger. I marveled at this Spurgeon quote: We have come to a turning point in the road. If we turn to the right mayhap our children and our children’s children will go that way; but if we…
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It seems sometimes like the dailies get in the way of the dailies. That, or there are just too many dailies for one day. I think, then, that the best we can hope for sometimes is to have sort of a weekly, rather than a daily, perspective concerning most things. I mean, for example, it’s probably best to look at the children’s diet or food consumption that way. Consider that on any given day, they may or may not take in the proper amounts of food for particular food categories. They may be taking in more grains and breads one…
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Did you miss it? I just received a link for making a cute valentine heart. Yep, a coupla days late. I like Necco sweethearts and I’m always disappointed when I taste a conversation heart that’s not a Necco heart. Anyway… too late for this year, but the Necco site‘s got a lot of fun things. In addition to conversation hearts, I think that brown necco’s were my favourite! O, and I loved Abba-Zaba and Violet Crumble… and Big Hunk and… of course, M&M’s. Why I am not diabetic is the 50,000 dollar question. Maybe it’s bcz dentistry vs. candy consumption…
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What’s the going phrase? What’s the best read? What’s the best thing to be doing, seeing, saying, wearing, thinking? You’ll find out about it on Oprah. Everybody loves… Oprah. So… what’s the big deal about that? I’m treading perhaps into fiery territory, but I’ll tread… I know, I know… I don’t even watch TV. Today on Oprah, more of The Secret. You can take a look at the content by clicking the different links. If you look into The Secret, you’ll see that author of the book and creator of the DVD, The Secret, Rhonda Byrne, is a follower of…
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As our friend visited with me in the kitchen yesterday, I was so profoundly touched by the way God uses incidents in people’s lives to touch the body, to move the body and to soften the body of Christ. She was relating how the life of a fine young man in their church family was facing cancer surgery on Friday. She had been looking after their little children and was so saddened by the trial this young family faced. in addition, she was relating how another brother in the body was in grave condition with some sort of blood…
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In the wintertime, the sun streams in our bedroom window… and it’s beautiful. Often, I’m transported back to another time — in my mind. When the sun streams in I’m reminded of the mornings in the weeks following the birth of Naomi – our ninth child, born on Christmas Day. I recall how I would have her there beside me, all snuggled up warm in the blankets and the glow of the sunshine filled the room. I try to remember the last time I carried her. I cannot. And I cannot remember. I should’ve said: I cannot remember carrying her…
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Kathryn’s Letters
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Even so, Come LORD Jesus. Those who’ve followed the PDC or the PDL and are, were or have been interested in the “new conversation” of the quote, post-modern church, probably read from, or read in part, The Message. Now there’s another “project” in the works: The Voice. No conspiracy theories, no alarmist voices here… just read a few quotes from The Voice site and draw your own conclusions from what you read: A NEW WAY TO PROCESS IDEAS THE VOICE: A SCRIPTURE PROJECT TO REDISCOVER THE STORY OF THE BIBLE Chris Seay’s vision for The Voice goes back 15 years…
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It’s a quiet day here in our home – not much different than any other day. Oatmeal, dishes, laundry, scrubbing potties, sweeping, mopping and thinking. I mull over the topics discussed at the monthly “Titus 2” meeting last night. Like the blast of cold air that makes you gasp when you open the back door on a blustery winter day, I recognize over and over that I’m living in the margin. It’s wide, uncharted territory for me. Out of the game, I watch from the side lines – my mantra over and over: I can’t believe how fast it all…
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No, I did not fall off this great big flat earth, nor did I get lost under the avalanche of laundry created over the weekend, nor did I drown in dishwater or a sea of tears when Timothy went back to school… or while watching Kathryn gather, sort and pack for Uganda. The thing about blogging is that it’s sort of like taking out the trash. If you do it, it doesn’t matter all that much to very many people and if you don’t do it, it doesn’t matter all that much to very many people. Either way, the task…