I think I must have reverse anorexia. By this, I mean, I think when I look in the mirror I see less than what I see. I also seem less than what I am. And, by this, I mean: when I walk by a space, or see the size of a chair, I think I am small enough to fit through it or sit on it. And then I see photographs. And then I say: omygoodness, is that the size I am? Most viewings become one of those: “O-wow” moments. So… continuing on the umpteenth and one diet — which…
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I’m discovering more and more that it’s best to not tell everyone everything you know ~wink~ and, for that matter, it’s best to just quietly go about your days not making too many waves (but then, that’s a blog entry for another day). A few days a week Kathryn works as a nanny to two little boys. Other days she teaches piano and filling in the gaps are other babysitting, cleaning and clerical jobs. It dawned on me, the downside to teaching daughters to be proficient or efficient at things everyone needs to have done and things that many are…
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The adage, truth is stranger than fiction, sure rings clear when considering some news stories. I often think nothing could top what’s already been done or said by Cindy Sheehan and then I correct my words and say, I shall never cease to be amazed at what she says or does – but, truly, that she has “followers” or supporters really is astonishing. And, by the way, I do not begrudge a woman grieving the loss of her son. But (to me) her antics or her behaviour is beyond the pale. So now she’s selling and signing books and she’s…
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Wellp, it’s been a great day. We had the loveliest drive to Canada. Yes… it’s a drive –but always worth it. The autumn leaves were spectacular (probably not as they would be in the New England states, but incredibly beautiful nonetheless). With each turn of the road, it was like we were continually entering a new and better showcase at an art exhibit of priceless masterpieces. Those who know Wes know that he always carries his camera to capture the changing seasons and priceless pics wherever he goes. I know, I know… lots of people around here think he got…
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I can hardly write today as I am giddy with excitement over an appointment I have tomorrow morning. I am considering all the delightful things that are equal in value… a used car… a Bosch mixer and *all* the attachments. A computerized sewing machine… well a low end machine, anyway. A digital camera and a vacation spot to take pics. A new wardrobe (*not* from a thrift store, eBay or Craig’sList). A new keyboard for Kathryn. A new computer for her as well as a printer, paper, and a maid (to replace the one we have ~wink~) for a month. …
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The sweet blessings I’ve had the privilege to enjoy through the years of maintaining A Christian Home website are the wonderful letters and testimonies that visitors send me. It’s been particularly true regarding the matter of feminine dress and the LORD’s touch and direction for many women and girls. I used to feel like I was one of few who saw or heard the biblical message of modesty and feminine dress for women and girls. It has seemed that women everywhere are coming to the same conclusion regarding “what in the world to wear.” I recall a time when I…
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Whenever an article about conservative or modest dress is published, I rejoice! I rejoice because not only does it validate a message I so long to proclaim, but it also validates the choice and convictions of thousands of sisters around the world. Kelli sent me a USA Today article link that features a sister in the LORD, Wendy, who has the Wendy’s Modest Dress website. I’ve had the pleasure of writing to Wendy many times over the years –first “meeting” her online when I was a member of an email list for women that dealt primarily with conservative family life…
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Month after month, year after year… and then years… prayers and tears. An empty womb, empty arms, and seemingly empty prayers. But the LORD sees and the LORD hears the prayers. According to His plan –His mercy and His will, the womb remains and the arms remain: empty. Month after month watching and waiting for the sign. A couple of weeks late and there’s the standing at the bathroom counter watching and waiting for the little pink lines. None. And another month passes and the months fade into years… waiting, waiting, waiting. For some, it’s standing by the phone… waiting…
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I thought about writing one more post about flies. And then I decided, nah, the first was enough and two was too many. However, day three of my fly-capturing adventure went very well. I think our team won with an arsenal of fly-paper strips hanging in every room and the ever present shop vac: thwp, thewp, thwp. It looks like there are very few flies on the loose. But I wasn’t going to write about flies. But then, I didn’t want to write about school shootings -though the matter is grievous and the families need to be remembered. I didn’t…
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A phase of motherhood I was never prepared to experience is how quickly I would become sort of a spectator –or that I would become a spectator at all. I just guess I thought I’d always be the mother. The mother-mother. I didn’t even see the spectator-mother signs coming. When the oldest of the two trainer children began to court his wife, I think I was still so wrapped up in the childbearing phase of motherhood that I didn’t even see it coming. I didn’t see the “game over” light flashing in front of me. I just thought of it…