I’m still mulling over and basking in the blessing of the time spent at the Christian Heritage conference this past weekend. I need to take time to review my notes to keep them fresh in my mind and to make application and incorporate the things I noted to apply in our own lives/home. As the speakers said at different times, the things they were teaching or the things we were hearing were not new and were not “original” with them. I agreed… and it’s generally that way: the things we hear at conferences or even in sermons are generally not…
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There is immeasurable value in seizing great opportunities and making significant sacrifices on behalf of our families. These sacrifices might include, time, money, missing other good things, discomfort, inconvenience, etc., etc. But, through the years we, as a couple and as a family, have seen the greatest blessings come from great sacrifice of any one or all of the sacrifices listed above. I think we often underestimate the value of hearing great teaching and, perhaps, we overestimate the retention of things we’ve heard or think we remember from past teaching (especially when we’ve heard and agreed with great teaching but…
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Samuel’s favourite hymn is: O Love that wilt not let me go. I smiled through tears just now as I listened to him play that hymn on the piano. He occasionally reads music, the rest of the time it just flows… and beautifully, I might add. Here are the words to that hymn. See Cyberhymnal to read more about it and to listen to the tune–it’s lovely. O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller…
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This is a great and marvelous day in history! A great day in His-story for our family… and it’s been a great day each year for the last 17 years. Even as I type this -17- s-e-v-e-n-t-e-e-n, I say: wow. Seventeen years -years!- we have been celebrating the birth, blessing and life of our Samuel—yep, seventeen today. hannah and samuel eating strawberries on the lawn… a long time few years ago. It looks like they’re eying the tree stump doesn’t it? ~wink~ Gotta tell a funny story. This’ll be sweet for the gramma’s and will be, hopefully, encouraging to younger…
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Now two thirds of the way through her stay in Uganda, East Africa, we are sooooo missing our precious girl. I’m not sure which gripped me more today… finding out that she’d just received a package that was carried into the country or calling her and getting cut off as she was, in mid sentence, describing to me her delight at the things we sent and how glad she was tha… I attempted many times to call her back… thirty-seven numbers over and over… and each time hearing: “The number you are attempting to call is not in service at…
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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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So this morning I’m looking out at the blanket of fresh snow over the fields. I think of the beauty of it all and think how amazing it is that it covers all the flaws… the dirt and weeds, the uneven spots… And then I think of character… the character training in children. The pointing to Jesus… the Author and Finisher of our faith. The only One who can show the way on the path, the only One who can cover our dirt… our weeds… and wash us white as snow. Train up a child in the way he should…
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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…