Christians are like the flowers in a garden, that have each of them the dew of Heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other’s roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.” —John Bunyan This quote was particularly meaningful to me today as I was reflecting on the blog entries and comments of the last couple of days. And you know, it’s interesting, we can all go along or get along really well until one of us speaks up or speaks our mind on a matter. Then… suddenly we realize we’re…
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As I inferred in a post or two ago… there is often great anguish over decisions we make or made or must make in marriage. Actually, more specifically, in the area of childbearing and/or “childbarriering.” I know I’ve made some very bold statements in regards to this matter – and I stand on them, though there are times I might even seem to bend or waffle on strongly held beliefs, I guess I desire to convey that I seek to hold my gaze fixed on the Standard of the Word. Being fallible, I do have times of fretting, of doubting,…
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I was going along and got tripped in the school yard and the contents of my knapsack was strewn all over… but I’ll gather things up and attempt to get my papers in order and have something to share in the morning. I was going to write a bit more about the blessing of children and the brevity of seasons… time doesn’t allow for that right now. I spent it in reply to comments on friday’s blog.
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Time’s a strange thing… it has a wonderful and peculiar way of sort of settling things. Sort of like a river finds that level ground or a lake is formed with the pooling of water… people’s ideas or methods seem to me to tend to be like that. I think of the people who used to think like me and no longer do and people who never thought like me and do so now. People who, through a series of circumstances and events have changed their once staunchly held views and those who once held views in strict opposition to…
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I’m sick. No, really I am… You thought I just might be launching into a rant about some political matter or societal issue or something, no? OR that I stepped off the face of the earth… No… really, I actually feel like I just stepped off a rollercoaster ride that’s been going loop-de-loop nonstop since last week. And, really, it’s been quite a delightful ride—it’s just that it sure was time to get off, make a big pot of chicken vegetable soup, and work at a plan to go to bed early tonight. We’ve had a houseful for the last…
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Andrew… “Mama, I know how to make people’s heads go away from me [lean back]!” He then licks his finger and directs it toward my face… and I lean my head back. He nearly falls down laughing. I laugh too. Then I watch him go into the other room and proceed to tell the others the same thing. They all lean back, too. He laughs, they laugh. Naomi attempts the same trick. Licks her finger, points it toward Andrew’s face, he unconsciously leans back. They both laugh hysterically. This truly is a slice of my life. It’s but one of…
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And… uh, we have been…
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I had a message all typed out (and no, I hadn’t saved it) and it got lost in an accidental circuit breaker switch bump. And so it goes… another ooops. I hope to recollect my thoughts on the matter I was writing about bcz it seemed important to me. You know, lots of times when I sit down here in my little office I look out and see the always the same yet ever changing view outside and I think of things I’d like to share… thoughts I’d like to somehow convey about marriage or family or motherhood or even…
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If the apron is the uniform of motherhood, then the van is motherhood’s company car. Now, when a mother first starts out, she has the starter car… it’s the two door model she attempts to “make do” until she has to move up to the dreaded “mini van.” It doesn’t take much time (or brains) to conclude that getting in and out of the back seat with a baby carrier and all the stuff doesn’t work well in a sports car. You know, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret and it is this: I sort of cringe…