I’m taking a break from writing – handwriting, that is – my husband has encouraged us, each one, to write out a copy of the Word—the Bible in our own hand—His Words, our writing. We’ve begun in the New Testament and have set about writing – originally a chapter a day, but now have relaxed that to half for longer chapters or about 25 verses a day. I didn’t quit writing simply to rest my hand, but because I wanted to continue to look into a matter that really captured my attention earlier today. I was doing a bit of…
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I thought about titling this blog entry: cuff links – you know, as in hand cuffs. But then I didn’t. My husband sent me a couple of links that were of interest to me and might be to you, too. In our case, clicking second link (convicted felons) proved to be very interesting as it revealed the presence of a convicted of rapist living in a home not too far from ours – not too far at all. Uh, gulp. So, my husband writes: “In my research on the JWs, I’ve come across a site called: http://www.silentlambs.org/ …that is set…
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A few years ago I was speaking at a retreat and was sharing some basic marriage “imperatives” and what it takes to be: married for keeps. Yes… that’s a title of a book I’m writing in my mind. It’ll probably end up being published there too. And be a best seller. Well, if nothing more, that book, or the writing of that book, will keep my marriage sweet and lasting. And my husband happy. During one of the retreat sessions I was sharing the need for wives to study their husbands — to be very, very attentive to their husbands…
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You know… when you try and quantify or attempt to qualify an issue, there inevitably comes a point when you have to retract a statement or further qualify it. I muse the problems that face America. I do this from time to time when I read an article about some new law or program or, worse, more government interference with either marriage and family-life, faith or “property rights.” No, wait… that’s not all that should be on the list. I start thinking along the lines of feminism and its incredible influence (read: damage) to homes and families -and more: to…
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Is all the cookie dough supposed to be baked into cookies? a few of our children make cookie dough for the sole purpose of tasting it (okay… eating it) by the fingerful handful. Still I wonder about cookies getting stale. My husband reminded me that cookies do not stay more than a day or so and so we do not have the opportunity to test different methods of restoring stale cookies. However… some of the over-baked firmer cookies make great dunkers for coffee. I know… I know… this is why I’m continually plagued with the need to resume the umpteenth…
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I’ve been a subscriber to an email list for many years… not really a participant except through occasional private mails but not a ‘regular’ poster. Anyway… as I usually do each day, I browsed the content list to scan the mail. I’m still laughing. O, not at the sister who posted the question and certainly, not even the question itself. I just didn’t know there was a need for an answer – no, wait – I didn’t even think to articulate such a question. When could that question possibly have come up? The question was in regards to stale cookies…
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I’m sitting here this morning thinking of ways we used to do things and ways we do them now. Sort of a rewrite. I stayed up a little late (a little late for lately, not a little late for times past – that would’ve been *really* late) last night as I had totally forgotten the deadline for the next issue of Making It Home. So, just as I’ve been doing around our home in the last few days working around with our children, I decided to write about clutter and reworking things to work better for “where you’re at” today.…
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It’s birthday celebration time… and as each year passes the blessings and benefits multiply! Mommylife is celebrating two years! I assure you, this is no toddler! Two years of blogging with the experience of two dozen lifetimes at least. So… happy birthday mommylife… with love and many blessings to Barbara.
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You know… I am finally getting why children take so long to grow up. It’s mothers who need about this long to get the hang of the deal. And then when we get the hang of the deal, we get calls or letters like this: Well, we finally got here.. the car is actually looking quite well considering all it went through, i guess it wasn’t built to roll… So praise the Lord I’m just kidding. We made it here safely with no problems despite the Mount Hood pass being quite icy. Thank you for all of your prayers! –tim…
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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…