Tuesday, 10 November 2009

  • apples

    "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."

    Proverbs 25:11

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    Are my words APPROPRIATE?

    Like the clothing you wear in any given situation your words ought to be appropriate for the situation.  Don't rub salt in someone's wounds, don't use words to tear someone down, don't highlight your own ignorance.  Make sure your words are appropriate.

    Proverbs 15:23 A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it?

    Are my words PLEASANT?

    It is hard to be around a person who uses a lot of curse words in their speech but when you become aware of your own speech you may be appalled at what you hear.  Many unpleasant words can escape our mouths when we bicker, judge, and let bitterness spew from our hearts.  Choose pleasant words.

    Proverbs 16:24 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

    Are my words PURE?

    Pure words come from a pure soul and a pure soul can only come from Christ.  When Christ dwells in you and you let him live through you then your words and your actions will be purified.

    Proverbs 10:11 The mouth of the righteous man is a well of life.

    Are my words LOVELY?

    Christ is lovely.  His being and presence are lovely.  Allow what Christ is to permeate your own soul and the words you speak will be lovely.

    Luke 4:22 And all bare him (Jesus) witness, and wondered at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth...

    Are my words ENCOURAGING?

    There are discouraged people everywhere.  You don't have to look far.  But a good word, a fit word has the power to make a heart glad.  You can uplift and edify.  In the encouraging of another make sure to use the promises of God, the truths of the Bible.  Allow God to gladden their hearts.

    Proverbs 12:25 Heaviness is the heart of a man maketh it stoop: but a good word maketh it glad.

    Are my words SOFT?

    Take the time to seek God in the midst of your anger.  Do not lash out with angry words.  Ask Him to soften your heart and give you the words to answer the situation softly but if you can't, don't answer at all.  It is better to say nothing than to say something you can't easily take back.

    Proverbs 15:1 A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.

     

Monday, 09 November 2009

  • boys

    Overheard from the backseat while driving in the rain...

    "I'm going to live on that island out there when I'm grown up.  Just have it be peaceful and study the animals.  Come in once in awhile for supplies.  Build a cabin with a big window that faces the water."

    Little brother was feeling feisty at the time...

    "How are you going to make money?"

    "I won't need much."

    "What are you going to do?  Build a Burger King out there?"

    "And I won't even make a bathroom....well, maybe I will."

    "Well, I'll probably live in an apartment when I'm a secret agent.  Be a bachelor."

    This is what boys plan.  If you ever wanted to know.

Friday, 06 November 2009

  • some things are never ok

    It is not ok to wear pajamas to Walmart

    in the middle of the day

    (unless you are sick and must pick up chicken soup then I understand)

    Or even sweatpants tucked into your boots like it's stylish

    No

    And please...please

    There are parts of you I don't want to see

    because

    you are NOT a plumber

    and even if you were it is still

    not ok

    And one more things that is not ok...

     

     

    these shoes...

    ever.

    350 mallard heels

    Please don't accuse me of being judgemental.  I will still love you if you do all of the above but I will not stand close to you and I might even pretend I don't know who you are.

    I would expect the same courtesy from you.

     

  • my sister

    First I must say that I feel a little bad for those of you with sisters.  Not because you have a sister but because I think I might just have gotten the best sister out there.

    And I miss her.

    But, she sent me love in the mail.

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    Our mail carrier brought us a huge box.  While she was lugging it out of the back of her car Charlie hopped in the front.  How would you feel if a miniature dachsund delivered your mail?

    The boys and I took a nice break from our morning of schoolwork to sit in front of the fire and open the huge box from New Jersey.  Have I mentioned I live in Washington and my sister is in New Jersey?  Lots of miles between.  But this box traveled those miles and brought with it lots of treasures.  It felt like Christmas!!

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    I will show you no more because you might get jealous that she is my sister and not yours. 

    Well, maybe one more picture.  And if this doesn't put you over the top with envy I just don't know what will...

     

     

    Sparkly PINK tissue paper!!!

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Wednesday, 04 November 2009

  • what we learn

    Have I mentioned how blessed I feel to be able to stay home with my children?  Well, I do.  And I am.

    Homeschooling them and making my home clean and cozy makes for a rewarding day.  And while I go about that I can listen to my favorite music, bake yummy smelling things, enjoy burning candles, sit in front of a warm fire, drink warm coffee drinks, pet my puppies, tell my kids I love them, read books, write letters, and even have time to get out and enjoy nature.

    The other day we got to watch a seal playing in the water.  No zoo admission needed!

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    oct 100

    We studied the structure of a bridge.  Well, youngest son studied it while I took pictures of it and oldest son impatiently waited to go up the trail.

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    We looked far into the distance from the top of our climb. 

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    And noticed things close up.  This moss blanketed the ground and looked like melting snow.

    oct 128

    I thought this one looked like a sea urchin...

    oct 130

    Do you see the little baby mushroom in the shelter of the older mushrooms?

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    My children are in the 3rd and 5th grades.  Together we do Bible, Geography, Science, and Art.  They do English, Math, and Penmanship seperately on their own level.  

    We start our day with a Bible story which we take turns reading.  This gives them great practice in reading aloud as they hear me read and take note of my inflections, pauses, and breathing patterns.  In Geography we are studying the country of Nigeria.  Science has us studying wind, clouds, and precipitation.  In Art we are doing a short study of Folk Art as done by Grandma Moses.

    In thinking about the challenges of homeschooling I think maybe my biggest challenge is keeping my focus and attitude in the right place.  When they grumble about having to "do school" it is easy for me to lose my focus and my footing.  When I am positive and attack the day with a smile they seem to follow suit.

    What is your biggest homeschooling challenge?

     

Tuesday, 03 November 2009

  • loved

     

    As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.

    *Proverbs 25:25*

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    I feel loved.  Because this was waiting for me in my mailbox.  The sender is a sweet friend and to read her words was almost like being with her.  I could hear her voice and see into her kind eyes.  Thank you, Pauline, for thinking of me.

Monday, 02 November 2009

  • oh to be nothing

     

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    This is the day of the great "I".  Everyone is so full of boasting, self-flattery, and general self-involvement.  We've made our priorities and "I" is at the top of the list.

    Our Saviour lived a life of true humility.  He is our example.  Matthew 11:29 "Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart."

    It is not our purpose to draw attention to ourselves or to proclaim to the world how great we are.  We are nothing.  God is everything.

    John the Baptist was one humble man.  He lived his life in humble service to the Lord and was used greatly.  When asked, "Who are you?" he replied, "I am nobody but a voice."  He knew the greatness of God and the lowliness of self.

    "There cometh one mightier than I."

    "He must increase but I must decrease."

    Humility is a sensitive sort of way.  It cannot be manufactured.  It cannot be flattered.  It will not be publically displayed.  And the moment humility speaks of itself, it is gone.

    We find humility in the valleys of life.  The Lord is always ready to give us a blessing but we are not always in a position to receive it.  Through trials and hardships we are brought low and must look up to God for mercy.  Valleys are fertile places.  If we allow them to they will grow us and we will learn to be humble.

    Don't spend your days absorbed in your self.  Seek God and be filled with the humble spirit of Christ.  Be filled with his meekness and humility!!

    oct 120

    "As the lark that soars the highest, builds her nest the lowest; as the nightingale that sings so sweetly, sings in the shade while all things rest; as the branches that are most laden with fruit bend the lowest, as the ship most laden sinks deepest in the water -- so the holiest Christians are the humblest."

     

    "Oh to be nothing, nothing!

    Only to lie at his feet,

    A broken and emptied vessel,

    For the Master's use made meet.

    Emtied, that He might fill me

    As forth to His service I go;

    Broken, that so unhindered

    His life through me might flow.

    Broken, that so unhindered

    His life through me might flow."

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • incomplete sentences

    Dairy Queen blizzards on a windy stormy evening parked near the beach with all the family cozied up together on the front seat of the truck.  We watched lightning and the moon flirt with us from behind clouds and then Patsy Cline came on the radio and all was well in the world.

    Will be giving a devotion tomorrow evening on choosing our words well.  What an important thought!

    Am sporting a fabulous purple nail polish that looks just like grape juice.

    Tomorrow is my last day of work.  Then I will be free to concentrate more fully on my children and my home throughout the day.

    The sky was pink this morning.  A splash of color to wake up the day.

    Had a day alone yesterday.  Spent it running errands and also took myself to lunch.  Was able to spend some time working on my devotion and also my Christian Classics homework.

    Charlie wore a sweater yesterday.  It was the most pitiful, hilarious thing that I couldn't stop snorting.  It was a turtleneck with sleeves and everything!  And, I kid you not, the big dogs made fun of him for it.

    Hope to find time to do some photography soon.  My creativity feels so dry...

    Should I be worried that these incomplete sentences come so easily to someone who is teaching her children at home?

    The End.

     

Saturday, 24 October 2009

  • graceful?

    My son's face might be on a poster at your neighborhood Safeway.  He's going to become one of those "do not let this child enter your store if you see him" kind of kids.  The employees may cringe when we walk in but, in my embarrassment, I am just not sure.

    No, he's not the kind that screams throughout the entire store and you can hear him in produce while you're in the frozen food section.  And he's not the child that runs up and down aisles dodging elderly ladies and knocking down whole displays. 

    At least, that hasn't happened yet.

    Nor is he the child that begs and whines for candy, soda, chips, ice cream, popsicles, string cheese, travel size deoderant, etc... 

    But today as my son was pushing his cart through the store ( I allow them each to push one of those "compact" carts as this keeps them busy and makes it harder to kick, wrestle, mess around - as boys have a tendency to do with their brothers).  Anyhow, I asked him to pick out four yogurts to put in his cart.  As he grabbed the first one it slipped right out of his hand.  In slow motion, gravity had it's way with that little cup of yogurt, and it landed with a hard thud on the floor.  No bounce.  Just a pink explosion.  I scurried over to the meat department to request a clean up.  "Clean up on aisle 2.  Bring a mop."  Yikes.

    Mr. Fifteen-Year-Old-Courtesy-Clerk wasn't too happy about having to face whatever waited for him on aisle 2.  But he pasted on a smile and was pleasant enough.

    As our grocery shopping came to a close, lunch time drew near.  I allowed my boys to pick out deli sandwiches, sodas, and small bags of chips.  With our food we sat down at the little tables next to the Starbucks kiosk.  Youngest son enjoyed a few swigs of his Pepsi and returned the lid to the bottle. 

    Just not tight enough. 

    A few moments later he reached for that bottle and for some reason decided to give it a few shakes.  The carbonation worked itself into a volcano projecting from the partially open lid of the bottle and down the sides onto the table and the floor.

    Observant Starbucks guy flew to the rescue with a wet rag and a dry rag.  Thank you Starbucks guy.  You are a hero in more ways than one.

    My son.  Bless his heart.  He has the sweetest most innocent eyes, unless of course he is doing something not sweet or innocent.  Today he didn't do any of the above to be a stinker.  He was just accident prone.  I threatened to lock him in his room for the rest of the day just so he wouldn't get hurt.  Of course I was kidding. 

    Kind of.

     

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