This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Saturday, December 8, 2007

O little town of Bethlehem

Matthew 2:6 " But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you will come a ruler who will be the shepherd of my people Israel."

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth!

How silently, how silently, the wondrous Gift is giv’n;
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heav’n.
No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy pray to the bless├Ęd Child,
Where misery cries out to Thee, Son of the mother mild;
Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, and Christmas comes once more.

O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel!

Words by Phillips Brooks
Music by Lewis Redner

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

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The Sovereign's Daughter

I just received a book from Glass Road Public Relations called The Sovereign's Daughter. This looks to be an exciting read. I am a huge fan of historical fiction.

The press release for review says:
Set in the backdrop of post World‐War I Russia and the Bolshevik revolution, The Sovereign's Daughter uses Russia's imperial Romanov family to weave a fictional tale of honor, devotion and ultimately unconditional love.

With revolutionaries occupying the nearby town of Tsarskoe Selo and trying to breach the palace walls, Tsar Nikolai Alexandrovich Romanov sets out to protect crucial state secrets via the most unlikely of people – a lowly chambermaid and ayoung Mennonite. These two, together with another palace servant and her brother, flee to protect the secrets of the Romanov family. Failure could cost the Romanov family control of the entire country.

But what started as a brief exile becomes a dangerous cat and mouse game with bloodthirsty revolutionaries bent on discovering the imperial secrets.

All four profess to trust in God's provision during the dark days ahead, however, will they be willing to lay it all on the line when the moment is at hand? With the revolutionaries bearing in on all sides and an unknown assailant hunting them, how can they best protect all that is dear? When their very lives are threatened, can they continue to put their faith in God?

Authors Susan K. Downs and Susan May Warren's information includes:

Susan K.Downs:Susan served as the Russian adoption program coordinator for one of America's oldest adoption agencies prior to her decision to leave the social work field and devote herself full‐time to writing and editing fiction. Through her adoption work, however, she developed a love for all things Russian and an unquenchable curiosity about Russian history and culture. A series of miraculously events led Susan and her minister‐husband to adopt from Korea two of their five children. The adoptions of their daughters precipitated a five‐year mission assignment in South Korea, which in turn paved the way for Susan's work in international adoption and her Russian experiences. The Downses currently reside in Canton, OH. Read more about Susan's writing and editing ministry and her family at

Susan May Warren:Susan and her family recently returned home after working for eight years in Khabarovsk, Far East Russia. Deeply influenced and blessed by the faith of the Russian Christians, she longed to write a story that revealed their faith during their dark years of persecution and a story of their impact on today's generation. The Sovereign's Daughter is the fruition of these hopes. Now writing full‐time in northern Minnesota while her husband, Andrew manages a lodge, Susan is the author of both novels and novellas. She draws upon her rich experience on both sides of the ocean to write stories that stir the Christian soul. Find out more about Susan and her writing at

The Sovereign's Daughter will be available January 2008. I will have my personal review out as soon as possible.


I never win. But I did!! And it was a BOOK!! Books are better than chocolate in

I am really looking forward to reading this. Thanks, Jendi!!

Monday, December 3, 2007

What Doesn't Get Said in the Christmas Letter

My purse is full of Kleenex, three flavors of Riccola, Honey-lemon Halls and Germ-X.

My most used phrase is, "That is your shirt sleeve, this is a Kleenex--No, don't use ME!! Gahh!!"

If I'm not saying that it's, "Don't touch me until you wash your hands.” Yes, thank you, I am such a sensitive mom.

School is getting done, we have clean clothes to wear and dishes to eat off of. The tree, garland, lights and tchotchkes are all put up. I’ve only moved the Ferris-Coaster Wheel around the living room about seventy-nine times and the telescope follows behind. It’s parked in front of the television right now. Once a friend came over and as we were sitting and talking, she told me, “I always like to come here because it feels so lived in.” After she realized that didn’t come out as quite a compliment, she went on to explain that you could see our interests and that living occurred in our house on a day to day basis. And she wasn’t afraid to touch things. (Thankfully she didn’t know about the dust monsters that lurk beneath the sofa. They would make anyone afraid.) No one would ever accuse me of having an elegant home.

My husband, kind soul, drove to dance Saturday night—to the second of ten performances the boys had. He worked backstage with all the moms! And I actually had three hours alone. I felt like I should be blogging, but turned up the Christmas carols, finished the garland and sat in the twinkling lights and listened. And just sat there. I don’t remember how long it’s been since I just sat. It was nice.

Church was lovely, we had a pianist and an organist and a large choir and several accompanying instruments. The homily was so pertinent and the boys were well behaved and the two older couples who sat behind stopped us to tell me how much they enjoyed sitting behind my children. And that they were handsome too! That was a “Mommy present” that can’t be wrapped and put under the tree.

The boys did their lessons today without a fuss. Their piano practice included some Christmas songs and they are now in bed pretending they are going to sleep. I’m pretending I can’t hear them quietly telling stories.

Hope you all are well in your corner of the world…