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

Friday, June 13, 2008

Just As I Am

Just As I Am

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, tho' tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind-
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find-
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Words: Charlotte Elliot
Music: Woodworth

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Who Knew I Had That Much to Say?

Post 500.


What to say, what to say??

Let's see...shall I entertain you with "500 Things About Me"?

No! Wait! Don't click away!! I was only kidding!!

I knew this was coming and kept thinking that I should have some inspiring post for #500 but life just kept getting in the way of me thinking wise and deeply pondered thoughts.

Well since there seems to be no super post magically creating itself, I will just say thank you to everyone who has been so kind and gracious and made me feel like this blogging thing was more a conversation with some fascinating friends, than me just blabbing to myself online.

Who knew you could make so many lovely friends across the country and even around the world by peering at the screen and pecking away at the keyboard?

Wishing we could have tea party or koffee klatch around my table to celebrate. But I guess for now we'll have to share a "cyber-mug."

Looking forward to:

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Always in Him,


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Monday, June 9, 2008

Grains of Gratitude—The Late Monday Edition

grains of gratitude We were supposed to clean the garage Satuday. Sounds like a great time, huh?

No? I didn’t think so either, but was prepared to forge on and find room in the chaos. I never had visions of being able to park in there—just walk. But my husband did the unexpected, and offered an alternate plan. Would I like to take the boys to play miniature golf and to go visit a relatively new store I’d not seen yet?


Work—Play. Work—Play? Which one would I like?

Well the garage isn’t clean, that’s for sure. But we had a fantastic time with the boys. We’ve been promising either the driving range or miniature golf, but every time we’ve planned it in the last two weeks there’s been a wild weather and we’ve had to settle for games of Clue or movies.

Sunday? The garage didn’t get cleaned either. But we had a wonderful day, in spite of my hot flashes.

Last week was full of things to be grateful for. We spent a day at the Franciscan Mission Warehouse. The boys had so much fun the first time we went, that we decided to make this a recurring event. This will be one place for us to do service projects and we are so grateful for the opportunity. We sorted and packaged school supplies that will be sent to Nigeria and Tanzania. The boys were able to work and know that their efforts were for a good thing.

I am grateful we were able to get a zoo pass and a pass to our local art museum. We will use this all school year, but for the next four weeks it is important to Boo and I because Roo is going to be taking classes in a summer intensive program for about seven hours each day. Boo has a chance to for classes too, but it will be for just an hour three days a week. The program is a fair distance from home and with gas prices soaring I will not be driving back and forth. Boo and I will do school work in the a.m. but need to have some things to entertain us after his class. So we will be doing lots of art appreciating and zoo-ing. We will also be visiting friends and the farmers market. I am grateful the boys have this chance, and also grateful for the fun opportunities Boo and I will have.

There have been a couple sets of circumstances have been weighing heavily on my heart lately and last week I gained insight into two of them. The situations aren’t really improved or resolved but understanding has allowed me to hopefully be more patient.

This week will be a challenge for us as we transition from a very relaxed style of schooling with late starting days to a very fast paced and out of the house all day style of living. Thankfully it will only be for four weeks. I’m grateful for the opportunities, but I am sure I will be grateful when we finish too.

What are you grateful for?

Christine at Brady’s Bunch is the originator of Grains of Gratitude. She’s always got something to share that makes me smile. I’m grateful she had the idea!

I am going to be blogging from the library near the school the boys will be at. I will be trying to do some scheduled posting that Blogger offers. So if my times seem a bit odd--that's why. Trying to move into the technology age. Baby steps...LOL!

Sharlie came to my house.

Sharlie came to my house. (No, not Charlie. Sharlie.)

He brought a parcel of friends w/him. Bucko, Jacko, Izzy, Addie and some other strange characters. He was Boo's best friend.

He had a lot of pets. He had no bedtime. Sharlie was in his 20s and drove a car. He did extraordinary things that my five year old only dreamed of doing. My son spoke constantly of Sharlie’s exploits. Of course, Sharlie was only in my son’s imagination.

Why do some children have imaginary friends? Do they fulfill dreams that can only remain dreams for most children? Roo never had imaginary friends. He played imaginary games in which all the world revolved around him—but it was different. Boo joined him most of the time. But sometimes Sharlie had to be included and that was where things got a little dicey. Roo didn’t always like Sharlie’s rules. Boo of course thought if Sharlie said it, it was law. Hmmm…wonder why?

Funny, but I never heard Boo talk to Sharlie. I had an imaginary friend and I talked to him all the time—alone, in public, bedtime. (I of course don’t do that anymore. He left for foreign lands in about first grade.)

It was at the dinner table that I heard of Sharlie’s adventures of the day. How many fish Sharlie caught. How late he stayed up. How many kittens he had. How big his fish tank was. How fast his car went. Sharlie was the expert on boy humor also. Humor involving the things that get one in trouble (especially at the table). Sharlie also didn’t have to help his parents. I think he may have helped too much and they kicked him out. That was why he lived with us.

Sharlie moved in for long enough that I was wondering if he needed a plate and his own towel. But he disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

I miss Sharlie sometimes.