Taco Sauce...
Waiting...
Patiently...waiting...
For unsuspecting person to open the b00by trapped fridge.
Taco Sauce...
Ambush...
Explosion...
Of Taco Sauce.
Covered in taco sauce from armpit to sweat socks. Darling husband cleans kitchen.
Ambushee showers, finds sauce inside clothes, obviously on clothes...
Heavy sigh...
Will try blogging tomorrow when the coast is clear.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
What Kind of Sweater Are You?
You Are a Cardigan |
You are traditional, old-fashioned, and even a little conservative. More than anything else, you are a creature of habit. You haven't changed much over the years. You shy away from flashy ideas, people, fashion, and foods. You have simple tastes. You go for established quality and longevity every time. |
Or I don't like to shop and go with the simple, tried and true, don't have to think about it kind of clothes. I wasn't really surprised about my results.
What kind of sweater are you?
A Rant and a Bigger Rant
Alternatively: Not Very Spiritual and Very Self-Involved
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory Dickory Dock.
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bird looked at the clock,
The clock struck two 2,
Away she flew,
Hickory Dickory Dock........
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?
The mice are back and they were running, not up the clock, but up in the wall behind my bed in the wee hours of this morning. Ugh. Gross.Yuck. Have I mentioned before that I do not like mice?? I take personal offense that they would enter my home, uninvited and unwelcome, stay and multiply. Ugh. Gross. Yuck.
Sleep was elusive with the pitter patter of little feet scurrying and sharp teeth chewing. When I did sleep I was bombarded with nightmares that we filled with—you guessed it—mice.
Actually the worst dream started with mice sized mice and developed into guinea pig sized mice (or maybe they were guinea pigs) and morphed into capybaras!! The holes they were coming from got increasingly larger and larger.
I’m sure the fact that The Nutcracker has the King Mouse and the army of mice/rats who fight the nutcracker and surround Clara hasn’t helped because the soundtrack for my dream was Tchaikovsky’s score.
On another, more paranoid, note, I am allowing myself to be stressed out by people who surely have no ulterior motives or sinister meanings to their questions—but it seems everyone is asking the boys how much school they have, or how’s school going, or lots of homework right now??? And then they look at us as if we are slackers when they find out we are in very low gear at home.
What? No overloaded school schedule to top off Nutcracker nuttiness?? How dare we? Yeah…I’m pretty sure I’m overreacting. But the looks when told we did school in July and August (Boo was even doing school in June) so we are able to relax a little in December border on disbelief.
As we’ve entered the fourth year of the Sugar Plump Fairy drives to dance I’ve found some truths I hold evident: (cue the world’s smallest violins playing “My Heart Bleeds for You.”)
First, driving seven days a week for near two months to the same place looses its shine by about week three (or sooner).
Second, while I’m very appreciative for the socialization aspect (mine as much as the boys) sometimes I really would just love to curl up and not talk to anyone. There’s been little time to read, craft or do any of the activities I thought I might be able to. But I don’t want to go sit in the car and be anti-social, either. A couple people I only get to see this time of year.
Third, when I hit overload I can only take so much. (Insert proper whining tone here.) I’ve found the week after dress rehearsals is when I collapse. I try very hard to keep the boys from getting overwhelmed and strive to make sure sleep and eating well and smart are priorities for them, but sometimes forget myself. Or eat stupid and the hormones are in control of my sleep so there either not enough or too much—a vicious cycle, indeed.
So, here I sit stewing. I am sure no one is trying to upset me, but I wonder about the socialization of adults who don’t know how to talk to children about anything more than, “Are you getting all of your homework done?” My children aren’t allowed to roll their eyes at anyone (I’m sure they have behind my back—I’m not that naïve) but I’m about ready to start rolling my eyes!! No wonder we hear kids think grownups are clueless.
I actually find that the grownups most worried about my child’s schooling situation have no children of their own. What is up with that? I’m sure they are well intentioned—they just haven’t been socialized for actual real conversations with children. (And obviously aren’t aware of some of the perks and benefits of homeschooling!)
Asking kids about homework is akin to asking, “How are you?” Does the asker really want to know? Are they going to get panicked if we really tell them how we are?
What would I propose as good alternative questions? Since I’m complaining I should have thought out a solution. Well as a matter of fact I can think of several:
“Are you reading a good book right now?”
“Have you learned a new Christmas song?”
“Do you have any recitals to perform in?”
“Are you getting enough rest? How are you feeling?”
“How ‘bout them Chiefs?” (Never mind...they’re still losing.)
If one must ask about school the question could be, “Do you have a favorite subject?”
Children can be just as fun, sometimes more so, to connect with than adults. I’ve really enjoyed the students that I’ve come in contact with this year and have learned some really neat things, founds some interesting book ideas, or heard about all the family traditions they share with their family. Sometimes they have to be drawn out just a little bit.
Whew…that was a bit spewy…I’m sure it applies to no one who reads this. Just overflowing today.
Hickory Dickory Dock,The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory Dickory Dock.
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bird looked at the clock,
The clock struck two 2,
Away she flew,
Hickory Dickory Dock........
Three blind mice, three blind mice,See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?
The mice are back and they were running, not up the clock, but up in the wall behind my bed in the wee hours of this morning. Ugh. Gross.Yuck. Have I mentioned before that I do not like mice?? I take personal offense that they would enter my home, uninvited and unwelcome, stay and multiply. Ugh. Gross. Yuck.
Sleep was elusive with the pitter patter of little feet scurrying and sharp teeth chewing. When I did sleep I was bombarded with nightmares that we filled with—you guessed it—mice.Actually the worst dream started with mice sized mice and developed into guinea pig sized mice (or maybe they were guinea pigs) and morphed into capybaras!! The holes they were coming from got increasingly larger and larger.
I’m sure the fact that The Nutcracker has the King Mouse and the army of mice/rats who fight the nutcracker and surround Clara hasn’t helped because the soundtrack for my dream was Tchaikovsky’s score.
On another, more paranoid, note, I am allowing myself to be stressed out by people who surely have no ulterior motives or sinister meanings to their questions—but it seems everyone is asking the boys how much school they have, or how’s school going, or lots of homework right now??? And then they look at us as if we are slackers when they find out we are in very low gear at home.
What? No overloaded school schedule to top off Nutcracker nuttiness?? How dare we? Yeah…I’m pretty sure I’m overreacting. But the looks when told we did school in July and August (Boo was even doing school in June) so we are able to relax a little in December border on disbelief.
As we’ve entered the fourth year of the Sugar Plump Fairy drives to dance I’ve found some truths I hold evident: (cue the world’s smallest violins playing “My Heart Bleeds for You.”)
First, driving seven days a week for near two months to the same place looses its shine by about week three (or sooner).
Second, while I’m very appreciative for the socialization aspect (mine as much as the boys) sometimes I really would just love to curl up and not talk to anyone. There’s been little time to read, craft or do any of the activities I thought I might be able to. But I don’t want to go sit in the car and be anti-social, either. A couple people I only get to see this time of year.
Third, when I hit overload I can only take so much. (Insert proper whining tone here.) I’ve found the week after dress rehearsals is when I collapse. I try very hard to keep the boys from getting overwhelmed and strive to make sure sleep and eating well and smart are priorities for them, but sometimes forget myself. Or eat stupid and the hormones are in control of my sleep so there either not enough or too much—a vicious cycle, indeed.
So, here I sit stewing. I am sure no one is trying to upset me, but I wonder about the socialization of adults who don’t know how to talk to children about anything more than, “Are you getting all of your homework done?” My children aren’t allowed to roll their eyes at anyone (I’m sure they have behind my back—I’m not that naïve) but I’m about ready to start rolling my eyes!! No wonder we hear kids think grownups are clueless.
I actually find that the grownups most worried about my child’s schooling situation have no children of their own. What is up with that? I’m sure they are well intentioned—they just haven’t been socialized for actual real conversations with children. (And obviously aren’t aware of some of the perks and benefits of homeschooling!)
Asking kids about homework is akin to asking, “How are you?” Does the asker really want to know? Are they going to get panicked if we really tell them how we are?
What would I propose as good alternative questions? Since I’m complaining I should have thought out a solution. Well as a matter of fact I can think of several:
“Are you reading a good book right now?”
“Have you learned a new Christmas song?”
“Do you have any recitals to perform in?”
“Are you getting enough rest? How are you feeling?”
“How ‘bout them Chiefs?” (Never mind...they’re still losing.)
If one must ask about school the question could be, “Do you have a favorite subject?”
Children can be just as fun, sometimes more so, to connect with than adults. I’ve really enjoyed the students that I’ve come in contact with this year and have learned some really neat things, founds some interesting book ideas, or heard about all the family traditions they share with their family. Sometimes they have to be drawn out just a little bit.
Whew…that was a bit spewy…I’m sure it applies to no one who reads this. Just overflowing today.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Grains of Gratitude
An eleven day old baby.I got to hold one this week.
A precious, sweet new soul—tiny and fresh and a gift from God. She joined a family as the sixth and joyfully welcomed child. Her oldest brother smiled when he told me about her. Both parents have that air of contented love about them. I was grateful her sweet mama let me hold her for a while and I was grateful to listen to her mother talk about their trust that the LORD will provide for each child the things that will help them grow to what He wants them to be. What a blessing.
A one-year-old’s birthday party.
My goddaughter’s birthday party.
Family and friends, food and fun, loud and joyful Celebrating the gift of a child’s milestone of one year. She sat on my lap for a bit, allowing me to hold her as long as I didn’t squish too tight or snuggle to close. We played with a pink stuffed dog and a brown stuffed horse. She delighted in playing, “watch the grown-ups dive for the toys when I throw them on the floor.” My sons had a great time and I got to sit and enjoy good company. All celebrating a child’s life.
Can you imagine over 2000 years ago Jesus was a baby, tiny and fresh from God? Stretching in His sleep, relying totally on the care of his parents. Can you imagine that He grew the first year and just like our children, reached milestones—rolling over, sitting up, crawling, striving to walk, talk…just like our children, just like us.
I am so grateful for a Savior who felt all of our feelings, experienced all of our experiences. In this busy time of year, during this time of run here, drive there, it is easy to feel disconnected from the true meaning of the holiday that is coming. My house still isn’t ready for Christmas, but this week I was given gifts to prepare my heart.
It’s beginning to
What are you grateful for?
Grains of Gratitude is from Christine at Brady's Bunch.
The King Shall Come
Preparing for Jesus: Meditations on the Coming of Christ, Advent, Christmas and the Kingdom by Walter Wangerin, Jr.
Friend, unto you the Lord says, “Surely I am coming soon!” (Rev. 22:20).
And what do you say to that promise? Do you by your unconscious behavior utter doubt? Does and earthbound vision deny the possibility? Are you scared to consider an end to the world?
“Can’t be.”
“Prove it.”
Sadly, the sign of our mistrust shall be the doubt itself, together with all the anxieties and suspicions and loneliness which doubt engenders. And these will last until we come to trust, or else until his coming comes to pass.
Jesus says, “I am coming soon!”
And how do you respond? Oh, let it be as a bride responds to the promise of the bridegroom, adorning yourself for his return, joyfully shouting with the Spirit, “Come!” (Rev. 21:2, 9;22:17). Then your joy, your present beauty, your complete sense of assurance and belonging—these shall be signs of the Lord’s trustworthiness and of our turst, signs of his love until he comes in glory.
“Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!”
The King Shall Come when Morning Dawns
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.
Not as of old a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky.
O brighter than the rising morn
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.
O brighter than that glorious morn
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that aye shall last.
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.
Set to the tune: Morning Song/Kentucky Harmony
This is the tune, the words in the video are to Nunc Dimittis
Also set to Morning Song/Kentucky Harmony
Awake, Awake to Love and Work
Awake, awake to love and work!
The lark is in the sky;
The fields are wet with diamond dew;
The worlds awake to cry
Their blessings on the Lord of life,
As He goes meekly by.
Come, let thy voice be one with theirs,
Shout with their shout of praise;
See how the giant sun soars up,
Great lord of years and days!
So let the love of Jesus come
And set thy soul ablaze.
To give and give, and give again,
What God hath given thee;
To spend thyself nor count the cost;
To serve right gloriously
The God Who gave all worlds that are,
And all that are to be.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Six Things that Make Me Happy
Esther has tagged me for Six Things that Make Me Happy. And her timing was good!! I need to stop and think of six things that make me happy six times a day (at least)!! I have been so blessed.
1. My God. The closer I draw to Him the happier, more joyful I am. I may look very odd to the world, but we are called to be a peculiar people.
2. My guys. My husband and my sons. Again, we may look very odd, but maybe that is because we enjoy each others' company.
3. My friends--both IRL and bloggy. You challenge me to new and better things. You keep me fresh!
4. Being backstage with the guys and hearing The Nutcracker Overture. Here we go again!!
5. Good books & good coffee--together!
6. My pillow.
And now I am supposed to tag six people so they will share their happy things.
Okay...
1. Sheryl at Taking the Challenge
2. Barbara at Stray Thoughts
3. Renee at 2 Peas in a Pod (when she feels better)
4. Do You Weary Like I Do?
5. Kim at mom-musings
6. and YOU!!
1. My God. The closer I draw to Him the happier, more joyful I am. I may look very odd to the world, but we are called to be a peculiar people.
2. My guys. My husband and my sons. Again, we may look very odd, but maybe that is because we enjoy each others' company.
3. My friends--both IRL and bloggy. You challenge me to new and better things. You keep me fresh!
4. Being backstage with the guys and hearing The Nutcracker Overture. Here we go again!!
5. Good books & good coffee--together!
6. My pillow.
And now I am supposed to tag six people so they will share their happy things.
Okay...
1. Sheryl at Taking the Challenge
2. Barbara at Stray Thoughts
3. Renee at 2 Peas in a Pod (when she feels better)
4. Do You Weary Like I Do?
5. Kim at mom-musings
6. and YOU!!
Advent Links
I'm really slow and out of it this morning. Rehearsal ran until 10:15, which meant we left the theater at 10:30, which meant we didn't get home until near 11 and then winding down was hard for the boys and me.
So thankful for those school days in July!! Taking the day off of school. We fly to rehearsal early today--3:30!! Home early!!
Here are some advent links to make us think:
Conversion Diary: Musings of a Former Atheist
Soul Pockets
Thoughts from a Soldier's Wife
Happy Hearts at Home
Christ's Rose
Danielle Bean
So thankful for those school days in July!! Taking the day off of school. We fly to rehearsal early today--3:30!! Home early!!
Here are some advent links to make us think:
Conversion Diary: Musings of a Former Atheist
Soul Pockets
Thoughts from a Soldier's Wife
Happy Hearts at Home
Christ's Rose
Danielle Bean
The World Is About to Turn
"The word Advent is derived from the Latin adventtus, which means "the approach" or "the arrival." The verb is advenio: "I arrive. I come. I am coming."
Who is coming? From Preparing for Jesus by Walter Wangerin, Jr.
"Centuries before Jesus was born in Bethlehem, God was planning for the great event of His birth. In the eighth century before Christ, Isaiah prophesied about the coming of Christ to establish a kingdom of peace--eight hundred years before it happened!" From Christmas Out of the Advent Box by Benjamin R. Husted
Advent, Day Four
It is December 3rd and I am not prepared. I already feel behind.
Behind what?
Good question.
I am behind the world's standards of retail Christmas. I have not decorated, I haven't got my music in the CD player, I am still in my jammies. I am behind the times with my "dated" beliefs, according to some. I am behind.
And yet, when I pause, I realize I am not behind. God knew I would be here. And when I pause and if I listen very carefully I can hear Him. I can and am preparing my heart for Him.
Is 25:6-10a
On this mountain the LORD of hosts
will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
On this mountain he will destroy
the veil that veils all peoples,
The web that is woven over all nations;
he will destroy death forever.
The Lord GOD will wipe away
the tears from all faces;
The reproach of his people he will remove
from the whole earth; for the LORD has spoken.
On that day it will be said:
“Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us!
This is the LORD for whom we looked;
let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us!”
For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain.
There is no work I can do that will outdo the work of the LORD. There is no holiday I can decorate for and prepare food for that will outshine the feast that is planned for us.
Come, LORD Jesus, Come!!
Canticle of the Turning
by Rory Cooney
My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great,
And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait.
You fixed your sight on the servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn,
So from east to west shall my name be blest.
Could the world be about to turn?
Antiphon: My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of you justice burn. Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draw near, And the world is about to turn.
Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me,
And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be.Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn, You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.
Antiphon
From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more, for the food they can never earn;
These are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn.
Antiphon
Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast:
God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound, 'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.
The music is uplifting--to listen, click.
The world is about to turn! One day the world will quit operating on "me" time, on retail time, on sinful time. One day we will be operating on God's time.
What a joyful day that will be.
Who is coming? From Preparing for Jesus by Walter Wangerin, Jr.
"Centuries before Jesus was born in Bethlehem, God was planning for the great event of His birth. In the eighth century before Christ, Isaiah prophesied about the coming of Christ to establish a kingdom of peace--eight hundred years before it happened!" From Christmas Out of the Advent Box by Benjamin R. Husted
Advent, Day Four
It is December 3rd and I am not prepared. I already feel behind.
Behind what?
Good question.
I am behind the world's standards of retail Christmas. I have not decorated, I haven't got my music in the CD player, I am still in my jammies. I am behind the times with my "dated" beliefs, according to some. I am behind.
And yet, when I pause, I realize I am not behind. God knew I would be here. And when I pause and if I listen very carefully I can hear Him. I can and am preparing my heart for Him.
Is 25:6-10a
On this mountain the LORD of hosts
will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
On this mountain he will destroy
the veil that veils all peoples,
The web that is woven over all nations;
he will destroy death forever.
The Lord GOD will wipe away
the tears from all faces;
The reproach of his people he will remove
from the whole earth; for the LORD has spoken.
On that day it will be said:
“Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us!
This is the LORD for whom we looked;
let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us!”
For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain.
There is no work I can do that will outdo the work of the LORD. There is no holiday I can decorate for and prepare food for that will outshine the feast that is planned for us.
Come, LORD Jesus, Come!!
Canticle of the Turning
by Rory Cooney
My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great,
And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait.
You fixed your sight on the servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn,
So from east to west shall my name be blest.
Could the world be about to turn?
Antiphon: My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of you justice burn. Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draw near, And the world is about to turn.
Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me,
And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be.Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn, You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.
Antiphon
From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more, for the food they can never earn;
These are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn.
Antiphon
Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast:
God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound, 'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.
The music is uplifting--to listen, click.
The world is about to turn! One day the world will quit operating on "me" time, on retail time, on sinful time. One day we will be operating on God's time.
What a joyful day that will be.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Grains of Gratitude
I'm grateful the painting is done. I'll be even more grateful when we get everything put in place. You know how it goes, you move this and then you have to find a home for that and then someone has a bright idea to move all this stuff downstairs and then move some other stuff upstairs and wouldn't the room look better if we added two bookshelves and....well you see how it goes.And then the boys and I went out of town for three days to see my dad. And I am grateful we did that. But my husband couldn't go, so I always felt a piece of me was missing. But it was a good, safe and fun trip. Dad made a large wood frame for me to create a project I cooked up. One more thing to add to the room.
I am grateful for all of your prayers for Roo. His knee is much improved. For now the prognosis is "growing pains" added to new and more strenuous movement. A couple very knowledgeable, caring teachers are keeping a close eye on him. He hates being conspicuous but I was an obnoxious mom and shared my concerns anyway.
I'm grateful that Boo has been having a great time again during rehearsals. Apparently some of the older girls have been paying him a little extra attention. I was informed today that he received a marriage proposal. I told him he may have to wait a few weeks and get a little better acquainted. A---hem...I am really going to be in trouble with this one.
The mice seem to have left for more friendly dwellings. I am sooooooooooooooo grateful! The cat has been useless and the dog was of no help. The cat, Sid, is 17--half blind and half deaf, so him I understand. In his day he was a champion mouser, but now he just curls up in his little box and sleeps a lot. Miss Libby, the pooch, seemed to think they were just new pets we had acquired.
I am grateful for the time we spent schooling in the summer because I am about out of steam. We are in coast mode for a bit. We will be tying up loose ends and taking a long holiday break. Nutcracker rehearsals move into the theater this week and then the shows begin!!
Advent starts today. We pause, we take time and prepare our hearts and minds for the joyful feast to come--for the Emmanuel--God with us. I am grateful for the rhythm of the liturgical year. In the hustle and bustle of the commercial world we live in I need something to refocus me on the One reason for the real season. Father's homily today talked about how sometimes we are so intent on wondering when Christ will return that we miss Jesus in our daily life--how the sorrows of this world make us ready to give it up and get to heaven and we miss the opportunity to share the LORD with a soul in need of His love today. He said it better than I did...but I'm grateful for the reminder to live in the now.
I'll be sharing a few Advent posts through December. Not everyday, but once in a while. I've got some books I'm excited about reading and some songs that have been on my heart.
O Come, O Come Emmanuel
Advent, Day One
Isaiah 63:16b-17,19b;64:2-7
You, LORD, are our father,
our redeemer you are named forever.
Why do you let us wander, O LORD, from your ways,
and harden our hearts so that we fear you not?
Return for the sake of your servants,
the tribes of your heritage.
Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,
with the mountains quaking before you,
while you wrought awesome deeds we could not hope for,
such as they had not heard of from of old.
No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you
doing such deeds for those who wait for him.
Would that you might meet us doing right,
that we were mindful of you in our ways!
Behold, you are angry, and we are sinful;
all of us have become like unclean people,
all our good deeds are like polluted rags;
we have all withered like leaves,
and our guilt carries us away like the wind.
There is none who calls upon your name,
who rouses himself to cling to you;
for you have hidden your face from us
and have delivered us up to our guilt.
Yet, O LORD, you are our father;
we are the clay and you the potter:
we are all the work of your hands.
Wonderful Advent posts and links:
The Anchoress
Momopoly
Praying for Grace
My Domestic Church
O Night Divine
Isaiah 63:16b-17,19b;64:2-7
You, LORD, are our father,
our redeemer you are named forever.
Why do you let us wander, O LORD, from your ways,
and harden our hearts so that we fear you not?
Return for the sake of your servants,
the tribes of your heritage.
Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,
with the mountains quaking before you,
while you wrought awesome deeds we could not hope for,
such as they had not heard of from of old.
No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you
doing such deeds for those who wait for him.
Would that you might meet us doing right,
that we were mindful of you in our ways!
Behold, you are angry, and we are sinful;
all of us have become like unclean people,
all our good deeds are like polluted rags;
we have all withered like leaves,
and our guilt carries us away like the wind.
There is none who calls upon your name,
who rouses himself to cling to you;
for you have hidden your face from us
and have delivered us up to our guilt.
Yet, O LORD, you are our father;
we are the clay and you the potter:
we are all the work of your hands.
Wonderful Advent posts and links:
The Anchoress
Momopoly
Praying for Grace
My Domestic Church
O Night Divine
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