7.31.2009
7.30.2009
Under-the-wire knitting
15 hr drive to see family? No problem, knit the 1 yr old's birthday sweater on the road. He was very obliging to wear a wool sweater in June.
The NEXT DAY this purse was started for a friend moving away. I had 24 hrs before it had to be delivered, so bulky yarn and chunky cables fit the bill. This one was knit entirely at a wedding rehearsal!
7.24.2009
Cain's wife
Also, do you think there is a backwards step in time between Genesis 4:24 and 4:25?
Was there a whole lot of incest going on at the beginning?
Was this contrary to God's will?
Did Adam and Eve have other sons and daughters?
Were there descendents of Adam and Eve who lived in Nod - east of Eden?
I've never had these questions answered in a manner that is intellectually satisfying.
How is the woman the glory of man?
7.23.2009
What should we learn from John Calvin?
7.22.2009
Holy things
7.17.2009
7.14.2009
Slippery Slope not always a Fallacy
Drawing
And I think they're learning that the "pastor's wife" is much more than just that. :)
7.10.2009
From the mouths of babes
"Mom! Rain has water in it!"
"I just saw a squirrel picking his nose!"
Rockets, to God's glory
Check out the link...
http://hamptonroads.tv/hrtv.php?id=4981001
7.08.2009
School schedule update
But the schedule flunked. It worked for one day only, and not even technically that long! Day #2 was sabotaged by being out for 4 hours to teach drawing, but we managed to get (nearly) everything else done in the afternoon and evening. Day #3 (today) I woke up 2 hours into my schedule. Oops! I'm laughing at it all, really. I'm figuring out how to work 9 - or is it 10? - distinct lessons for 3 distinct children into one day, plus serve up 3 meals for 6 people on a regular basis. Sounds like a bad math problem.
We're out of sliced bread, there are 4 eggs in the fridge, the spelling list is AWOL, and little ditties about nouns and verbs are going through my head. And yet, it all works out at the end of each day by God's grace. The 7 yr old is conjugating Latin verbs while building Lego spaceships, the 6 yr old wanted to do a weeks worth of Lit in one day (and did), the 5 yr old submitted to Mom's way of coloring in squares, and the 2 yr old was jumping with joy while screaming out numbers I pointed to.
This is all really quite fun if you have a strange sense of humor, a VO specialty. :)
PG Wooster, Just as he Useter
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library,
Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary,
Lean on the counter and never say when,
Wodehouse and
Flourish the fish-slice, your buttons unloosing,
Prepare for the fabulous browsing and sluicing,
And quote, til you're known as the neighborhood nuisance,
The gems that illumine the browsance and sluicance.
Oh, fondle each gem, and after you quote it,
Kindly inform me just who wrote it.
Which came first, the egg or the rooster?
P.G.Wodehouse or Bertram Wooster?
I know hawk from handsaw, and Finn from
But I can't disentangle Bertram from PG.
I inquire in the school room, I ask in the road house,
Did Wodehouse write
Bertram Wodehouse and PG
They are linked in my mind like Simon and Schuster.
No matter which fumbled in '41,
Or which the woebegone figure of fun.
I deduce how the faux pas came about,
It was clearly Jeeves's afternoon out.
Now Jeeves is back, and my cheeks are crumply
7.07.2009
Buried with Him in baptism?
7.02.2009
School of Faith
I attempt and fail at organizing and creating no-fail systems, but there remains FAITH.
There is faith that somehow despite my personal failures, lost tempers, lack of initiative, and general sinfulness, God will work through my hands to bless our children. They will learn to read, they will conquer division, they will get "b" and "d" figured out. But most of all, I have faith that we will come closer to God as a family. Let me be honest; somedays it is very difficult to have faith, especially when our home looks like a tornado blew through, the fridge is empty, and we seem to be stuck on the Exodus forever!
Faith is different from HOPE. They're cousins, to be sure, but faith is concrete. It's not a feeling, a big spiritual deep breath, or anything like that. It is my bedrock that remains when all else is stripped away. It cannot be removed, not by circumstances, nothing. It is a precious gift from God!
I feel disorganized and overwhelmed by the looming demands over the next months, but I have faith that God will work it all out. And we'll get through it with joy.