One week of school is behind us! Halleluia! Ezra's almost 12

Kissing the college woman; wishing her a great year for year 2.

GOD IS GOOD, even on the third day of school...

Ethan's Junior year

Summertime!

Foolish enough to still love Jesus

It was first Holy Communion for the boys yesterday! Halleluia!

Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine.

What can I do, but Praise You, Lord! When I see the beauty and the majesty of your splendor.

Monday morning, Off to work and thinking about the back to school regimen.

2 college kids in the house, one highschooler and one middleschooler, not to mention the 2 adult women who help us. We bump into eachother alot. This is the week that the crescendo happens. Somebody feels unnecessary, somebody feels trampled and the house is fed up with everybody putting their stuff, wherever they stop.

Thank God that he understands the cries and confidences of a mother who is too stupid to hold all of these responsibilities in an organized way. He has the guidance and He has the wisdom for today. He has the strength to meet the challenges of a downtrodden and discouraged teen and a confident self directed college team and a middleschooler who is shocked at the internet and trying to act like he can handle it. God, You know us. Help us and grow us into real examples of Christians in this time of life. We want to know You, here. In Jesus' Name, amen.

The Homecoming and Paddington Bear...

The garden house of my imagination. Wouldn't you love something like that?

With the ladies happily enjoying a wonderful trip to Tennessee, it allowed me a moment to watch a current or semi-current movie. I am usually scared out of my mind at these new movies with their HD quality visuals and indecent amount of violence, i.e.. Captain America and the Hobbit{LOL}. I was intending to watch Paddington, since it first came out. It took 3 tries for me to wade through it, for laughing and falling asleep.

I think it was made for me; a simple plot and limited and careful use of violent activity. Truly a G-PG rated movie and it motivated me to make jelly out of the crates of strawberries that we had in the freezer from last year. When the girls came home last night we watched it together and then took it back to the box and maybe we will buy it so I can plan out a half hour family motivational movie time for myself, from time to time.

My collards also got cooked and my carrots got juiced and I blame Paddington for those accomplishments, also. We used to sit with the girls and read Paddington as a children's book and now that we are all grown, the movie is a reminder of those delightful carefree;) days. I giggled and cheered greatly when I saw last year that Paddington was included in the Macy's Day Parade as a float. I do hope that they would consider Corduroy for another delightful bear float for the Christmas season and then maybe, I would schedule a yuletide New York visit... Dreaming again....Love you. Jayne

Celebramos el ocho del agosto?

We celebrate the 5th day of the 5th month and we celebrate many other occasions. But, for me, the 8th of August is an amazing day. My daughters are enjoying a vacation and my sisters are basking in the afterglow of the James Taylor conference.

I am cleaning my house with my delightful male companions, husband and 3 sons. It is a much quieter and solitudinous experience with them sprawled about the house on a Saturday morning. I am trying to clean around them. Enjoying the blessing of Judith McAllister's worshipful music and of course Fred Hammond, while I clean. Halleluia!

why is October the 10th month?

some people like to talk about music...

I love to talk about music. I love music. I was delighted to know end to know that Uncle Charles wanted this song sung by Ju, at his funeral. I couldn't believe that we had lived in family and never connected on that subject. I loved the remembrance of candies and whiskey and food and other family habits and enjoyments that we had. But, never music with Uncle Charles. Uncle Barry had taped the Simon and Garfunkel for me and we had always connected with music. Dad and I sat in the car and challenged one another to a name that tune on the radio at the first note of this or that song. That was our relationship. Mental challenge of listening power. The joy of silent and listening people. What do quiet people think about? We think about music. We think about what talking people say and are saying. We think about thinking and we regret not having asked the question of the quiet uncle, "What is your favorite music genre?"

All eternity is too short to give God all our praise. we will have time to reconnect in eternity, For HIS Glory!