Monday, September 28, 2015

Thank God for redemption, bought by the perfect sacrifice of Christ.

Rejoicing in salvation, this morning! Halleluia!
Shaking off the heavy chains, Dusting off the every stain of sin.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Friday, September 18, 2015

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Gathering at the River of Forgiveness...

I like that thought. Everytime I sang that song, I thought only of the river of Heaven. The river of forgiveness makes me think of our foremothers gathering to do laundry and our laundry list in our souls needing cleansing in Christ. Halleluia what a Savior.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Monday, September 7, 2015

Covering our world with prayer.

Isn't God good? I should say He is. He is more willing to answer prayer than we are willing to pray.
Let us see the labor of prayer that so many mothers before us have covered our nation and world with. Lord, help us to follow the examples of praying mothers who have gone before us and paved our path. Laboring in prayer is a very great heritage.
Happy Labor Day!
We don't deserve all of the wonderful blessings that we have received because people have labored in prayer before us. Let us pass that down to the next generation.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Parity 9-06---32 years married and it is 9/06/15---and I am still here...God is good.

Mothers of Salem
a hymn
When mothers of Salem Their children brought to Jesus, The stern disciples drove them back And bade them to depart: But Jesus saw them ere they fled, And sweetly smiled, and kindly said, "Suffer little children to come unto Me." "For I will receive them, And fold them to My bosom: I'll be a Shepherd to those lambs, O drive them not away! For if their hearts to Me they give, They shall with Me in glory live: Suffer little children to come unto Me." How kind was our Saviour To bid those children welcome! But there are many thousands who Have never heard His Name; The Bible they have never read; They know not that the Saviour said: "Suffer little children to come unto Me." O soon may the heathen Of ev'ry tribe and nation Fulfil Thy blessed Word, and cast Their idols all away; O shine upon them from above, And show Thyself the God of love; Teach the little children to come unto Thee.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Children should be seen and not heard?

We were reared in the days when the motto "children should be seen and not heard" was just about over. It was over for the liberal and progressive parents, but my parents didn't fall into that category for some reason. SHHHHHHHHHH! was probably the command that we heard more than any other in our lives.

I think we have gone too far in the other direction and children's mouths are allowed to spout and their mouths are trained before their ears are. We miss so much when we learn to talk before we learn to listen.

The silence that was in our house was useful for the listening and the hearing skills that we now possess. maybe?

the babies in my care are just starting to babble and imitate in ununderstandable jibber-jabber. It is the most adorable thing to hear them go on and on. Last Monday, I said what happened over the weekend, guys? And Natty, who is 13 months and not usually the first to answer, went on for about a minute with some unclear jabber. It sounded, adorably like she said that she said no to her mommy. Well, I let her finish her story and the other babies looked like they knew what she said and wanted to see what I was going to say to that. I said, Oh really, which means I don't really know what you said. But I hope you didn't say that you said no to mommy and I went on to tell them how awful it is to say no to mommy for no reason. They listened to me, because I had listened to them. We have a lot of great fun in the day, for the most part. But teachable moments usually come when I have been quiet enough to listen to what they said, even when I don't understand it. That is the rapport of love that is important in growing relationships. Babies are not on social media and you can't text message them. You must listen and you must talk...

just a thought.
Emily and I in 1990

Friday, September 4, 2015

Learning to hammer out the differences..."In the Living Years" Are we listening to our children?

I think, It is not really about what you said, but what you let the children say.
"The Living Years" "Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defense Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts So don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different date And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be O.K. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye"
This morning, because I am sick and at home, we get to talk politics. My husband, my 21 year old, very opinionated son and my very opinionated self talk about fireworks of huge proportions. It is a memory. It is never going to be reconciled. It is an exercise in communication that if it is not practiced now, will never garner respect for age and youth in our future generations. We passed the first bar on this order. Hopefully, our children will do the same.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.