Nine years ago today,

Death nearly invaded our bodies, Ezra and I. I saw stars. He nearly didn't see the light of day. Thanks to some quick activity and thinking of the medical people, we are both here to celebrate nine years of rebirth. It was like a saga. Pitosin, blacking out and then waking up with warm blankets over my freezing body. Questions, where is the baby? Where am I? Why aren't they bringing him? They must be notifying next of kin? Was the answer my fertile mind came up with. I am next of kin. Notify me. Where is he? I had just been to 2 funerals in a row and the one that I averted was my own and my baby's. Oh my, here he is. What a bright boy, to have smiled upon the first entrance with us. He must have had some of the same questions in his mind. He recognized us in spite of the trauma, the drugs of gas going through the bloodstream and the hullaballoo of the nursery. I waited my whole life to meet you, I tell the squirt. Nine is not much of a squirt anymore. He wants so much and he is in personality, the most like Ben of the bunch. I ran out in the rain, this morning to get the cupcakes for the class. I gave him a birthday kiss. His list of wants is through the roof. "Will it be a presentless birthday this year?" Some years it has been. I don't think so, I reply. We are grateful to have another year to reminisce of the funerals that led up to the birth that was almost a complete catastrophe. The boy who is the wonderful rounding out of our quiver. Matching couplets. And one in heaven.

Thank Heaven!

The Peace of Euclid!

Everytime I celebrate my beloved sister's birthday, I remember the love that we have. This love was nurtured through many vehicles. The pain and the exultation of the drama that was the love of little sisters. We had everybody wishing for a sisterhood like ours. I can't believe that I was 4 years old when she was born. I thought of her as a tiny baby and I thought that I was a grown person. My favorite, violent memory{and there are many} was a day that I came to Grandma Ruth's house and I saw my sweet baby sister and bent over to catch her as I had done so many times before. She came running, she was 3 or 4 and I was 7 or 8. I felt like I was very much older than her. I squatted to catch my adoring and running sister, like they do in the movies. Her fist hit me in the chest and she had run from the top of Grams steps and she knocked me to the ground with a full heavy blow of her body. She didn't even stop to see if I lived through the ordeal. She ran and hid. If it weren't for the love of math,{in God's mercy} that gave us something else to think about, other than our continuous conflicts we would have killed eachother. I know, if I had found her, after that, I would have pounded her to bits. I didn't even remember, once I had finished my math homework. The things that distract us enough not to kill eachother can be manifold. I like to thank Euclid as an aid to beat our swords to plowshears. It was true in our house, for sure. We lived to be 46 and 50 and haven't killed eachother yet. In fact, we learned to love eachother, from a distance. :)

Something is always missing. Ezra's bus schedule: Where is it?

Today it was the bus paper with the information about his bus time. That can drive a person bananas. Somebody forgot their lunch? No, it's Enoch's lunch and he hasn't got school, today. I just knew that I left it in the folder that the teacher, so nicely made up for us. It wasn't there. It wasn't in my pocketbook. Every coupon checked? What is the big deal? says my dear hearted husband. I simply don't know where it is. I know that it is bus 319. I just don't know what time. It stops in front of our house, he comforted. We can throw him on there at whatever time it stops there. I just couldn't believe that I couldn't find it. Sometimes the little things can make you turn everything upside down and miss the first day, for your tumult. Okay, I will do it your way, fly by the seat of my pants? I don't know. I don't like this bus story anyway, why don't we just drive him? No. There are buses. We will enjoy that blessed luxury. That doesn't comfort me, when I can't figure out where I put that thing. Well, I composed myself, by the time my husband left the house. I was going to do a first day of school video with the new laptop, it was a pain in the neck to get them to talk into a computer, but we did it. All in all, the bus routine went off without much of a glitch. Ethans new busstop proved an adventure for the crew. We still have a dilemma about his bus system. How will we get him to the bus everyday? We thought that problem was solved, but a new one arose. Small problems that give big headaches to an entire family system. He's going to get there, we trust. I wonder what will be missing tomorrow. This year's fourthgrade family history series, "Mu for Dummies" Chapter 1 was who is MU? Last year the cliche's of Ruth. Here's Your Hat... I love introducing Ezra to the elders that I knew.

Here and Heaven

Today was the first day that I tried to skype. How technically inept, I feel. It makes me scared though; to be so in touch with anybody on the whole earth with the touch of a button; do we lose touch with Heaven? ie. The mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won? They are happy and holy and we pray for grace that we, like them the meek and lowly on high may dwell with God. But if we are so concerned about being seen on that skype, can we still be concerned about Heaven?

The King of Love, My Shepherd is! His Goodness Faileth Never!

What a beautiful hymn of faith is the "King of Love". Taken from the many splendored 23rd Psalm. When our hearts take the time to meditate and muse on His goodness to us, we cannot help but worship. He is the King of Love, truly loving us inspite of ourselves. He is the King of Love. Magnificent in His mercy and grace. Gracious and altogether lovely. We, who know and love Him are recipients of not only the general rain {which falls on the just and on the unjust} but the presence of God with us. This is there despite the situation. That is what the beauty of the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. Who would have guessed that God was with Lazarus in his poverty? Not the believing Jews of that day. Who would have believed that when they stepped over Lazarus, they were stepping over God's presence? That is the word that convicted the believing Jews of Jesus' day. God is not only there when times are good. His presence is more valuable and sometimes can only be seen when there is a lack. He puts some in the cleft of the rock to see His magnificence in want of things. And then, He refreshes us with Himself. The rich man had the inheritance of substance, bereft of the inheritance of faith. God had sent Lazarus to prove his faith inheritance. It was not. His soul was as bereft as Lazarus' skin. Sad state of affairs for such a one. God sends these trials to prove the state of our faith. Have we substance? Let us not miss the substance of His presence, in fellowship with God in prayer and praise and in mercy shown to those in need. Help us, Dear Lord!

Praying God's comfort to the families suffering in Colorado, Today

Just a moment of anguish is breathtaking, sometimes. When one of the children forget to call and they are missing from the expected place. I pray that this time of the ultimate fear coming to pass for those parents and loved ones of the trajedy today, We pray for God to comfort their hearts and ours. I learned this little scripture song years and years ago. Many days in my tears on my pillow, far from loved ones, I sing it in my heart. The Scriptures grant the ultimate comfort, until we see our Savior face to face and the fears and problems dissolve in His presence. I am saddened today, because of this great loss and great betrayal of one to the many.

Make a wish and blow out the candles. The teen years begin!

Ethan is 13

I made an apron on Emily's machine today. Wishing to get on my old Singer working soon. Until...

I am so grateful for the beautiful machine that I have. Thank you to this nice gentleman for familiarizing me with the technicalities.

Praying you'll be slow to speak!

I prayed for my "always women", on my "PRAYDOS" run today. As I set up the photos on my circle table, remembering a godly older woman who also had one. I cleaned my room and prayed special prayers for my babies. I put an angel with a harp, to symbolize a prayer for protection wherever you go. I put a snail made by my Evva to symbolize being slow to speak, or update your status on "facebook". And I put a small jewelry box to signify your treasured status in my heart. God keep them from evil and to goodness and usefulness. Amen!