Babushka fed the birds, today!

>Snow, snow, snow we rarely get it. Today was a blizzard! Woweee! The children made their snowman and snow fort. My entertainment was my birdfeeder. The snow came down profusely. Large and massive flakes, like we rarely see in this North Carolina climate. It was a sentimental snow. It only lasts a day or so here, so we drink in the delights. I went to work making the cocoa and the biscuits and the soup and let the weather do the rest. My chicken soup was simmering and I looked out and thought, perhaps the birdfeeder is empty. Even though my sparrow guests weren't complaining. I went out to check and sure enough, it was empty. The whole family stood around the window near the birdfeeder, making up stories about the interaction that we saw. Those little birdies pollywollydoodled and entertained us most of the day.

Thinking of Pete Seeger with his heavenly hammer and bell--in my imagination

What sacred fountain yonder springs Up from the throne of God, And all new cov'nant blessings brings? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

What mighty sum paid all my debt When I a bondman stood, And has my soul at freedom set? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

What stream is that which sweeps away My sins just like a flood, Nor lets one guilty blemish stay? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

What voice is that which speaks for me In heav'n's high court for good, And from the curse has made me free? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

What theme, my soul, shall best employ Thy harp before thy God, And make all heav'n to ring with joy? 'Tis Jesus' precious blood.

Pete Seeger made me laugh this morning. He said the sight is glorious in my imagination. I didn’t get a harp like you thought I got a hammer and a bell and heaven is ringing. Halleluia, what a Saviour.

And Merry Christmas Mush to Munch

Here we are at Christmastime, enjoying one another's company. We had a super time with eachother, though the pictures do not show it. We look a little tipsy and I guess we were intoxicated by eachother's comradery. I like our team!

Grateful for the blessings of 52 years.

It does seem but 52 weeks, 52 years does when it is past. Much grace and mercy spent by God on my behalf and I am eternally grateful. I am blessed. I am trusting in God's mercy for the future and I am redeemed by the blood of Jesus. I am a wife and a joyful mother of children. I am standing on the promises of Christ my Savior. I am blessed with family and friends and brethren in Christ who am more often than not, palpably aware of their continued prayer on my behalf. I am sure that when I get to Heaven the prayers for me will be what I will be pillowed on, for their magnitude. And I am all the more sure that crushing will be the load of them eternally, should I not be there, in that day. May God continue to keep me, I do pray. In Jesus' strong and mighty name. Amen

Walk in the Light of Christ at Christmastime...

Now, Thank We All Our God! Happy Thanksgiving Week.

To My Mommy

Absolutely the best mother's Day song I've heard yet. I hope you like it. Love Jayne

God is good, even in September.

Ezra is ten years old and gives us a reason to rejoice in this otherwise sad month. I miss my city, but it is probably a mercy that I am so distant from the sadness that September brings to my city. The hole in the skyline that still oozes our tears, when we remember that sad day. God bless and grow my city, comfort us in our September tears. Thank God, for October tomorrow.

It's a rainy day!!!

There will be showers of blessings? Not to miss the showers of blessings that are in the rainy days. Wet enjoyment, a chance to wear our galloshes, cute rain-gear and such as well as the opportunity to have real water on our heads, straight from the clouds. I guess I am a duck!:}

Naveem is the image of my baby sister Jackie...

We had the bassinet for her right next to dad's chair. A lot of the time there were people looking in at the baby. It seemed like forever that Jack was in the bassinet. Ms. Neusom was with us and all I can remember is being smacked for trying to touch the baby. I thought I was so grown up at 3. But my favorite memory of that little face was how she was so picky about people looking in at her in the bassinet. She cried at certain people and not at others. I did so want to spank her myself, at 3 for being so cranky. The ones like Fr. Jerry and Uncle Barry that looked in at the baby and got cried at, I felt bad for. We loved Jackie so much that we wanted to play with her. It just seemed to take too much time for her to get to be played with. When she did get big enough to play with us, she whomped us all. The most competitive of the bunch of us was clear when she ditched crocheting with us to run around Flushing Meadow with Dad, one day. I just want to smooch that little face for the good times that we had and now I would be allowed to hold her and I was smacked for trying to hold her the last time that sweet face came around. ;)