Eye Liner!

The Lord Promises to beautify the meek with salvation!

As I attempt to make myself presentable to my public. So as not to look like I was awake all night, I cover the circles of age and the darkness of the circles with a color.  May this be paling in the light of the beauty of the salvation that was purchased for my soul, by the crimson flow of my Savior.  He has made me glad.  He has made me trust Him to beautify my soul as I am trusting this pencil to beautify my eyes. 

Thank you for full and free access to the beauty of my beautiful Savior.  May my soul's eyes see the truth more clearly on this your day and Glorify you with the children of God all over the world and the Saints in Glory!  May I see the truth of the Angels and Saints winning the victory On Earth as it is in Heaven.  For the Glory of God in the Lord Jesus Christ and for the benefit of His Church! Amen

Eye Shadow?

  Hebrews 10:1 

For the law having a shadow of good things to come, and not the very image of the things, can never with those sacrifices which they offered year by year continually make the comers thereunto perfect.

Of what use, Cosmetic

Eye Shadow

Turn my eyes upon your law, Oh God!  It is a shadow of the good things to come and not the image of the things.

We would seek the showers of blessing from attempted obedience to you~

You are faithful and we have fallen again and again from the purposes that you have had for us.  And yet your mercy is there and free for us to receive.  The beauty and purpose of the law being on the outside of the real, may we see in truth the purpose of the real relationship that you sought to draw us into.  We seek to be truly attached to the vine and not deceived by our own impulses or by other peoples schemes.  May we see and give to God the glory of the reality of loving Him and serving Him in truth!  

Christ’s sacrifice has given us the means to truly know and Love God and the world with our might.  Strengthen us for that purpose, Oh God.

For the good of your church and for the good of the world that we live in.  In Jesus’ Strong Name, Amen

His Wings

The Hacker's Revenge!

The problem of crying?

Victory in the cry?

Defeat in the cry?

I was enamored by a youngster who held in every tear of her cry, until the last point in the match, last year.  I identified with her at each point in the match apart from the tears, the winning and the humility.  YOU have so much to be proud of!  Naomi got that from her win last year.  I do hope she has a chance to replay that match with a successful defeat.  

We who know the sport, know that she played phenomenal tennis.  She played the game that we all have been trying to figure out against the giant woman, who has dominated with her great game for a generation.  we love her, also, but we have said what would I have done to try to beat her.

Ruth used to say everyday “Youth is wasted on the young!”   She was saying if I had your game today, this is what I would have done to beat that giant.  It didn’t sound like that to us as youngsters.  It sounded like I did what you do much better than you do.  I hope that is not how I sound.  Nevertheless the hindsight that is 20/20 when applied to racquet in hand prevailed last year and the temper tantrum that Serena played out on the court brought a torrent of tears that are incomparable to the tears that her 15 year old opponent cried this year at the OPEN.  

My life was changed at that match!  I saw the combination of cultures cutting through the dominions that have crushed us for generations.  I could hear Bud Collins dissecting the cultures of that dear child and showing me the Japanese, Haitian, African/American parts of her emotional composure in that amazing match.  It was a monster that brought out the infant temper tantrum in the Queen of the Courts.  I haven’t come to that maturity to have a tantrum when I am afraid of a monstrous ability.  

We have seen many of the DNA combinations working to the best of their ability on the tangles of the game of tennis to come to a victorious end in a fortnight.  It engages us.  It challenges us.  It convicts us. 

Why can’t you overcome your life challenges in a lifetime, like she does in a fortnight?  That is the question that we ask ourselves, at these matches, when we give ourselves the privilege to watch it.

Bud used to give us a good expression of our griefs at not having the opportunity to do what these superhumans do.  He said as a Hacker you can do what you can do to feel the thrill of overcoming.  He used to go under the hood and show us some of the underworkings of the skills that we were observing.  50 years of playing and changing with the game gives you a birds eye view of the mechanics of the sport.  He held our hands through these matches.  He knew how to unnerve the victor to look for the enemy coming over the next hill and he could comfort the victim with a challenge to ie. lose the weight or grow in the game to become the victor that he knew that they could be.  I miss him much.   But I am afraid of this politically correct generation who can’t see the dynamic of culture and advancement that is built into the psyche of every person and show us how to inculcate it into our own games.

{He said, pretend you are a conquistador, like RAFA and go on the court.  See if it doesn’t  take your game up a notch!}  That is not racism!  That is owning up to the reality of the racial realities that we can all take hold of on the courts, if not in other portions of our lives.  Thanks Bud!

is the sky unfolding? How can we know if our eyes are on our devices?

Joshy the last day!

The habit of crying and the habit of not crying?

Why do they get away with it, I wonder.   Tears have hardly been my habit until Grandma passed away.  Hardly ever did something make me want people to see me cry.   If I cry it is by accident.  I Remember the subway on the way to Birthday House, somebody was taking my mothers full attention.  Why?  On the plane to Aunt Dorothy all the way there,  she cried and life had to stop for the criers. My mom made it everybody’s responsibility to help the cryers.  I felt responsible to help the cryer at that moment.  Even when it was my tragedy, it became a problem to be crying unless I was helping those who were crying for me.  No!  Take care of yourself at that moment.  Let others care for you and you learn to care for you until you are strong again.  

Maybe if you cry in infancy, out loud, you learn how to use the tears.  Cryers sometimes talk about crying to emphasize a point to certain people.  I don’t think it’s fair to use tears for effect.  That is just my opinion.  Tears should be an expression and not a manipulation tactic.  I cried about Grandma and getting kicked out for about 10 years.  Trying to grow up to a new life without my one human confidante.  Thirty made me a bit stronger and hubby was shocked that the crying had stopped.  Forty seemed to grow a bit of questioning and discussion about topics.  Walker men have a male dominant bent and I wasn’t averse to that.  But sometimes people ask you to make the decision when they don’t want to face the consequences.  I will take responsibility, but not only on the tough decisions,  I would like some easy good decisions to answer for also.

Private crying is not so bad, I think. Daycare makes normal interactions a public thing.  Some people cry it out, everything.  Some people punch it out and some talk it out.  Daycare doesn’t facilitate long working out of behaviors, good or bad.  Nothing is sharpened to its full potential. 

Josh’s wanted to leave something that he had built, here in his last day and knowing that he wasn’t coming back.  Let me leave one perfectly crafted Lego building for the future to know that I was here.  I guess that is a great, though very hard lesson, “very few people will remember that you were here” .  Even the buildings we make are Lego.  Somebody will take those Legos and make something else that they like.  All you really have are the lessons learned and the loves acquired.

We Shall Overcome!  A troop indeed cometh! And God will overwhelm us with His Amazing Grace to allow us to overcome!

Into the Fog!!! Off to Chowan

My Father Used to say "Onward and Upward!" on occasions such as these.    It is the most foggy day and remind me to tell you the significance of that!

I am launching the baby daughter off to her first gainfully employed position.  We are off again to Chowan.  Arguments about custody of my favorite racquet are the wonder of having a crazy family.

I am exuberant and overpacked and Ev is ringing the bells and even the bees and the cows are crying that Evie is leaving us.

Hopefullly we will also get to visit Mebane.   Pray for me today!  I love this season of motherhood!  I love this season of conflict resolution. 

Lets get together!  Breaking down the generation gap!

Missing my babies at the daycare?

The Misery Loves Company, methods of child-rearing—

How swaddling improves the condition of the minds of infants?

1. gives them a sense of care and safety
2. continues the sense of security
3. improves the remembrance of things that were learned in the womb
4. links present memories to prenatal memories
5. engages the mind and prevents the PTSD that the birth process begins
6. the memories of loving care or simulated loving care helps retain the memories of that time period.

Retention of the information introduced in infancy—

1. Nursery Rhymes and the rapture
2. Cultural connectors
3. Spiritual connectors
4. Beginning the process of ethical reflexes
5. Beginning the process of word decoding
6. context cues and the building of culture

Education non toy playtimes

Slavery’s impact on our child rearing

Recovering from the misdeeds of Dr. Spock

Hormone impulses in Child care and simulated love expressions

The Village of People and the village of Orcs

chapter 3: Pilgrim's Arrest!

The Children came out to greet all of the visitors to their city with a welcome song.

Pilgrim was taken aback at the protections that he was seeing in this city.  The song the children were singing was drowned out by the many questions that were raised by the beauty of this fair and God glorifying city.  Did God Call us to lay down such extravagant dwellings upon this earth? etc., Etc.

Pilgrim was taken into a room with a round table and asked many questions about where he had come from.

Elder 1.  From where have you come?

Pilgrim.  I have been escaping from the city of Destruction.  God is going to destroy the city and I have considered it a calling to leave that city and seek a city whose builder and maker is God.

Elder 2.  Were you the only person convinced of this in your city?

Pilgrim.  I considered not whether there were any others.  I heard the fire alarm in my soul and set out to find a place for my soul to hide.

Elder 3.  Have you other family?

Pilgrim.   I have a wife and four boys, who declined to come with me and thought my assertion an act of madness.  I had to leave them there in the city.

Elder 4.  Is the city still standing?  

Pilgrim.   As far as I know I haven’t seen any flames coming over the horizon since my escape.  Nor have I heard word of any complete destruction, through hearsay.

Elder 5  Have you any word about how your family fares after your abandonment?

Pilgrim.  I had all that I could do to but concern myself with my own soul’s condition.  I had lain that care upon my Lord and trust that He will convince them ere’ long.

Elder 6.   I suggest we arrest this man.  He is clearly in violation of 1 Timothy 5:8 and I say we must hold him accountable, until we should see that he takes on his responsibility.

Cuffs were placed upon Christian and He was taken into the dungeon of deplorability…

The Children came out to greet all of the visitors to their city with a welcome song.

Pilgrim was taken aback at the protections that he was seeing in this city.  The song the children were singing was drowned out by the many questions that were raised by the beauty of this fair and God glorifying city.  Did God Call us to lay down such extravagant dwellings upon this earth? etc., Etc.

Pilgrim was taken into a room with a round table and asked many questions about where he had come from.

When Morning Gilded the Sky...

 When morning gilds the sky, 

our hearts awaking cry: 

May Jesus Christ be praised! 

in all our work and prayer 

we ask his loving care: 

May Jesus Christ be praised! 

“God Exalts His Word Above All His Name” was the hymn that the Christian city sang in unison, committing their safety to the Lord before they opened the gates to the city in the morning.

A guard came out to Christian and lifted him from his rock-pillow to his feet.  Friend or Foe?” He questioned.  I am foe to none, was the swift response of Christian to the inquisition.

Do you know the one, whom to know is life eternal?  I do and I have fled the city of destruction and laid my burdens down and have been on the way of life for years and years, but the songs that I have heard coming out of your city are causing questions to rise in my soul.  Have we a hope of seeking and seeing a city of life on this side of the River Jordan?

Let me bring you into the city and we will share meals and comforts with you.  You have many questions which cannot be answered in a moment.  We must use care that we do not endanger the city of life, by our careless banter out in the open areas.  the enemy of our souls lurks as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour and our city is a place of solace and peace and protection, especially for our women and little ones.  Come and we will share what we have with you, should you wish to stay you may and should you have more excursions to complete we will comfort you and send you hence.