My baby is a teenager! Make a wish?

First week of Senior Year over. Thank God!

I get a call from the superintendent of school, which is not that unusual for the early parts of the year. This call, however was unusual. Mr. Jolley resigned today, he said.

The Principle of the year 2016 and a transfer from Northwest Cabarrus High, couldn't handle a week with Concord? I am shocked!

All the best to him in his future pursuits, we pray. May Mr. Jolley find a good place to serve and grow. God bless the faculty and friends of the Concord High School and the IB program especially.

First day of Senior Year for my Ethan

Good Morning, Senior year for Ethan. Glasses, proper paraphernalia in your bookbag and off you go. This is the adventure, we've been waiting for! You could've picked a pair of jeans without holes, but you didn't.

"go figure"

Setting our sights for home after dropping the baby girl...

I do believe that the highway to Chowan is 5 hours of riding in the sky.  The sky comes down to meet you.  I really didn't think Mrs. Day would be on cloud duty.   My surprise was great on the way there in that she was not just on cloud duty, but she was intent on entertaining me with delightful creatures doing and dancing all around us.  She has become quite the animator, in my years of getting to know her.  She was rejoicing with me and all of the mothers who know that they may never live to see an empty nest.   Each movement in that direction is a moment of progress.

I had to giggle a few times at the allusions to the Olympics that she made.  There were creatures diving and playing sports, running, etc.  Once we got to the campus, I lost track.  The last lap around the campus before we left her was spectacular.

You could see this beautiful storm brewing in the distance.  It looked as though you could see the first half of our trip's weather pattern.  The dark, dark cloud formation looked like a little praying child in a "mea culpa" stance on the knees and the big cloud was a huge welcoming face.  They got closer and closer to each other until the forehead of the little one became one with the forehead of the big face.  The silver lining was radiant and the angel slides were coming down from the formation at regular intervals.  I remember thinking, I do hope we are not going that way.  When we got to the highway and we were certainly going that way, I was grateful for the warning from heaven.  It was beautiful, even with my heart heavy from departing from my little chick.

Ordinarily, the cows have something to say about our departure trip.  This time it was an instructional visit about how to eat and how they keep their strength up by eating every half hour or so.  I didn't hear them for my talking.   Ev told me that part.

Well, before the tempest,  I looked to the right and there was a young man whose eyes seemed aware of the danger we were entering.  He looked more fearful than I am.  It was right to be fearful.  The wind kicked up and the water sounded like it wanted to tear the roof off of the car.   We just pulled over to the shoulder, until we could see again.  We went through lesser and lesser storms until the rain and the dark clouds were behind us.  A beautiful pink and orange sunlit sky was to our right.  That is the side that reminds me of "footloose", for some reason.  It was brighter than neon and a little dark cloud pattern looked like Santa and his sleigh was in front of the curtain of neon.   I hope that means someone got saved and heaven is rejoicing greatly.

Of course, we didn't have a camera!;)

Rainbow Season...

Tim Lehaye is gone!

Not one person, with whom I disagreed , touched me more deeply than Tim Lehaye. I met him at the Olive Branch bookstore, on Long Island, a long time ago. We prayed for another brother, who was suffering at that time. I was touched by his sensitivity and realness, for being a best-selling author.

Sunday and Monday I felt something very special was happening in the kingdom of God on earth. I was not so surprised to find out that we had lost a great spiritual General and strategist for Christ. I was saddened, that I had taken his gifts and books and blessings for granted. He was truly great.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.

Someone special went to Heaven, this week. 90 years on earth was like a blink of an eye compared to the impact of this man. Much writing, many souls learning about Jesus and commitment to Christ was inspired by his mighty pen. His pen was certainly mightier at felling principalities and powers than any sword could have been. I am grateful to have met him. I am grateful to have been on earth during his stay and I look forward to many long conversations after we spend a million or so years praising and thanking God for His mighty mercies. It will be wonderful to find out how he was able to write so much. He really helped us all to number our days, so that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

What a significant day it was this week. 7-21

I am working 6 days and it is summer, so the days and nights blend together sometimes. But, I am doing fine and jumping in and out of sniffles, colds and other childhood sicknesses that are constantly trying to get me down. I much prefer running from the sniffles, while I frolic with my flock of 10 or so 2 year olds. They are a wonderment to me! We got two new infants at the daycare and they engage me, staring into the future, as I do. My tablet is broken and Evvi says "don't say tablet in front of mom" Nothing is like an i-pad. Once you start on it, no other device will do. So I am somewhat tech-free, except for an occasional blog-post.

The North Carolina sky is a tourist attraction, in itself. It looks as though they alone have a close spot of the sky to heaven. Everyday the sky is swirling and painted with nearly perfect renditions of this or that. If you take your eyes off of your device for a moment to admire the beauty of the sky, you don't have to go anywhere to see the wonder of NC. My prayer-time was especially pertinent on "ABBYday". I am still reeling from the great enjoyment of God, that I am getting, looking into His word, daily. He knows our frame, scripture says. He considers the plight of those who are trusting in Him. I am still trusting Him. It is a quiet time for me. It is a relatively tech free time. Not talking on the phone or emailing. As soon as I get my device fixed, I will be back in the threads.

God is Good!

God is so good!

My friend, the bluejay came and posed on my bird feeder!

Mrs. Walker, she chirped. It is not a song, when you are getting reproved, by the birds. It was strong and a chirp, if not a cheep. There is no food in this bird feeder. I call this false advertisement. Here I am posing and decorating your yard with my beauty and the least you could do is fill the bird feeder. I have connections and the birds will not be back, if you are as inconsiderate as I think you are. We often call you mommy, but we have changed your name, in the light of your recent unthoughtful behaviors with regards to us.

I received the reproof and I will get to the store asap!

America the Beautiful, I see God darning us as He would a sock.

Matthew 5:34 But I say unto you, Swear not at all; neither by heaven; for it is God's throne: Matthew 5:35 Nor by the earth; for it is his footstool: neither by Jerusalem; for it is the city of the great King.

God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!

...in the book LWF the chapter of Father sewing on a button makes me giggle to think about a distinguished man taking a needle to his clothes, for spite, somewhat. here is the link