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Liv and the kids, (Sean with his "Pinecone Lovely") and Gustafer Yellowgold

Olivia and the kids came over for a nice little visit. We enjoyed each other and the unseasonably cool air on this refreshing August evening. August weather has been like September! I do hope September weather is also like September weather should be!


Liv and Chloe

Eleanor

Sean brought a pinecone frome home. He was quite pleased with the little gem, so I couldn't resist posting "Pinecone Lovely" from Gustafer Yellowgold.


Hiding Place In the Light

While I'm on the subject ...
When God first captured my heart, I remember a friend chiding me and saying that I was only hiding in religion. I wanted to shout out, "No! I wasn’t hiding! I had been hiding and in the dark! Now I've been exposed! Yes, now Christ is my "hiding place" and He is the Light of the world!” But back then I probably gave a weak reply and may have felt misunderstood. Now every time I hear or sing songs that speak of Christ being our hiding place, I think back to that time and I am grateful that Christ is my hiding place and that hiding place is in the Light!
John 3:16-21

A Foundation that cannot fail - Augustus Toplady

Rock of Ages, cleft for me! Let me hide myself in Thee!


Augustus Toplady, was the author of the hymn "Rock of Ages"
In his farewell sermon at Blagdon he said:

"If God were to justify and save only those who are pure and upright, heaven would be empty of inhabitants. I say not this to encourage sin; but to encourage those who are grieved for their sins; who fly to the blood of the Cross for pardon, and whose prayer is that they may henceforward be renewed in the spirit of their mind and bring forth acceptable fruit unto God. Let not such be afraid to meet Him: let not such say, "How shall I stand when He appears?" For such have a Foundation to stand upon, a Foundation that cannot fail, even Jesus, the Mediator and Surety of the covenant, Christ, the Rock of Ages. He died for such. Their sins which lay like an unsurmountable impediment, or stood like a vast partition wall, and blocked up the passage to eternal life; I say He took the sins of His penitent people o…

I Can Tell You How To Get

... how to get to Reformatory Street because I lived there until I was about 5 or 6 years old.Our house sat on a wide street on a block of about 10 houses and at one end of the street was the entrance to the Reformatory. See the guard tower? The noon whistle would blow each day and it seems like each day I had to make a conscious effort to trust that the whistle was blowing because it was noon and not because a horrible prisoner had escaped and was heading my direction. Even with the perceived ever present threat of dangerthe time of my childhood living on Reformatory Street was a special time. *I remember sharing mumps and measles with my older brother (Maybe that doesn't sound so special, but our Mom knew how to make our sicknessesseem almost like a treat with all her TLC!)*I remember getting a baby brother, playing paper dolls with my neighbor, having to get my tonsils out, staying clear, but wanting to be part of the fun when my older brother and his buddies were having dirt cl…

Fascination

"Fascination" is possibly a strong word for this shell of a house, but when I see this old homestead, I imagine a home, a family, sweat of a brow, hard work, heat of the summer, relief of the autumn, simple pleasures, a mother's labor pains, a nursing baby, a father's vision, the joy of children laughing and playing contentedly without cars, computers or text messaging and I imagine all the hopes, tears, prayers and stories I'll never know. Can you enlarge the photo by clicking on it to get a better view then click the "back arrow" to return? Mike and I drove out again to take a fresh look at the possible work involved, but it was too muddy to drive through the field. This photo is from the roadside.

Swedish Hospitality and Dried Toast

Amemory I have of coming to live in my husband’s hometown is Swedish rusks. Mike, Tabitha, Olivia and I were in Lindsborg looking for a house to rent since Mike had gotten a job in Lindsborg and we were to move from Hutchinson. Mike was born and grew up primarily in Lindsborg. (I’d been to Lindsborg before I met Mike when our high school marching band had come to be part of the Hyllningsfest Parade and my friend and I were left behind in Lindsborg when we didn’t make it back to the bus on time, which is another story for another time...) One Saturday, after house searching, our family took a lunch break at the old City Bakery. Doctor and Mrs. Fuller were also there. Doc Fuller is the man who delivered Mike and was his family’s Doctor for many years. I was pleased to finally meet the man I’d heard so much about! After introductions were made, Mike had a reunion and catch-up visit and before we left we had been invited to live in their country home (built by Mike's Dad) as guests an…

Choice of Diseases

Maybe I was a morose child, but I remember playing a game called something like: "Choice of Infirmities". The players would entertain a series of questions: "Would you rather be deaf, blind or paralyzed?" The game could be magnified by combining infirmities or even adding to them. Say, blind and one-legged! Or we played with a symbolic "ace up our sleeves" that if pulled out at just the right time would "win the game" granting us our own choice of "none of the above infirmities"! Have you ever played that game? Ha! What a game! What an asinine game! To think we are omniscient to make a wise choice! I'm done playing! Or am I? There is always temptation to believe we might know something He doesn't know that He should consider before He allows anything we don't like into our lives! I remembered the game we used to play after I read this poem called, "Choice of Diseases". 
Choice of Diseases Now that I'm sick…

Here's the Thing: Strange Excitement

The FedEx truck driver stopped by and made a delivery this morning. I received my MS "drug therapy" in the mail today; a three month supply to be taken subcutaneously (as an injection) every other day. I'm not sure why I get excited as if I'd received a Christmas surprise package at my door, but I do! One of the things I remember my neurologist saying on the day I was diagnosed after I asked him if I had to use any kind of drug is, "I've been a neurologist a long time and before the drug therapies came out we treated the symptoms with steroids, then we treated the side-effects of the steroids with other drugs. It was a vicious cycle. So, no, you don't have to take any of the drug therapies, but I've seen the effects of not doing anything, and I've seen the effects of taking them and I suggest we do something." After much turmoil and many tears, I opted for a drug therapy which cost us almost $10,000 (a credit card panic) in one year and the re…

O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth!

Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens! O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth! From Psalm 8:1-9 (which begins and ends the same!)

Wine Theme: Two Hymns and an Invitation to Sing Along!

From the previous quote in the post below, I was thinking of hymns we sing with references to wine and the beauty of the words:
(I'm sure there are more I can't think of just now. Can you?)

"O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land"
(From "Immanuel's Land", words by Anne R. Cousin
We sing it to this tune. No offense to our little flock, but I don't think we sound quite like this choir...except to the ears of God!

Honestly I love the sound of the tunes sung by our church gathering!


Also- "Here, O our Lord" (words below)  sung to the tune of "Abide with Me".
We sing it a bit more upbeat, but isn't it pretty?



1 Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to face,
Here would we touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
And all our weariness upon You lean.

2 We have no help…

Lyrical

LyricalThe spaniel next door yaps at the sparrows, He yaps at the crows and the mailman, Yaps at the compost pile and the sunflower, Yaps at the rain and the sky. He yaps at the steps leading down to the creek where the flax plants bloom high as my waist and blue flowers force their way up though small stones the color of night. He yaps at the garbage truck's back-up beeper, Iron bell song of the priest and bridegroom, Song of the lone ship, song of the train, Song of the big waves rolling and breaking over the western reefs. He yaps at the rosebush, Yaps at the fence, song of the sidewalk cracked in half, The wine bottle resting against the curb, The neighbor who doesn't come home. by Joseph Millar, from Fortune (Eastern Washington University Press, 2007. ) I can thankfully say we don't have this problem. For the most part, we live in a quiet area. But I've lived in areas where a dog barks incessantly. We had a dog one time (he was our dog) that was barking up a storm so much…

Introduction to Poetry and The Effort

These poems are rather "schoolish". In July there was a touch of "Autumn back to schoolness" in the air because God was treating Kansas to some cool summer weather. I had to check the calendar to make sure it was really July!August has been feeling like summer, so now I'm really looking to Autumn again... which for many means back to school, though some public schools start in the heat of August. Crazy!
Introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slideor press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,or walk inside the poem's roomand feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterskiacross the surface of a poemwaving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.Billy Collins


The Effort
Would anyone care to join mein …

Make War- John Piper

This is a Sermon Jam and if the background music is distracting to you, either "Make War" or you can try to find it elsewhere without background music. Either way, it's a "Must Hear"!Look here if the video won't open on your computer.

I'm Just Sayin...

Coffee Shop Talk and "What's With The Size Of These Tables?" We went to a coffee shop with some friends awhile back. The coffee shop has tables that are too small unless lovers share them who don’t consider anything between them much of an obstacle to affection. To give a size comparison, think of a basketball hoop diameter. (Mike helped with that size comparison.) I suppose the thought is that the undersized tables lend themselves to intimate conversation because you must gather around closely. But that is not the effect for me. Maybe if we took table size alone into consideration we’d gather round and speak in hushed tones, but real-sized men (and women) sit at these dainty tables; folks who would like to put their elbows on the table and lean in. It’s a coffee shop for goodness sake, we should get comfortable! Some folks bring paperwork, read the newsparer, write poetry or letters, and need room to spread out. But not on these tables where there is barely room for one …

An Old Homestead and a Vision

In the middle of a milo field stands this old homestead. It's crumbling. I'm almost afraid to lean against it for fear of giving the last nudge before a collapse. But it stands strong in all the Kansas elements whether driving winds, rain, snow or summer sun. I love how the light of the setting sun and rising moon played in most of these pictures. However, this picture shows more of the true colors of the structure in plain, though glorious, daylight!Here's the story summarized and simplified: There is interest in rebuilding this farmstead and old stable (see the newly constructed sandstone arched entry to the stable) into a "Swedish Heritage Learning Center" where groups can come to hear presentations in the themes of interest concerning Swedish Settlers and Immigrants who lived in this area. As one might imagine this vision has a propensity to be cost prohibitive, but the lady with the vision (whose relatives lived in the house) has done her homework and is in t…

This Test

If we read the word of God chiefly to get comfort, We shall have but little, and that of doubtful kind. Let us put away this selfishness and use the word of God as the sword of the Spirit against the flesh in us. Would that the saints of God tried themselves by this test: "How much do I believe?" instead of "How much do I know?"Robert C. Chapman (BROTHER INDEED)

Talk To Yourself

"Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance." Psalm 42:5 “Have you realized that most of your unhappiness in life is due to the fact that you are listening to yourself instead of talking to yourself? Take those thoughts that come to you the moment you wake up in the morning. You have not originated them but they are talking to you, they bring back the problems of yesterday, etc. Somebody is talking. Who is talking to you? Your self is talking to you. Now this man’s treatment [in this psalm] was this: instead of allowing this self to talk to him, he starts talking to himself. ‘Why art thou cast down, O my soul?’ he asks. His soul had been depressing him, crushing him. So he stands up and says: ‘Self, listen for a moment, I will speak to you.’... This self of ours… has got to be handled. Do not listen to him; turn on him; speak to him; condemn him; upbraid him; exhort him; e…

Come in. Have a seat.

Come in. Sit a spell. Flock of Flamingos in Kansas! Zinnias and a Rose of Sharon surrounding a gazing ball Photos taken of my folks' shady backyard.

A Pretty Bouquet of Flowers...

from my Aunt Arlene in Ohio to my Mom in Kansas!

"Routines Form Habits"

More from: For The Children's Sake"Bad habits make slaves of those who have them. But good habits are like tracks along which our usual behavior runs. This frees us to concentrate on the important choices we have to make in life.""Routines form habits. They are frameworks we can think about. We can make priorities. Yes, going to church or reading the Bible can be decried as being just empty habits. But how helpful the habit is! Then it is the reality of what we make of what we usually do that counts."