tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13610201658647509692012-02-15T08:36:26.902-08:00Mekeishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12876382897584831341noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1361020165864750969.post-52887951258112642042012-02-09T00:04:00.000-08:002012-02-09T00:04:22.643-08:00

I was just looking over the application we submitted to become staff with the University here, and I came across the question Define in your own words what a commitment to U of N Kona means to you. Here was my response:  Commitment is defined as sticking to something if it is challenging. I choose to serve with a good attitude, even if things are challenging. Even if the toilet gets stopped up

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Photo by Lily Wang Photo by Lily Wang Today there was a fire on the north side of our campus. It was so big there were helicopters running back and forth for over an hour as they dropped water to put the fire out. Our team was in a training session when they received a call about it. A few moments later, several students were on the scene as they hauled buckets of water from a nearby pool

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picture from alphamom.com During a worship time a couple weeks ago, there was a pause for us to listen to what God wanted to speak to us. I felt like God told me Stop rushing out! A few moments later, one of our students came up to me with tears in his eyes and shared a word he felt the Lord had given to him for me:  I don't know about you, but when I was younger, my mom and dad used to

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Goodness gracious. I am just not sure I'm going to be able to capture everything that goes on around here, so I'll just try to share little pieces, and hopefully they will fit together well enough to help you see the big picture of what it's like to be on campus. This is a very small thing, but I must share. There are a lot of palm trees around here, along with lovely shrubs and assorted

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When you stub your toe trying to get in the shower when your house is screaming "Neglect! Neglect! I'm suing for neglect!" when your energy runs out before the day ends when your right ear swells twice its size when your face is itchy every day for a week and you can't figure out why when your children get sick and feverish when your husband hurts his back  when your camera breaks when your roof

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Heidi Baker, a missionary from Mozambique, shared with our schools this week. One of her stories was about a cookie miracle that took place. When she was ministering in a very poor area, cookies and juice were served to the children in there, and somehow it multiplied so much that they were able to have juice and cookies for three days! How sweet of God to provide such luxuries in such an

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I just realized I haven't shared a lot about what we do every day. What DO those missionaries do when you send them off to help with a DTS? Let me give you an idea... Waking up around 6am to the sound of dishes being clanked around isn't exactly ideal - but it is a bit unavoidable when your room is stationed above the campus cafeteria. (It is not enclosed.) I guess it saves us from having to set

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 All photos taken by Lily Wang, my lovely friend...

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One of my friends shared this story and I found it to be very inspiring. This girl was diagnosed with autism as a child, but found her voice at the age of 11 when she began to communicate with others through the computer. Can you imagine? It seems this case may give us insight into others who are dealing with the same issues. *Warning... this may make you cry.  

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Just a reminder that God is all I need. His names reveal His goodness and thoughtfulness towards us.

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Be warned. This is not an inspirational post.  My heart is heavy, and it's not too clear why, just yet... except that at random times, out of nowhere, I miss my mom. She died in 2004, and yet I still have moments when I ache for her. She wasn't a perfect mom, but I know she tried her best. Quite honestly, most of my memories of her are pegged on two ends of a spectrum, with one side being

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Watch and meet the people we are working with during this school... And if you want to read more, you can check out the write up Joel gave us here...

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This is a spoken word by Jimmy Needham from his album Not Without Love.  so.good. I tried Lord I tried Lord I tried hard to be Your good little boy Chin up, head high All zeal and no joy Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus Boy, was I wrong Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong And it wasn’t long ‘til I saw my disease A life spent

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I love roses. I don’t know how to french braid hair. And that’s kind of sad to me because I have three girls. I have a lace scarf and it’s one of my favorite accessories. Pearls are a girls best friend in my book. I have pearl earrings and necklaces. My nickname was smiley when I was little. I was too shy to talk, but I always smiled. I love Anne of Green Gables. She is so wordy! My favorite

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Last week Ethan decided to get back on Facebook - mostly because we are working with a media school and a lot of information will be going through there. Anyway, I put a pic of him up and tagged it so he could use it as a profile pic and he ended up tagging the photo all over with little tags like "sexy eyes" and "nice chin hair", "super cool hair"... and on and on it went. Quite amusing, I

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Well, a couple days ago we had to move from our spacious room into a smaller one. Which was a little interesting, because they moved 6 of us to put a family of four in. Our new room is smaller, and because I didn't know we were supposed to move until the day before it happened, it was a bit of a jolt. The morning of our move, I slipped out to take a look at the place they were moving us to. I

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Alright, a friend asked if I had any recommendations for a good devotional/Bible study and I went a little long on the answer, so I thought I'd share it with you on here, as well. Here goes:   1) A classic I have read - and a cheap one to get - is Oswald Chambers My Utmost for His Highest. You can check his stuff out online if you'd like: My Utmost for His Highest. Currently I am going

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Someone showed me this video the other day and DUDE this guy can dance! crazy good. I also just discovered a guy named George Sampson, a street dancer from the UK. Ah-mazing! He tried out for Britain's Got Talent, but didn't really get anywhere with it the first year. The second time he went out for it, he ended up winning and walked away with 100,000 pounds (however much

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With a special thanks to my dear friend, Malissa Pellegrino, for catching this moment.

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It started with a picture and an umbrella on the fridge door. The race is on! The next clue was found at the pool.  This one led us to the mail area. Everyone is getting a good look at the clues... Rosalina collected umbrellas from each clue... There were a couple more clues in between... Sunny, one of our fellow staff members, joined us for the hunt! Our

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Born is the King, by Hillsong. Just lovely. And one day I'm going to throw a party with silly string and balloons. just.like.that. And Mistletoe, by Justin Bieber. I listened to these several times a day over the holidays. : )

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Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. 

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Today during our training, we were split into four groups: rappers, artists, sculptors, and drama/ skit people. We then had to create a piece to illustrate a YWAM value. I went with the rappers and put a twist on words I had sketched out before: Amazing, unchanging You are infinite and intimate And I stand in awe of the Uncreated King The God of life, love, and creativity Staring at the

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Lately I’ve been thinking about people - and why do I classify and categorize them all the time? This person is important, they do significant, big things, that person is important, but they do small things, and on and on it goes. And of course I always end up being the small person doing things that seem small and insignificant, especially compared to those who are, say fighting injustice, or

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I found this quote on a random piece of paper of mine - sorry I don't know where I read it, but it's worth sharing here:      "Discipline" is directed at the objectionable behavior, and the child will accept the consequence without resentment. "Punishment" is a response that is directed at the individual. It represents the desire of one person to hurt another; it is an expression of hostility

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This last week, my Granny sent me a poem she wrote. She is one of the few people I have a written correspondence with - you know, snail mail? Yes. it's a lovely thing. I used to think I didn't have time to write unless I could write a full page. Then I received a card from my Granny, and all it said was Thinking of you today while making spaghetti. Love you! That card made my day, and I realized

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Ethan making memories Maya, finding just the right spot for that gumdrop Gingerbread house - love the snowman! Manger scene - Jasmine, 2010 Party on the kitchen table! I love life in our home, with my little family. At any given moment, you may walk in to discover music filling the air, children playing, home-cooked food, and imaginations running wild. Stools are

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So, as we head out to serve with YWAM in Kona, I decided to sit down and write a support letter. You know, one of those meek requests for prayer, encouragement, and oh yes - money. But the money part has to be little, like this, so everyone will see how humble you are and how worthy you are to receive their support. Except it was easier for me to be utterly outrageous and I laughed so hard as I

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Birthdays are fun. Mostly. Rosalina was so tired - her party was in the afternoon - that she laid her head on the table and cried when we sang Happy Birthday to her! I think its partly because she wanted a cupcake, and I wouldn't let her eat one before we sung to her. AND when I lit the candles, they started spitting sparks. In my haste at the store, I

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So my children just finished a month of school using the Time4Learning online program. It was wonderful! They both really enjoyed their time on the computer, and learned a lot about math and reading through interactive games. Sometimes the instructions were a bit redundant - the girls got a little frustrated about how long it took for the person to explain what to do - but, I imagine it is better

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Need I say more? Here we are, less than two weeks from heading out, and I am trying to Produce! Make something! Must. get. more. supplies. Creativity is its own reward. Oh joy! I sent the silver one with a brooch to my Memaw for her 70th Birthday this last week. She liked it... and I'm guessing the others will be Christmas presents for friends and my girls.   : )

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This morning:Maya: Mom, I had a bad dream.Me: What did you dream?Maya: I dreamed of people that had no water to swim in. They had no food to eat. They had no pots to cook in... (she named a few other things)Me: What DID they have?Maya: Nothing. They didn't have anything...That is a bad dream. And I imagine it's someone's reality. Maybe mine...          Do not store up for yourselves

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A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his

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Saw this on Pinterest today and thought - Yes! Great ideas... Source: youtube.com via Rachel on Pinterest

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Jasmine is in Kindergarden. She loves to draw pictures and even tries to make cards for people by sounding the words out. But one of her favorite things to do is to dictate stories. She will draw a picture and then tell the story to Ethan or I so we can write it down on the back of the paper. When I returned from the ladies retreat this last Sunday, Ethan showed me this story that Jasmine had

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Ethan always takes the best pics of me!  Today I dolled up for a photo shoot. I took some of my art over to the General store to sell as a fundraiser for our upcoming trip, and Debbie thought it would be a good idea to make a sign to let people know - I'm local! So there you have it. That, and I stayed up till 3:30 last night making flowers and brainstorming ideas to help us raise money

Mekeishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12876382897584831341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1361020165864750969.post-68178788772757920092011-11-09T03:18:00.000-08:002011-11-09T03:18:53.119-08:00

 I just returned from a Ladies Retreat this last weekend. It was AMAZING. I met some wonderful people and enjoyed getting to spend some special time with God.  During one of the sessions, a speaker had us write a letter from God TO ourselves. I wrote one sentence. Then I went to the bathroom and cried. And cried. And cried. I was so overwhelmed by God's love and goodness it was all I could

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 It snowed yesterday. All. Day. Long. So I put some cinnamon and cloves on the stove to simmer, sliced some vegetables into the crockpot for a curry, and listened to Christmas music. Oh bliss! And I dressed Blondie for a photo shoot in the yard: On the way home from town the other day, I was singing, "He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands..."

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This woman is one of my favorite people to listen to lately. I love her style, her gentle voice, and the songs she has written. I could listen to her all day with no complaints. Well, her and Jimmy Needham - he's my other favorite person to listen to these days. Here's a beautiful song she wrote, so lovely: I've felt a little overwhelmed lately. I've been staying up way too late every

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I went to a book fair a couple weeks ago and saw a book a journalist had put together for his sons. It looked like a great find, but it was a little too much for me - considering I already had a few books in hand. Anyway, as we headed back to the house, I started thinking about the different people I consider to be heroes. And I think I could make my own Book of Heroes for my girls. I think I'll

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Found this video through a friend. She's done research on artists and the creative process and come up with some very interesting finds.

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I'm homeschooling Jasmine at home this year, but since being invited to staff the DTS in Hawaii, life has taken on a busier-than-usual tone. SO I've had a challenging time trying to sit down with Jasmine on a daily basis for schoolwork. Today, one of my friends told me about Time4Learning, an online site where little ones can learn reading, math, science, and social studies. I've been

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Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But to act, that each tomorrowFind us farther than today.Art is long, and Time is

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You +1'd this publicly. Undo "Christians don't tell lies, they just go to church and sing them" - A.W. Tozer  Now we may be getting closer to the truth...

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Maya, did you know that in Heaven there are no tears? Well, there aren't. The Bible says that God will  wipe away all tears from our eyes. With His hands? Yes... with His hands. With His peace? Yes... with His peace. Why is it that these simple conversations bring such enlightenment? I've read that verse so many times before, but never connected it to the fact that God Himself will use His

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Mom, have you ever seen a boat car? No, I don't think so. Not unless I saw it in a book somewhere. What is it? Well, when the ocean is as deep as the sky, you can float a boat car on top. And it can be all the colors of the rainbow.  -conversation with Maya Yesterday was busy... like messy busy. Rosalina found some Bisquick mix in the front room and dumped it in the carpet while she was

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So... life has been very eventful lately on the news front. Last week a friend from YWAM called me up and asked if Ethan and I would consider staffing a Discipleship Training School this winter. We prayed about it, and since the offer was in line with the direction we already felt God was leading us, we said Yes! This will be a four month commitment, with Staff Training beginning in December,

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Today the girls and I made mice out of eggs. We harvested the last of our produce from the greenhouse a couple days ago, so we had the teeniest carrots to use for tails - so funny! Jasmine used one of the carrot slices and made it into a veggie sucker. She is so creative...   Here's a few photos from Hatcher's Pass, a little stopover we made on our way back from Anchorage a couple

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Source here I laughed tonight remembering the time I wanted to use a U2 song for a worship time in Salem. My leader thought it wouldn't be appropriate (and rightly so, I suppose.) The video is very psychedelic and heavy on the guitar, but I really like the chorus: Sexy boots, get on your boots, Foxy boots. You don't know, You don't get it, do you? You don't know

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A couple pieces I'm working on to put into the Art co-op. I had a lot of fun on these... In other news, Ethan and I have been making some very big decisions lately, ones that I feel could make or break us. And maybe both at the same time. Sometimes after counting the cost of making a dream happen, I can only conclude that sometimes reality wears brass knuckles. But God is faithful. He

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Source here A couple days ago, Maya came into the kitchen while I was mixing up some dough for pizzas. When she saw what I was doing she asked if she could help. Of course I said yes. She then let out a sound that was a cross between a high pitched shriek and WOO! Then she did it again. Me:  What are you squeaking about? Maya:  I'm excited! Me:  Oh, really? What are you excited about? Maya: 

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For the last week or so during meals, every time I ask Maya what she would like to drink, she replies with, "I would like whatever you want to give me." I'm not sure why she started saying this, but it got me to thinking - she trusts me. She knows I love her and that I like to give her good things. I think this is the way we should be with God. Sometimes we don't know what is best for us, but

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A lady in our town has opened up an art co-op, so I am hoping to get some art projects together to put in her shop before the grand opening next week. I'm super excited, but my frenetic creativity is hard to tame, and I'm trying to figure out what to put in there. I will be playing music for the grand opening, and since it is a costume party of sorts (we're supposed to dress like our favorite

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Snapshots of my living room, just for fun: The artist's corner

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Start at 3:10 for How sweet it is - love that song!  performed by Jimmy Needham

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Cherry Blossoms and bluebirds  - that was my theme. Well, that and the colors pink and teal. A friend of mine made the cake, and I made bluebird necklaces for all the girls as party favors. Maya was so cute, I just loved her expression here:

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She scaled my spice rack to get up here... pretty tricky A few reasons why I love being a Mom: Maya telling me: I love you more than anyone ever loved their mom OR dad! Reading Brown Bear Brown Bear with Rosalina and kissing every time we get to the fish picture because I don't know what sound fish make and so we just make fishy lips together and kiss. Cute skirts and dolls to dress

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  The biggest and best parties are thrown in Heaven. And they are usually in honor of someone who has previously held a terrible reputation. Isn't it grand what a little honesty mixed with a lot of grace can do? Seriously - isn't that what salvation is all about? Us finally being honest with ourselves and who we really are, and God delighting in the reveal. Love covers a multitude of confessed

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I made this cute little neck warmer and needed a model for it.... so I loaded Jasmine into the van and drove to a little campground close to where we live and did a little photoshoot... so sweet, don't you think? Did you notice how often I just said the word little? I do this a lot. I get stuck on words and wear them out. Thank goodness for the thesaurus... it helps me broaden my

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Tucking the girls in last night, Maya told me - "I don't like the devil. I make mean faces at him." She then proceeded to contort her little face into different mean faces... I wanted to laugh, but I didn't.  These girls sure seem to have the facts straight. God is good, and the devil is bad. Long ago, I remember Maya saying she wouldn't give her heart to the devil, because he would just stomp on

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Homemade is best! bluebirds! my inspiration board must.have.books. Add caption

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Because I write when I feel like it, and that hasn't been very much lately.... but these are my thoughts: The world has gone mad. This threatens my personal peace factor immensely. Earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, human trafficking, the economy - it's getting rough out there.  Not to mention the fact that I'm pretty sure we have neighbors who are dealing drugs, and Ethan's job is going to end the

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Carry On by Robert William Service It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong, When you're feeling infernally mortal; When it's ten against one, and hope there is none, Buck up, little soldier, and chortle: Carry on! Carry on!

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I just watched a fascinating documentary about war photographer James Nachtwey. Here is an excerpt from something he said at the end:      "Why photograph war? Is it possible to put an end to a form of human behavior which has existed throughout history by means of photography? The proportions of that notion seem ridiculously out of balance, yet that very idea has motivated me. For me, the

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As the portrait is unconscious of the Master Artist’s touch, unaware of growing beauty, Unaware of changing much, so you have not guessed His working in your life throughout each year, have not guessed the growing beauty, have not sensed it, Mother dear. We have seen and marveled greatly at the Master Artist’s skill marveled at the lovely picture daily growing lovelier still, watched His brush

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While researching my favorite hymn, I discovered it was inspired by the scrawls of a patient in an asylum. This makes it even more beautiful to me. One day, dur­ing short in­ter­vals of in­at­ten­tion to our work, we picked up a scrap of pa­per and, seat­ed up­on an emp­ty le­mon box pushed against the wall, with a stub pen­cil, add­ed the (first) two stan­zas and chor­us of the song…

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Thank you Jesus for traveling so far You are a star in my book Just one look at your story and I'm amazed how much it took to show us your glory. You could have come to impress Could have caused great distress Could have lived just for fame (You'd have still been God, all the same) But you laid it aside, You pressed toward the prize Of a bride with star filled eyes Paradise lost - you came to

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I took the girls outside a few days ago to get pictures for family - so fun! Maya did well ... She looks so mischevious! Cheshire cat smile Until the end, when she started making faces at me: This girl is too funny! Okay, okay, I get it... you're done! And bebe Rosalina, who will be ONE next week: Oh my goodness. I do love these girls. On another topic, I

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  headband Love the Victorian girl on this one Blue & brown... so adorable I love red roses! Being crafty, mostly. That and taking care of Maya, who had to go to the doctor this week for a kidney/bladder infection. (We never really found out which it was.) Ethan took her in and I'm SO glad he did... he said he had to use a lot of force to try to keep her still

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"For all these smallnesses I thank you, Lord: Small children and small needs; small meals to cook, small talk to heed, and a small book from which to read. Small stories; small hurts to heal, small disappointments, too,as real as ours; small glories to discover in bugs, pebbles, flowers. When day is through my mind is small, my strength is gone; and as I gather each dear one I pray, "Bless

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I love to create. Seriously. Some days I don't even get to the dishes because it feels more productive to make something beautiful than to get something done that will always need to be done. I cannot do everything, so unless God decides to turn me into an octopus so I can do dishes, laundry, wipe bottoms, AND be creative at the same time - I will probably continue this way. (No flack please- I

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 Today Maya and Jasmine were pretending it was Maya's birthday already. They made soup cake. All you need to make your own soup cake: 2 Baby carrots, cut up some apple chunks Lemongrass (from my herb garden) Water Mix together and voila! Party time! Now all you need are games... I have wanted to make an apron for Maya a while now. I made one for Jasmine about a month ago, and just had not

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We had a picnic at lunch because it was so beautiful and sunny today. PB&J with homemade pink lemonade. Yum Yum!  Later, I had to run into town to pick up my Azure order, and in the few moments it took me to load the van, Jasmine tattooed Rosalina's forehead with a sticker: I took it off when we got home. She cried pretty hard,  but I distracted her by making silly sounds in the

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The ideal Me is perfect-   She ends every day with dishes cleaned and put away   No piles of laundry on the floor   Children always cleaned and fed   She reads the Bible every day   And prays and prays and prays      for her world changing friends      for her unsaved neighbors      for revival       for the flood victims in Pakistan      for the two families in Louisiana who each

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Or things like this could happen: See that stuff on the floor? That was my lunch. I gave Rosalina a leeeetle taste, then turned to grab her some food, and crash-bang-splat-  look at the mess I get to clean! Wasn't I brilliant to grab the camera so this moment could be immortalized FOREVER? I think so. This is what I may miss later... funny messes with babes who can't be scolded. I think I

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I made homemade rolls today and they were so tasty. The girls and I ate them for supper with some jam... so I came up with a little song to go with supper. lol I even started working on a dance to go with the song, but I'm way too self-conscious to post something like that up.

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Congratulations! You're not perfect! It's ridiculous to want to beperfect anyway. But then, everybody's ridiculous sometimes, exceptperfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating ordrinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiestmistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong - which means neverdoing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you're

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Bunk bed Ethan made for the girls A painting I did, along with some sweet ceiling decor Jasmine's bed (purple is her favorite color) Maya's bed under the bed play area little toys are stored in a shoe organizer  Grandma Ann made this for Jasmine

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If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less. I would do less correcting and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I'd take more hikes and fly more kites. I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play. I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars. I'd do more

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Today's creation: Chocolate chip cookies for Papa Today I: Made Chocolate chip cookies (real ones) Visited with a friend who came over Made a creamy, cheesy vegetable soup that tasted oh so delish Said farewell to our beta (he passed away in the evening) arg... Finished reading a 400 page novel I had picked up from the library yesterday. The book I read was about the power of our words.

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Today I made muffins for breakfast. The girls drew cute pictures like this one: love it love it love it and later in the day I made pink play dough. I also managed to wash all the bed linens and remake the beds before the girls went to bed. (Wow. I'm impressed by myself on that one.) Jasmine saw me praying yesterday, so she walked over to me and said, "Mom, I teached you how to pray before

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  Who believes what we've heard and seen? Who would have thought God's saving power would look like this? The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,    a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him,    nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over,    a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him

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In hindsight I realize I did some really stupid things. Most of them were very funny now looking back. The first one I can think of is peeing on an electric fence. You’re told it won’t hurt, but as soon as you do it you’re sorry. The next thing I can think of is ramping vehicles. You think it will be just like the Dukes of Hazzard... so I tried with a dirt bike and it worked, but a truck is a

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When I was six years old, a month after my birthday, my perfect child’s world was changed. My parents and I were supposed to go to a wedding. Because I knew these people so well I was excited and was quick to get ready. We got into the car my dad had borrowed from my uncle along with one of my sisters, a friend of hers, and an elderly lady from our church. All of a sudden I felt different - my

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When I taught (about the Nature and Character of God) with students in Wyoming, I asked each of the students to share a story with me - in writing - of an experience they had had with God in the past. Their responses were candid, honest, comical and heart-rending.... unforgettable. They were sharing God moments with me. The students gave me permission to share their stories, so in the next few

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I was thinking about ordering a dress for Jasmine's birthday (because we only have one store in town that has girl dresses and they are pricey) - until I realized how expensive it would be. Then I found this pattern... it was so simple I decided to make matching dresses for all three girls. So for twenty bucks, and a few hours of labor I made these adorable dresses, and a fun photo shoot

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Rosalina hanging out in our bedroom. (What a doll) Maya actually folded all these by herself... then paused to examine the owie on her finger.  What a big helper...

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Today was a good day for me... even though I wasn't able to fall asleep until 3 am. I made chocolate fudge pudding - yum - rearranged the living room, and managed to spend a little time playing on the floor with the girls... I am a blessed woman. We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.  ~Thornton Wilder Thank

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We went to the Chinese restaurant (as a family) today. The girls were very excited to try to eat with chopsticks - and they did fairly well. The lady who waited on us was the same lady who had waited on Ethan and I when we went there for Valentine's Day last month. Last time we discovered she is Mongolian, and I imagine she spends most of her time working. (Most of the workers come here because

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Thanks for praying for my brother... I finally got in touch with him last night. After a week of not being able to get through, I was relieved to find out he is doing fine. It seems  there are a few legal proceedings he's been entangled with lately, but he is doing well. (breath of relief on that one.) My girls have been sick for the last week and a half- lethargic, runny nose, coughing, no

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for my brother. He called us last week from Tennessee to say he had been fired from his job and his employer had pulled a gun on him. I've tried to call him several times this week, but there's no answer. It could be that the minutes have run out on his phone, but... I'm not sure. Please pray for God's protection and wisdom for what he should do next. Thanks.

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I asked God this evening about this season in life - motherhood. I know it’s important, but in a way I feel like my wings have been clipped. Not getting to teach or be involved (the way I want to be) with the things I know are on God’s heart. I feel like He answered me with a verse out of Genesis... Noah walked with God. No running, no flying, no fireworks... he simply walked with God on a daily

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I found this book and a couple others for a dollar at our local second-hand store. I was very excited to find it, especially after I discovered it costs around thirty dollars new. Anyway, I have been reading through, and it has a lot of great literature in it. Here is a poem by Nixon Waterman on the virtue of work: We shall do much in the years to come, But what have we

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Last month, nearly $600 extra income came in the form of food, cash, check, postal money order, and gift cards from people. I am amazed at the generosity of the people who have blessed us so much, and I am in awe at the way God has provided for us. Just a few weeks ago, Ethan’s folks came over and unloaded a truck full of groceries - complete with turkey and all sorts of goodies. Then mom

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So many moments have trickled past This hourglass is slipping fast Old trials have passed, new ones are here So much life to live in this new year I’m a mother today, only time will tell If this moment I’m living has been spent well... My days melt into one another, blending into a blur of monotonous activities that seem to have no bearing on the eternal fate of myself or anyone else. Dishes,

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How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. What great advice that is. I was standing in our living room just a few days ago, staring at all the boxes and feeling very overwhelmed at all the work to be done, when Ethan brought home two extra pairs of hands from church to help find the living room floor. After they had gone, I had a lot more motivation to clean. This is a new year with new

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