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He Is

In flowers, Max Lucado, Simply Joyful Photos Blog Imported on January 31, 2010 at 11:35 am

And you need a God who, while so mind-numbingly mighty, can come in the soft of night and touch you with the tenderness of an April snow. You need a Yahweh. And, according to David, you have one. He is your Shepherd.
-Max Lucado


Random One Liners

In Just Rambles on January 30, 2010 at 11:21 pm

It creates a good feeling inside of me when I see talent unfolding through the early years of childhood.

Time sometimes annoys me and delights me all in the same.

People I love seem to challenge me more than anyone else in the world.

Continually having to explain thoughts, with my mouth, exhausts me.

Fingertips freeze like frostbite when trying to take pictures out the back of a school bus window, early on a Friday morning.

Exercise fills me with adrenaline, ready to leap tall buildings…maybe I should do it more often and fly away 🙂

At Random

In Frogs, Irene Peter, Just for Fun, Objects, Simply Joyful Photos Blog Imported on January 30, 2010 at 10:50 pm

Just because everything is different doesn’t mean anything has changed. ~Irene Peter

Stomping and grumping won’t get you where you want to be.

In challenges, Frustrations on January 30, 2010 at 12:42 pm

Plates full of finger food, warm cozy blankets, a good movie – yesterday was another in and out kind of day, with school and dental appt’s and running to the store. It was also a bitterly cold day.  We found a perfect solution to enjoy our evening…the boys and I…at least, we thought we did.

Last night, we cuddled up on the couches with dinner and a movie. The movie? G-Force. Two boys (the biggest and the littlest) fell asleep just before the movie ended. The biggest one hadn’t even had his after work shower yet and once he finally did wake up, he found that the cold water pipe that runs to our bathtub was frozen.

Not good. And, of course, it was someone’s fault for leaving the bathroom door shut. It had nothing to do with the fact that the wind chill’s were in double digits below zero. See, our bathroom is built upon the old back porch of the house, it was a separate part built later on…is my guess anyway. Our neighbors bathroom is not located in the same place (our houses built at the same time, by brothers). He has a back porch, but his kitchen is a part of it…not the bathroom.

Our bathroom is not well insulated really and is always cold when the winter winds blow (yes, the toilet seat is always cold). We’ve not had any trouble all winter long with the wood stove heating all parts of our house perfectly, most of the time it’s well above 75 degrees in here…even in the bathroom. Every now and then, that bathroom door gets shut – it’s a habit that we all have because the bathroom is located off of the kitchen. It happens.

I don’t know who it was that closed that door last night. Does it really matter? It wasn’t me…I was too busy cooking and feeding people, watching the movie. It wasn’t until the movie was over (about ten minutes before the biggest boy awakened) that I went to the bathroom, finding that the door had been closed and it was OH SO COLD in there.

Once the others were aware and it was time for that shower, the stomping and grumping began and the rest of us quickly scattered up the stairs. I sat here listening to, what sounded like a daddy dinosaur, opening doors and banging and tearing down walls. Oh no. My poor bathroom.

So, this morning, I have a little section of wall missing in the bathroom without cold water in the tub, still.

I heard on the radio the other day about this little town in…I think it was Montana(??) where you have to be outside of the state, coming in, to get to that little town. You couldn’t get to the town from inside the state…you had to be outside of it, in another state.

“You can’t get there from here.”

I’m sure we’ve all heard that phrase before, wondered, even, where it came from. My good guess is that it originated with that little town in that state.

Well, same thing with our water pipe. He couldn’t get there from here.

{That photo has been sitting in my archives since the day that I took it.  The boys had been digging up what they called dinosaur bones from the snow…icicles that had fallen from the roof and buried themselves in the deep snow.  They found this one and set it on the deck.  A few days later, after melting and forming, I looked out the window and saw how it so perfectly resembled a dinosaur.  Today…it perfectly fit so well with this post, I had to share it….didn’t I?}

FSO-Look Up/Look Down

In FSO-Friday Shoot Outs on January 29, 2010 at 2:51 pm

Our weather here in Vermont has been so confused this week. We’ve had warmer, almost spring like temperatures in the beginning only to find that today, we’re back down in the single digits with wind chills below zero. We’ve had, what one friend called a “snow globe” affect, where suddenly yesterday…we look out the window to find a blizzard of wind and snow all at once. There’s been tremendous winds through out the week and bouts of rain, snow, hail…with a lot of sunshine. Funny over here in our neck of the woods.

So, why am I telling you about the weather when we’re suppose to be sharing photos of up’s and down’s this week? Well, I think you can figure it out. Because the weather has been up and down all of it’s own, I won’t post photos of that. And also because the weather has been up and down, I haven’t been out and about much to grab many around the town….but I have some that might interest you:

Earlier this week, I was coming in the house from my morning run when I noticed this:

{seeping out tar like creosote from it’s edges, is our cap to the wood stove pipe}

Just this morning, I was heading out into the cold when I looked up to find two black birds, one being a crow and the other…hmmm…maybe a black bird. It interests me how they are resting together in the top of the tree…looking alike as they are:

So then, I came in the house and decided to look up and down at the knick-knack shelf my husband built into our stairway:

{where you find a few critter’s and a whole lot of dust}

{reminders of my boys…days of now and those gone by}

And then, I thought, hey – what better up and down than to shoot the stairs. Our house was built in the late 40’s. The upstairs hasn’t been redone since, I’d say, the 70’s or so…other than the cosmetics of paint and rugs. Why do I say too much…you don’t care. I suppose I feel the need to explain the seams in our ceiling and then the old paneling…but you’d probably not even have noticed if I hadn’t said something 🙂

Lastly, I couldn’t resist a bit of my quirk….I noticed as I looked “up” at the window, how I was chilled by looking at the “down” temperature:

Many events have been canceled this weekend, due to a lack of snow, chills and winds. I’m sure there are a lot of skiers unhappy about that. For us, we’re content watching the indoor basketball games, cozying up with our wood stove and one another…and soaking in that sunshine as it smiles into our window.

I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend, surrounded with goodness and light! If you’re visiting today for the first time, try popping over the the main site for Friday shoot outs. You just might find yourself contributing in the future.


And members, don’t forget to visit the McKLinky site…you can find a listing of links to all of our gang at my sidebar, too 🙂

Happy Friday all!!!

Scars Showing the Wounds of Once

In challenges, Deeper Thoughts, Frustrations, Just Rambles, My Memories on January 28, 2010 at 3:36 pm

Birds are singing outside of my window.
Cars are turning their wheels so fastly passed my home.
The wind is blowing through the trees.
My fingers are dancing upon the keyboard.

These are the sounds I can hear right now, in the outermost parts of my body. On the inside, I hear the voices from past conversations and how they affected me, how they affect my thinking of myself. I hear the sweet gentle voice of the Spirit telling me to think away from those thoughts…think ahead, listen to my Lord, to move on.

I remember when I was in the early days of teen years. I had a new job working at a local convenient store and deli. The owner’s entire family worked there, girls that were just a little younger than I. I’d had enough and wondered how I could tell him that I wouldn’t be able to work for him any more. The trouble was that I could not be in the deli and at the register at the same time. The girls would expect me to do it all, pick up the slack, be everywhere…and I couldn’t. I received a phone call one morning from this man who tells me that I’m fired…and then proceeds to explain everything I’ve done wrong while working for him; most of which was told to him by his girls, not having seen my actions for himself. He told me that I was selfish, lazy and that I’d not amount to much unless I changed my ways.

Being a wife, a mother, having a job, being a daughter and a friend finds me in need of time to myself. When I have these hours of my littlest one being in preschool, I like the house quiet, I like to be alone…I need it in order to be a better me. That conversation from my early years of growing sticks with me in these times that I have to spend taking care of myself. Oh, I fight it but it never ceases to try placing guilt on me.

There are so many people in our lives who need. Some who just want to spend time with us, share their woes to our listening ears, find the lighter side of life that we’ve found, laugh and pray together. It sounds so simple, but it isn’t always. Even Jesus became worn with all of the needs of those around him. Being a mother, the sole care person in the family, with three boys, can fill my time. I desire most of all to be the child that God has created, formed a life for. I became a wife and a mother to devote myself to them after Him. Where there is time left, I regain my strength’s and if there is much of me…I can step out beyond.

I think so often of how we are all made differently, for a purpose beyond ourselves. And how some of us are most comfortable socially, needing and wanting to be with other people all of the time. Some of us are simply not (me). Some of us are aware of God’s calling on them, how He motivates, how we shine for Him best. Some of us are not. Some have a deeper understanding of people than others and some of us do not. Some have been hurt, deeply wounded by people in their lives…well, most people have in some form or another – been harmed…have scars.

Today, I am quiet…reflecting, taking the last hours of this week that I will have to myself, for myself and not feel guilty for it.

Here, Like No Other

In Animals and Birds, Ashleigh Brilliant, Goats, Isaiah, Simply Joyful Photos Blog Imported on January 28, 2010 at 2:46 pm

“…so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting men may know there is none besides me. I am the LORD, and there is no other.” -Isaiah 45:6 NIV

With Time

In WRITING-Short Stories on January 27, 2010 at 11:52 pm

{I wrote this last week sometime…decided to keep my writing all together in one place 🙂 – Yeah…I know, don’t even say it.}

Feeling creative, I pull out all of the clay and begin forming it with loving hands.  As I mold it and position it just right, I think of what this piece of clay will become when I am finished.

As the last touch is made, I step back and realize that what I have created is an image of myself.  How did that happen?  Slowly, I bend in toward the little me and analyze it’s form.  Amazed that it could look so much life myself, I take a deep breathe.  Releasing the air from my own lungs, I notice something changing in this creation that I’ve made.  Rather than appearing as a piece of formed clay, it’s form takes on a smooth outer casing.  I wonder if it is with my own breathe that the clay did this.  I find myself breathing on it once again.

With every bit of my own breathe, this piece of creation comes to life.  With each slight warmth of air, another part of her is awakened, until she stands there on the table in front of me.  Looking into my eyes, I can’t help but feel the connection.  There’s something there, maybe a part of me…maybe my spirit released through each breathe I’ve given her.

As a daughter seeks her mother, she looks up at me as though I know what I’ve done.  What have I done?  Only time will tell.

Whizzing Through Wordless Wednesday

In My Photos, The Intuitive Writer on January 27, 2010 at 2:35 pm

I can’t completely say this is a Wordless Wednesday today because there are a few Good Words in my presentation of pictures, but I will allow the pictures to speak for themselves…..

If you really feel like you need to read something, you can always pop over to The Intuitive Writer for a short story today.

Enlighten Another

In Candles, Margaret Fuller, Simply Joyful Photos Blog Imported, Windows on January 27, 2010 at 12:31 am