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"If you don't feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God,  it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied.  It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world.  Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great."  ~ John Piper Compelled to slow things down again, I have eagerly anticipated Lent this year. In preparation

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January 23 - 3 gifts found in Christ #1448. "For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory." 2 Corinthians 1:20 #1449. The Yes of His forgiveness. {Amen} #1450. The Yes of His perseverance. {Amen} January 24 - 3 things blue #1451. Blue mountain. #1452. Blue clouds. #1453. Blue morning. January 25 - one

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(what's gotten into me this week with the blog posting?) Although I've enjoyed lurking through the Five Minute Friday posts on the Gypsy Mama's blog, I've never been compelled to chime in until today. Oh Lord, help me to see ALL people how You do…tenderly. Five minutes in 5...4...3...2...1... GO Relatively new to Twitter, I've already "blocked" several gals because it was clear they were

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The Pulley When God at first made man, Having a glasse of blessings standing by; Let us (said he) poure on him all we can: Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beautie flow’d, then wisdome, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottome lay. For if I

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It's my pleasure to announce that Constitution Girl will be the recipient of the CD Hymns and Sacred Songs by Leigh Nash! Congratulations! And this is a lesson to me not to be shy about entering for giveaways on blogs with which I'm unfamiliar. Love it! Once you email me your name, address and telephone number, Amazon will ship the CD to you in a whopping TWO days! May the LORD, by His

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O Holy Father, you are higher than the heavens, and holy beyond comprehension. Utter heartbreak surrounds my soul as I weep for the wretch that I am, saddened beyond words by the chasm that just one sin creates between us and how I can't help but widen that chasm with more unfaithfulness. My mind gets twisted every which way by thoughts, hormones, emotions. And to be a woman, strong and sure yet

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Today is my birthday, and I'm taken over with joy about all the people in my life there are to love. And I never would have imagined a day when I could get on the computer on a thing called Facebook and find over 80 friends I've known and loved over the years taking the time to wish me a happy birthday. Who cares if it's because my name pops up in the right-hand corner of their screen and that

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January 9 - a gift in your hand, a gift you walked by, a gift you sat with #1406. Fingers intertwined. #1407. His well-made bed. He's four. #1408. My husband during the football game tonight and giggling with him about hearing enough about honey badgers and how the Bama player after the game said that his team "out physicaled" their opponent. As in, "They're a physical team, but we out

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Beginning anew for another thousand in 2012...I saw the dare and took the bait because I can't resist a good dare! Ha! No really, counting the ways the LORD has graced my life only leads to more and more seeing of His mercies. It's a lovely, God-honoring habit. I like this new dare because of the challenge to seek in places we might not otherwise look. May those of us who enjoy naming our

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The words I read in Joshua 7 made me shudder this morning. God had just made the walls of Jericho tumble, and told the Israelites to plunder the city, and completely destroy everything He had devoted to destruction, which was every person, every animal and every possession, except the silver and gold and vessels of bronze and iron which were to be devoted for the treasury in the house of the LORD

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He loves Thee too littlewho loves anything together with Theewhich he loves not for Thy sake.St. Augustine 2011 was a difficult year. Dear Husband was laid off his job in January, and watching your husband search for a job to provide for his family is a humbling and heart wrenching experience, and leaves a wife feeling helpless when all she wants to do is help. By God's grace and provision, he

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Merry Christmas! May your season be filled with JOY  as you celebrate EMMANUEL. May you laugh with your family - a lot. May you feast on the WONDER of the  multitude of heavenly host praising God: "Glory to God in the highest,  and on earth peace  among those with whom he is pleased!" Luke 2:14 May your eyes overflow with tears of thankfulness as you worship and praise the

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#1355. When Sweet Girl first wakes in the morning and cuddles close with me when she finds me on the reading couch. #1356. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes I still need help interpreting what Little Man has said. Oh these are sweet days. #1357. Dear Husband's heart for the poorest of the poor. He sees a need, whether on the way home from work or broadcasted from a foreign land, and he is

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"Have you entered the storehouses of snow?" Job 38:22a Just something about snow that gets this family all giddy. We have always enjoyed it to the fullest - never begrudged it, not once. Partly because we're from Texas (where it's scarce), but partly because once upon a time ago, Dear Husband worked as the CEO of a hospice group and was told a touching and tearful story of a woman's

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Alrighty. A sweet, sweet friend all the way up there in Canada got me to thinking about my decision a little more, and I've decided to undelete the blog. Did you know you have 90 days to undelete your blog? Did you know you can undelete? I don't know when I'll return with anything worthwhile to post. But for now, and for several reasons, one of which is to preserve my gratitude list and a few

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In all toil there is profit, but mere talk tends only to poverty. Proverbs 14:23 It's done. It's time. And because I like to tease about my OCD tendencies, I'm going to add a few more gratitudes to my list so to fill up space for the rest of this Thanksgiving week. Oh, I'm not cynical at all. Sooooo glad to have gotten back into the daily habit of purposefully listing my thanks. I have

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#1334. Thankful tonight for two sweet children who both claim to be scared so they can get out of bed and come upstairs and watch an episode of Little Bear.

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#1332. A quiet evening and Chick-Fil-A for supper. #1333. A bit of time at the salon. Haircut and a little color is a HUGE luxury, and I don't dare take it for granted. I'm not one of those who goes for mani/pedi's. I've had two manicures, one pedicure. Both were overrated in my opinion. I can save money, do my own toenails and still feel like I look every bit as nice for my husband. But I do

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#1328. Apparently I had planned for us to take off school all next week! Forgot that I had done that and it was a nice discovery! #1329. The fun and laughter shared with so many precious girlfriends on Facebook today. This was my status update as I got ready for the day: "I've reached the age when make up is less about enhancement and more about preventing people from asking if I'm ill." It was

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#1323. A roof to sleep under. #1324. A bed to sleep on. #1325. Clothing. #1326. Water. #1327. Food in the fridge.

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#1315. Spiritual lessons from a pinto bean and kiddos who can't decide if their mama is really cool or really nuts. #1316. Dear Husband's sense of humor. #1317. SUCH a great sermon from John Piper! "I will go to God, my exceeding JOY!" #1318. I planned our school so we could take the entire week off for Thanksgiving! And tomorrow is our Friday! #1319. Homeschooling! We felt the Lord call us

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#1312. Thankful for my brother-in-law and how he uses the mind and intelligence that the Lord gave him to help others. I've had some issues with severe neck pain lately, and he was not only able to diagnose the problem over the phone, he gave me PT assignments to get me on the road to healing. Thank you, Mike! #1313. Dancing to loud music in the afternoon with my kiddos. #1314. Laughter, and

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#1311. So thankful that God saw fit for me to be Zoe Grace's mama. She was worth the 12-year wait. The Lord's timing is PERFECT!

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Today I woke up dizzy and nauseous, so I didn't make it to church with the rest of the family. Been laid out all day. HOWEVER, I was able to read an excellent book from cover to cover. No big accomplishment, it's a short book and I'm a slow reader. But Humility: True Greatness, by C.J. Mahaney was a timely read for me, because the Lord in His mercy has convicted me lately of my sinful pride.

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#1309. So thankful for my son and all things little BOY! He doesn't sit still, has no regard for how nasty and dirty he gets after playing outside, and he treats his mama like a queen.

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#1303. Laughter - oh that the Lord saw fit to bless us with good belly laughs! #1304. A husband who puts the dishes away if I haven't gotten to it yet - without my having to ask him. #1305. A little boy who chases me down the hall and grabs me around the legs saying, "I just want one more hug of you!" #1306. A daughter who enjoys our fellowship together as we fold laundry. #1307. The men and

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#1302. Friends. God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.

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#1296. Quick prayer from a friend (who drops what she's doing to comfort me) when the tears begin to puddle. I love her. #1297. Sleep. And how God tends to heal once I finally rest in Him. #1298. Grace abundant in the morning when the heart was saddened just eight hours before. #1299. A quick and good kick in the pants with some good, godly instruction in parenting. #1300. Overcoming the

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#1295. Praising God for clear MRI results despite fear of still not knowing what is wrong. I know fear is not of the Lord, so I'm choosing to praise Him no matter how the devil attacks. "Every fear; has no place; at the sound of your great name The enemy; he has to leave; at the sound of your great name Jesus, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us, Son of God and Man You are high and

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#1284. Migraine medication that works so I could enjoy lunch with some new friends. #1285. Those new friends thought I was in my 20's! (I asked them if we can meet again for lunch next week!) #1286. Knowing that my overly-emotional, brink-of-tears, spacey and scattered mind is due to that medication. #1287. Making extra sure my children know their mama is alright, just fine, and blessed.

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They read from the book, from the Law of God, clearly, and they gave the sense, so that the people understood the reading. And Nehemiah, who was the governor, and Ezra the priest and scribe, and the Levites who taught the people said to all the people, "This day is holy to the LORD your God; do not mourn or weep." For all the people wept as they heard the words of the Law. Then he said to them,

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#1260. Sermons that make me have to use all the restraint I possess to not holler out an AMEN after every other point. I think I'd do well in a charismatic environment. *wink* #1261. A soft heart (by His grace), one that makes me cry as I sing to God every. single. Lord's Day. #1262. My dear husband is not embarrassed by my leaky eyes in public. #1263. Those extraordinary long and rich

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#1257. I am thankful today for the *ACU* body of Christ. How quickly news spreads to those connected and the automatic response of everyone is to mourn and weep and drop to their knees and lift up the suffering, the mourning, the weeping. #1258. This timely word about suffering and God's purposes. So thankful for the body of Christ, both in local churches and how it stretches across miles,

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#1254. A mom's night out at Starbucks and enjoying closing down the joint with a gal I've met once, and two others I hadn't met before. Three hours + a grande decaf Salted Caramel Mocha + sisters in Christ = a blessed evening. #1255. Reading books with my children that I missed in my childhood. #1256. The heavens this morning.

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#1248. Radiant floor heating. #1249. A GREAT deal buying some new clothes at Ann Taylor Loft with the combination of sale prices, combinable coupons, a return and a "reward" card. It turned $198 into $60 in almost the blink of an eye! #1250. Lunch with a precious friend. #1251. The indoor playground at Chick-Fil-A. #1252. Anticipation of meeting some gals from my new church for coffee tonight

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#1243. I am thankful for hair like a sponge that takes an extraordinary amount of time to blow dry and behemoth loads of laundry to fold because both afford me good long chunks of time to listen online to teachings from the likes of John Piper, RC Sproul, David Platt. #1244. How my daughter cuddles close right next to me when we sit on the couch for reading time. #1245. How my son cuddles

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To quote a favorite from G.K. Chesterton again, I plan to spend this month in poetry. I plan each day to add to my inventory of thanksgivings. I saw on Pinterest (and just successfully "pinned" it, by the way) a sign that read, "It is not happy people who are thankful, it is thankful people who are happy." I'd have to agree. So this month, I plan to be thankful "out loud" all month. "The

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It's been five months (to the day) since my last post and I don't really have a plan to return here on a regular basis, but the winds are changing and winter is coming and only the Lord knows what I'm going to do with this little spot on the web in the future. But today I have so many things that I am thankful for that I can't not write some of them down. God's mercies are abundant and too many

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-141 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather

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While there have been far more blessings than what I've physically numbered, I'm finally sitting down to add numbers to the ones I've recorded (because that's how I roll - each one needs a number) and press "Publish Post" to continue making His deeds known among the peoples. This move has been trying, but without major incident. We praise God that in about two weeks time, our entire household can

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#1114.Several weeks ago during one of his sermons on Sunday, our pastor shared a story about an experience he had with a Twitter friend (I guess that's what they're called. Maybe follower - like Blogger?). Anyhooooo, he told the story in a comical way how he spotted his Twitter friend across a restaurant (I guess there is a profile photo attached to the Twitter handle), and he jumped up from his

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The Dogwood today...This is the one in which I'm thankful for being in between. But isn't every day in between? God surrounds us from the past to the future and we need not worry this day over what we shall eat or what we shall wear. In the everyday life the regular hours surround things like story books, laundry to fold, deciding what to do with that 97% lean ground beef tonight (tacos, of

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We awoke the other morning after a night of thunderstorms, high winds and heavy, heavy rains to see our back porch covered in leaves...and these itty bitty things I couldn't identify right away. It was only after I made it outside with the blower in the early evening to clean up the mess that I looked up to discover the source of it. Just like that, Spring busts out of its brittle, winter

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#1046. Children who didn't wait for their daddy to get out of the car to welcome him home.#1047. Trees beginning to bud a colorful display!#1048. Green grass pushing up through a brown winter carpet.#1049. Opportunity upon opportunity for Dear Husband...and the irony of timing and how the timeless God is working these out.#1050. Praying for clarity and receiving more to muddle through. Maybe it's

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#1022. Friends who encourage me with their kindness, then back it up with prayer. That's true encouragement right there.#1023. Waiting. It IS possible to keep on keepin' on even when wondering if something completely different might be just around the corner.#1024. It only took two comments from Sweet Girl that it hurt a little bit to swallow for me follow my gut to take a peek at her throat.

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#1002. A three-year-old boy falling asleep in my arms. a.k.a. A taste of heaven.#1003. Getting my puppy dog fix at my girlfriend's house. I LOVE that dog!!!#1004. Coming home from a play date to discover a bouquet of flowers on the counter.#1005. Getting all the laundry done and put away before leaving town.#1006. 24 hours with my longest girlfriend in Dallas for our 40th birthday!#1007. Getting

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How fitting. I've shamelessly crunched these blessings over the last week to post today, because TODAY is my anniversary. One year ago today I began the numbering, and this discipline seems to have filled (repaired, restored, redeemed, renewed) a huge part of me that's been near empty all my life, and I wasn't even aware. While I've always been quite the optimist/glass-is-half-full kind of gal,

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#902. Open windows and doors at the end of January because the weather is PERFECT.#903. No bugs coming in those open doors...because it's JANUARY!#904. Flip flops in winter.#905. Short sleeves in winter.#906. A funny article that kept me giggling as I waited in the checkout line at Wal-Mart.#907. The precious Wal-Mart cashier who bagged my groceries BEAUTIFULLY! (And yes, I told her so and

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Give praise to the LORD, proclaim his name; make known among the nations what he has done. Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always.1 Chronicles 16:8-11#881. If Little Man were not littler than Sweet Girl, one might never know that

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#871. God has a way of bringing us to our knees and comforting us, all at the same time.#872. God has a way of humbling us and giving us hope, all at the same time.#873. God has a way of stripping us of everything and giving us everything we need, all at the same time.#874. God has a way of convicting us and making us relieved to learn our place, all at the same time.#875. God has a way of

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#844. I can tell most any mama of young children that I'll call her when I put Little Man down for his nap, and she knows precisely when to expect my call.#845. Attempting to adopt a pup for the kiddos that wound up a foster pup. It had what we'll call "mental health issues" (a.k.a. major separation anxiety) and we were able to give it back to the breeder (and not the pound). Why am I thankful

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#800. Young children have no concept of how dusty and dirty they get during normal play.#801. Eight little princesses (and their mamas) who came over to celebrate Sweet Girl's 5th birthday. Oh that they would choose to spend this day with us during this holiday season! Brings tears of joy for such a sweet, very first birthday party for Sweet Girl. She is LOVED!#802. No matter how many times I say

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...to quiet a while.I began 2010 with lots of words, and was blessed to get a lot of them out on this here blog and even more blessed to learn that somehow God used some of my words to bless others. But to close the year, I'm heeding another call...to quiet. I hear there's a time and a season for everything under heaven.... *wink*While I love counting thanks on here, it seems good to take a break

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#766. "Jesus sought me when a stranger wandering from the throne of God. He to rescue me from danger interposed His precious blood."#767. Getting caught up on soooooo much.#768. 2 Samuel at 5:15 a.m.#769. Sweet Girl's new smile.#770. A small town Christmas parade.#771. The several friends who crossed the auditorium after Sunday's carols to giggle with us over Little Man's performance. And Sweet

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#740. A "big boy bed" for our big boy.#741. The bittersweet likelihood that I've laundered crib sheets for the last time.#742. The way he peeks his sweet face around the corner of the bathroom doorframe, looking for me earlier than he should be.#743. Making Mom's dressing recipe for Thanksgiving with Sweet Girl. It's actually Sue's recipe, the woman here on earth whom I consider my second mom. (

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#723. When Sweet Girl spontaneously sings, she belts out fun combinations of songs she knows and then inserts her own words and tunes. "Give God the glory!" is what she sang over and over while coloring while Little Man stood there to give ear to her praises. He shouted, "I LOVE that song!" and ran off singing "Give God the gloooooorrrrry!"#724. Orange#725. I didn't cry over the spilled,

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#715. The lady who slices my turkey behind the deli counter at the grocery store. She calls me, "Hun."#716. Saturday's seminar by James Allman from Dallas Theological Seminary.#717. His subsequent sermon on the Lord's Supper on Sunday.#718. Being moved to tears through the gracious enlightenment God has poured into my soul.#719. God withholds the words, preventing me to be able to fully express

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Just as I began to pour out my heart and share all the reasons combined why my heart feels heavy today (and offer thanks anyway), from the corner of my eye, I see movement on the birdfeeders. I moved them closer to the window outside the family room at the end of last week in hopes that we might get a better view of our fine feathered friends. And while the squirrels have wasted no time in

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#675. "I hope you come down to our house soon and take us to heaven with you." Part of a prayer offered from the heart of Sweet Girl.#676. The Downy Woodpecker and Red-Bellied Woodpecker, one on either side of the pine tree's trunk, even if only for those few seconds.#677. She weighs almost 40 lbs., but I still find it necessary sometimes to hold her as a baby in my arms while we enjoy a little

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#640. Chicken noodle soup.#641. Those moments when Sweet Girl looks up at me the way she does and I am completely consumed by the beauty within those big brown eyes.#642. A husband who plays "tea party" with Sweet Girl when she's really supposed to be resting.#643. We never know when Little Man is going to show up in his birthday suit.#644. Being sick over last weekend (when Dear Husband was home

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He's been sick with a nasty cold for a week now, and everything that comes out his nose is green and crusting under his little nostrils. A good blower usually, he's reluctant to try with all the goop he feels in his nose. He spiked a fever on Thursday night, and it stole what was left of his energy.The virus found my throat yesterday. Within the span of 4 hours, I went from feeling a slight

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#625. The courage to try something new, even though the attempt failed.#626. Peace.#627. Rejoicing and resting in God's all-sufficiency.#628. A new pair of blue jeans.#629. Bumble bees in the Mexican Heather.#630. Libraries.#631. A new time-saving plan for taking care of the laundry.#632. A four-year-old angel who begs to help rinse the dishes after a meal. (We'll be investing in a proper step

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#598. Sleeping on Dear Husband's pillow when he was out of town.#599. The humble reminder that the fleshly body can be so fragile, and we don't always get a warning sign.#600. How he calls me, "Sweetie."#601. The arrival of my children's Honorary Aunt from Colorado!#602. The fun anticipation of walking the pavilions in Canton with her again.#603. Remembering Mom's birthday on Sunday. She would

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We've started Kindergarten with Sweet Girl and she loves it! She looks forward to it each day and is a little disappointed that we don't do it on the weekends. We are using the My Father's World curriculum, and can I just say that it's so sweet? They encourage you to teach your children the song - one of my favorites anyway, so it was a delight!Yesterday on the way to my Tuesday Bible study we

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#576. Rain that poured so hard and fast it looked as though a white curtain shear surrounded our house.# 577. The happy realization that I can now write (and hide) real love letters to my daughter for her to find and read all by herself.#578. Dad on his first-ever cruise - Amsterdam, France, Spain, the Mediterranean!#579. Receiving text messages from him while he's way over there.#580. Wondering

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#557. The whistle of the tea kettle at about 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon.#558. Rinsing and sorting our new seashell collection.#559. That strange phenomenon of needing to clean and organize that accompanies my PMS.#560. We can't estimate an accurate time for completion of yard work in the front yard because of neighbors who stop by to say hello and talk a bit (like people in Texas do - you know

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#538. A best-ever visit and heart-to-heart with my sweet little sister.#539. Watching the cousins play, and getting them posed for a photo (or two or ten).#540. Spontaneity (a rare thing for two first-born parents! *wink*).#541. The destination of spontaneity:#542. Little ones putting all their faith into the one holding their hand. #543. Rest time under the umbrella.#544. Outrunning the waves.

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#518. Sweet naps on a Sunday afternoon.#519. A dressed bed.#520. The quiet scurry of a Monday morning.#521. A yellow ribbon tied onto Sweet Girl's ponytail.#522. An expanding crown of glory. (And the humor of taking such care to keep it colored young.)#523. Little fingerprints on the stainless.#524. Watching Mary Poppins (for the first time in years) on Friday night with the littles. Love the

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A migraine woke me this morning. Can't say how long I've been awake, but when I finally looked at the time it was 4:35. Hardly the hour I'd want to wake on a Saturday, but here I am, waiting for the migraine meds to kick in, and waiting that 30 minutes to see if this one will require the second dose. Something tells me it will.When I reached over for my iPhone to check the time, the reminder on

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#501. Sweet Girl and Little Man play together so sweetly.#502. Sweet Girl builds our city with her blocks. She starts with our house, then builds our church, then lines blocks to form the road between the two. She says her city is halfway done.#503. Little Man's tummy hurt. His solution to the problem? "Mama, hug me."#504. I was so sick on Sunday, and Dear Husband took on every single need of his

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#487. Holding a two-year-old little boy's hand as I walk through a parking lot and he jumps off curbs, hops over cracks in the pavement and leaps over unseen obstacles as we make our way to the car.#488. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious#489. Mary Poppins was right when she said that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down! A spoonful of honey is the trick that helps Sweet Girl take her

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#474. Pros & Cons to Homeschooling#475. Eat this book#476. Patience with Children#477. Geninne's Art Blog#478. Finding two scorpions in the house - dead. Our quarterly pest control service seems to work.#479. Getting Little Man to say words over and over again, because I like the way he says them.#480. The self-control to stop snacking after supper.#481. Getting myself some new Paul Frank pajamas

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#454. When Sweet Girl asks, "Mama, will you please turn on some worship music?"#455. That a 4-year-old can be so sweet to let her 2-year-old brother "win" sometimes.#456. My children aren't near the picky eaters that I was (am).#457. Family pillow fights and tickle fests.#458. Seeds Family Worship#459. Little ones who beg to help me fold the laundry.#460. We have hope because we have love by the

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#433. Walking on.#434. A husband who is caring, careful, gentle, sensitive, strong, and courageous.#435. The deep, spiritual lessons we can learn from our innocent children...if we pay attention.#436. The curious and lovely theme of rainbows - coming from several different discussions, photos and views, all clustered into just a precious few days of late. How does He do that?#437. Sunlight, just

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It's been a time. And oh my heart has some stuff going on within it that I'm not going to lay out bare on the internet. God is at work. But so is the enemy. The struggle is emotional, and physical and the intensity of fight is strong. There are places I'd rather be, things that I wish could be said, feelings I wish could be entrusted, things I wish would be healed, answers I wish would be

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#408. Getting the phone call that some dearly loved friends whom we haven't seen in 10+ years (and therefore have never met their children) would be camping near where we live. Got to spend Saturday with this precious family at the state park! This one is actually worth about 20 thanksgivings - blessed and heart-full!#409. Anticipation of good things coming.#410. Seeing problems for what they are

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#365. Healing balm for a hurting heart.#366. A husband who is the sweetest father to his children.#367. Tending to the flower bed, and seeing yet again how God illustrates physically so many spiritual truths in every day life.#368. The blue birds that frequent our bird bath.#369. Sweet Girl is now officially unafraid to go all the way under water in the swimming pool!#370. A timely and convicting

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I felt the call to homeschool when my daughter was two years old and I had no intention of considering preschool for her the following year like most of my friends. That Deuteronomy 6 passage convicted me in deeper ways than I was prepared for, so as we explored what this homeschool thing was all about, it became abundantly clear that this was God's intention for our family. Our baby girl is four

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Updated 8.10.2010...Because the Lord has convicted my heart to do so, I have removed the largest portion of this post in obedience to Him. Just because my words remained "anonymous" and void of details does not make it appropriate to share my side of a story of strife, even when I'm quite certain this post would never be read by the one who hurt me so. What remains is void of pride and full of

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#349. Last December I unintentionally eves-dropped on a conversation between two gals at Ann Taylor Loft. I was there (only slightly begrudgingly) to find myself a stocking stuffer. Little did I know that I was on a "divine appointment." The ladies I overheard talking exchanged pleasantries and then one of them said a word that caught my attention, "homeschooling." I turned around and completely

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#323. The junk email filter.#324. Lovely tea parties where my little hostess refuses to let me take a bite until after she's said the prayer. The latest menu consisted of grape soup, tortillas, Chick Fil-A chicken, and hot tea. #325. Strawberry Cream Cheese kisses.#326. Anti-lock brakes.#327. Farm and ranch stores.#328. Farm and ranch store parking lots where our Volvo SUV is absolutely dwarfed

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I've worried about my prayer life for some time now. At times it feels like all I do is ask God for things. But what could I say to Him that would be to His benefit? Isn't much of prayer asking Him something? We praise Him, but we still ask that He accept our praise. We want guidance, so we implore the Holy Spirit to lead. We need relief, so we petition Him for mercy. We want to know more about

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#305. We had to return two precious pups to their breeder because Little Man had several allergic facial skin and eye reactions over the course of last week. As his mama, I could not bear to "wait and see" if he would grow out of them and I was a nervous wreck about him giving too much love to the pups and get more hives. We made the heart-wrenching decision to take them back. I'm thankful that

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Thankful for much...it's been a busy week...and I've wanted to share more, but when free time is scarce, giving up some good "sit-down" computer time (even when I wish I didn't need to) is the easiest and best way for me to recoup time for much more important things! Nevertheless, I enjoy listing sweet blessings, lurking through some encouraging blogs on my iPhone even if it only gets to be as a

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#280. Celebrating my 5th Mother's Day! And receiving such a sweet, sweet, gift!#281. A new interest in something new (reading blogs) and a renewed interest in a old-but-forgotten thing (writing) that is also tempered with the Holy Spirit's prompting for self-control and using discernment as to when it could be part of my day. And godly new friends who I know would lend their wisdom on how they do

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Mother's Day. It's bittersweet for this mama whose mom is gone. I was her "beloved firstborn," and my daughter her first grandchild. It goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway), that our story reaches far greater depths than what I record here. She was an English teacher, and I like to think she'd be proud of my writing, even if I don't carefully choose flowery words and paint pictures with

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Today I've been inspired to join Lisa-Jo and several other ladies at her beautiful blog, The Gypsy Mama. She's invited her readers to share why moms matter, and I am thankful for the invitation to exhort one another this Mother's Day weekend. And I am thankful, so very thankful, that I not only get to share as a child, but as a mama myself, a precious few of the many, many reasons why moms

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#258. How little ones squat their bodies so close to the ground for a closer view.#259. The whole family sleeping in until 8:15 a.m. on Saturday.#260. Lysol.#261. The flat iron that redeems my hair from bedhead on those don't-wash-hair days.#262. The blue jays that finally frequent our back yard on a regular basis.#263. How Little Man says, "Kanku Mameh." (Thank you, Mommy) He is genuinely

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Oh little squirrel that visits meTo find the birdseed left for thee,I found your tail caught in the crookOf the feeder's shepherds hook.Please come back to show my eyesA severed tail wasn't your demise....................I looked out to the bird feeders this morning and saw a tuft of fur caught between where we have two shepherds hooks tied together. It was only when Dear Husband came home for

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Dear Caleb and the Entire Voskamp Family -Had I been more timely in a proper Emily-Post-sort of "thank you" for the Advent to Lent wreath you and your family made, I would not have been able to thank you also for the third way in which your mama has shared how y'all use it...in anticipation of acknowledging Christ's Ascension following Easter. The Easter season this year has been beautiful and

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"I just wanted to say, your irises are gorgeous! I look at them every time I walk or drive by and they are just so beautiful!" The woman who had stopped her car in the middle of the road when she saw me in the flower bed tending these garden beauties went into even greater depth about the colors and varieties she sees and admires in our flower bed."Well, I can't take any credit for them, they

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It was on March 12th when in our family's monthly blog chronicling the lives of our littles that I commented how Little Man's legs were just *almost* long enough to push those tricycle pedals around in full rotation. April 16th was the day that the length of his legs and the synapses in his brain met for the first time, and within minutes he was riding and steering that trike all over our back

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This is my Father's world,And to my listening ears,All nature sings and round me ringsThe music of the spheres.This is my Father's world,I rest me in the thoughtOf rocks and trees of skies and seas -His hand the wonders wrought.This is my Father's world, The birds their carols raise,The morning light, the lily white,Declare their Maker's praise.This is my Father's world,He shines in all that's

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I plugged the cable box back in, and my children have rediscovered The Backyardigans and Blue's Clues. I must admit, I kind of missed it. So far, it's different though. Their interest in the TV and all it has to offer has wained and I am so thankful for that. While they enjoyed their first viewing of their beloved Backyardigans, I thought they would be over-the-top excited to hear that theme

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The unpublished lines in between are the ones truly written...I was given the blessing on Tuesday to meditate an entire day on how our marvelous God can teach so much about cultivating a healthy spirit and how to THRIVE with life in Him as I did the hard, seasonal springtime maintenance on the lawn. Nine solid hours left my muscles quaking but my soul breathing deep. It left my mind exhausted,

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I look forward to counting the ways God has graced my life. Finding that a thankful heart does a world of healing for the one who is sometimes disgruntled by life's nuisances, I've noticed a beautiful change in attitude when I look at the day's struggles as something to be thankful for.I remember when I was in youth group as a teen, there was a certain someone who sought my attention. I wanted

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Multitude Monday had a multitude of tasks that needed to be accomplished. Most got done.Tired. But blessed...#176. We're finally in those days of the year that living outside happens more than living inside.#177. The sheer delight my Sweet Girl had when I painted her fingernails on Saturday.#178. Planting flowers!#179. Seeing the locusts again and awaiting their dusk-time songs.#180. Commercial

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"In his feet?" "Did it really hurt?" "Did he cry?" "Did he want them to take the nails back out?" "Why was the curtain in the temple ripped?" “Why did they take his clothes off him?” "What's a tomb?" "Did God have a dead body?" "Jesus did?" "And now he doesn't?" This morning at breakfast, the candle was moved forward and the flame lit. The story of Christ's crucifixion read, and my

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After a relaxing and fulfilling weekend, Monday rolls around again and the to do list lengthens and the housework continues following the two-day work hiatus. So why is it after a break that Mondays are so hard? When I was among the millions who work outside the home, Mondays were hard. It's no different now, and I wonder why. Tired defines me physically. Frustrated defines me emotionally.We

Tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034911135836542823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872750659725447389.post-2634800462282916022010-03-25T11:45:00.003-05:002010-03-25T11:48:36.483-05:00

I'm coming to terms with our hardwood floors. They are a lovely, rich color like that of a coffee bean. Translation = they show each and every speck of dust that lights upon them. And when enough dust gathers, the path in which we walk upon the floors is easily apparent and the edges of our pathways remain...dusty.I have not decided completely if I like them or not. What I mean is, I have not

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