tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378177042011-04-21T13:33:08.870-06:00To take the things of life that occur everyday and realize that they are simple reflections of who God is.Lesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766910569854151709noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-36632966276251849552008-02-10T07:37:00.002-07:002008-02-10T07:53:38.560-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that Michael and I are located along the path of the robin's migration path north and south. I remember last fall, we would have 30-40 birds in our yard at one time. Now, they must be on their way back north as there have been so many male robins finding goodies in our front yard for the past week or so. It is lots of fun to sit and watch them as they take a break

Lesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766910569854151709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-80913070134755098982008-01-25T12:07:00.000-07:002008-01-25T12:32:30.867-07:00

This morning came as such a shock to both Michael and I. The buyer for our house has backed out of our deal. So many questions, so few answers. So, back to the waiting. It seems as though everything is unknown now. Not just a few things, but everything.

Lesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766910569854151709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-17199162991957385492008-01-22T13:21:00.000-07:002008-01-22T13:38:41.343-07:00

Waiting is hard. To anticipate something that doesn't seem to happen quickly enough. This is where I find myself today. Waiting. Time seems to be dragging. We are waiting for the closing on our house in order to pack up and move. Perhaps we will know more information tomorrow on that. We are also waiting for Thursday at noon when my mom has minor surgery on one of her tumors. Waiting.

Lesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766910569854151709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-75648019379598381552008-01-20T17:29:00.000-07:002008-01-20T18:10:07.957-07:00

This happens to be my favorite photo of my grandfather (the one on the right that is). He turns 88 in a couple of weeks. I'm sure he looks back at the 88 years and wonder where the time went. These photos were taken at my grandmother's funeral in 2006. I have a hard time believing that she has been gone that long. I love these pics because even as you can see the sadness in his eyes, there

Lesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766910569854151709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-72004966271643091972007-08-05T08:13:00.000-06:002008-01-20T17:28:57.999-07:00

Do you ever wonder, why can't I just be satisfied? I find myself in this place that doesn't even make sense. Like there is no way out. Walking around in a haze. Dreaming for something to be different or better, but wondering if that would ever happen. Several weeks ago, Michael and I came across this book again, Journey of Desire, by John Eldridge. Out of that, Michael asked me, what is

Michaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-159721203403387472007-03-06T09:05:00.000-07:002007-03-06T09:25:30.724-07:00

Growing up, I always heard that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. As I sit beside my mom's hospital bed in the ICU, it feels like the lion is roaring. Mom is fighting as hard as she can fight. Her body is getting very weak, but her spirit remains strong. In the words of my dad, we don't know what the outcome will be, but if mom walks out of this hospital, I will praise God

Michaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-1172109739624743302007-02-21T18:18:00.000-07:002007-02-21T19:02:19.646-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that in life nothing can be determined. We make choices that lead to certain consequences, and then we make other choices because of those consequences and then we make more choices. It is amazing how it was created that way. That we would/could have a choice in so many things in the world. And then there is the whole idea of love wrapped up in choices too, but

Michaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-1166315935304215162006-12-16T16:47:00.000-07:002007-02-21T18:18:21.380-07:00

So hard to believe that it has been over a month since we stayed on Lavender Hill. #3 Taybridge House was the address. It just sounds absolutely romantic. I adore the way that eveything in London sounds romantic. Like you just want to be there, spend some time wandering the streets. Our first night at Taybridge House, we sat in Jules' living space and watched the moon rise over the garden.

Michaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-1165173528339085802006-12-03T11:20:00.000-07:002006-12-03T12:18:48.356-07:00

It felt like Christmas this morning. I look out the window and it has the appearance of snow. Unfortunately, it is not going to be snowing here today. Really it is probably about 60 degrees outside, not on the verge of snow at all. This is our first Christmas season away from the snow. As with all the other changes in our lives, this is another that is going to be an adjustment. It's been

Michaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37817704.post-1164733466035613462006-11-28T10:01:00.000-07:002008-01-20T15:54:14.992-07:00

These are my dogs Max & Maggie. Oh, if I could even begin to explain what God has taught me through these two crazies. So much grace, so much love. Who would have ever thought that I would become a dog person. Well, it has happened. Max and Maggie have waltzed into our lives and changed so many things.

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