I am back in the United States for the rest of 2012 and the amount of closet clean-out, drawer straightening, and organization that is happening would boggle the most OCD of minds.
Don't EVEN try to stop me.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Black
Death has come to our hometown. A few years back, we bought Emma Watson's old place and fixed it up. Since we are all from Mayberry, we needed a place to stay when we go back.
Life will never be the same now that Andy is gone.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
this life we lead
It's been 14 months. Fourteen long, weary, battle-strewn, hot, heavy, pressure-filled months.
A lifetime. Grief, anger, pain, despair, loneliness, victory, joy, pressure, new seasons, new vistas, new dreams...death of unfulfilled goals, white flags of surrender, reality of defeat...these months have not been boring.
Fourteen months without even one day away that was not filled with ministry responsibilities.
14. Fourteen. Ten + Four. 14 x 31 = 434 days.
Even God rested for a Day after he had worked 6.
So. The Parson and I decided about 3 weeks ago to call a Halt to the Madness. All the flying and the running to and fro has netted us quite a goodly sum of Award Miles for airline travel and we could actually take off for Nepal with free tickets if we had a hankering to spend the night in Nepal.
So, we wiped the calendar clean. With bleach. And told everybody, "Don't call us, We'll call you." And secured the tickets and reserved the 4-Wheel Drive and found the perfect Hideaway House in a cool place far, far away from the Swamp.
We leave Monday morning! At 8:30 a.m.! Whoop! Don't call us, We'll call you.
Even Jesus rowed to the other side of the lake to get away from the press--the crowds--the noise that was bombarding His brain...it's Biblical, these days away. Yes, indeed.
The Phone Call came this morning. A Dear Friend of over 40 years passed away during the night. A gathering of friends and acquaintances who are not church-goers (and most of whom we have not seen for over 20 years) but have been Dear Friends for a lifetime will be gathering to celebrate her life and bid her farewell.
On Monday. At 11:00 a.m.
And they have given The Parson the Honor of Preaching her funeral.
On Monday. At 11:00 a.m.
And THAT, my dear readers, is a perfect example of this Life we Lead...
A lifetime. Grief, anger, pain, despair, loneliness, victory, joy, pressure, new seasons, new vistas, new dreams...death of unfulfilled goals, white flags of surrender, reality of defeat...these months have not been boring.
Fourteen months without even one day away that was not filled with ministry responsibilities.
14. Fourteen. Ten + Four. 14 x 31 = 434 days.
Even God rested for a Day after he had worked 6.
So. The Parson and I decided about 3 weeks ago to call a Halt to the Madness. All the flying and the running to and fro has netted us quite a goodly sum of Award Miles for airline travel and we could actually take off for Nepal with free tickets if we had a hankering to spend the night in Nepal.
So, we wiped the calendar clean. With bleach. And told everybody, "Don't call us, We'll call you." And secured the tickets and reserved the 4-Wheel Drive and found the perfect Hideaway House in a cool place far, far away from the Swamp.
We leave Monday morning! At 8:30 a.m.! Whoop! Don't call us, We'll call you.
Even Jesus rowed to the other side of the lake to get away from the press--the crowds--the noise that was bombarding His brain...it's Biblical, these days away. Yes, indeed.
The Phone Call came this morning. A Dear Friend of over 40 years passed away during the night. A gathering of friends and acquaintances who are not church-goers (and most of whom we have not seen for over 20 years) but have been Dear Friends for a lifetime will be gathering to celebrate her life and bid her farewell.
On Monday. At 11:00 a.m.
And they have given The Parson the Honor of Preaching her funeral.
On Monday. At 11:00 a.m.
And THAT, my dear readers, is a perfect example of this Life we Lead...
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
introversion at its finest...
My secret place.
If I told you where it was, I would have to kill you.
(just kidding. sort of.)
If I told you where it was, I would have to kill you.
(just kidding. sort of.)
Sunday, May 6, 2012
new life
They were brave souls.
They came, they saw, they counted the cost, they built their nest.
They taught us How it's Done.
They came, they saw, they counted the cost, they built their nest.
They taught us How it's Done.
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| AWAKE! Mama sat on the nest until they woke up. She normally then leaves to go build another nest and start another family, while Daddy stays and takes care of the babies... |
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| ...which he was very faithful to do! |
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| They were constantly hungry. Daddy made sure he fed them well... |
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| ...but Mama also stayed around and kept watch. There were a couple of big, furry animals that both Mama and Daddy decided were not welcome. There was also a human that kept taking pictures. How rude. |
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| Time to fly! I wonder if Daddy and Mama were as sad about that as I am about The Parson's Daughter who is about to fly from the Homeplace... |
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| His 3 siblings Flew and Conquered! They joined Daddy and Mama high in the trees to start their own life. But there was just something about Him that couldn't quite make it. He flew a little, but didn't have what it took to Make His Own Way. He went to be with Jesus in the nest His Mama made for him. Matthew 10:29 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. ...fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. |
Friday, April 20, 2012
conversation
Maddie (the wise one): Most definitely. I know the signs.
Roxy: She's got that look on her face...
Maddie: I saw the suitcase come out of the closet.
Roxy: Oh no! Tell me you didn't! Was it the little one or the big one?
Maddie: The big one.
Roxy: The big one! I HATE it when she drags out the big one. That means she's going to be gone at least 5 days. Maybe 6. Maybe even 2 weeks. Or MORE? This is gonna be rrruuufff!
Maddie: And she's not talking much. That means she's thinking. Which means she has a lot to do. We're in trouble.
Roxy: Stop her, you know you can, you're smart n all, you always know what to do, c'mon you have to stop her, let's chew holes in her suitcase, lay in front of the door and trip her and then she can't go, and help me, why are you just sitting there, we're gonna have to do something, we will be so alone for God only knows how long, and this just isn't right, oh somebody help...
Maddie: I have another idea. Let's just get right in front of her face and stare at her all sad-like and then maybe she will change her mind...
Parson's Wife: "Hello? Yes, I'm calling to cancel my flight..."
Friday, April 13, 2012
hacuna matata
It's really a terrible place to build a nest.
It's in the top of the ficus tree (which is not being tended and looks like it has been on a 40-day fast). The tree is on the patio, right outside the Bedroom Door. There is Coming and Going at all hours of the Day and Night because the Golden and the Schnauzer count it a badge of honor to see who can ask to get in and get out the most times in one day.
But the ficus is where Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal chose to establish the homestead.
They worked for two days on the nest. I'm assuming there is a Hotel in the pecan tree or perhaps the fig tree because I would hear them talking to each other while on Break and when they weren't working.
When the Babies come, there will need to be Much Prayer go up, because the Golden has been known to Lose her Religion and fall off the wagon when it comes to Baby Birds. They are just too much of a Temptation.
But, regardless...the Nest is there. And Mrs. Cardinal just blinks at me in a bored sort of way when I walk right up to it and stare her in the eye.
She must go to Poombah and Timone's church. And she has not yet experienced the fact that the Golden and the Schnauzer are as Roaring Lions, seeking...
But the ficus is where Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal chose to establish the homestead.
They worked for two days on the nest. I'm assuming there is a Hotel in the pecan tree or perhaps the fig tree because I would hear them talking to each other while on Break and when they weren't working.
When the Babies come, there will need to be Much Prayer go up, because the Golden has been known to Lose her Religion and fall off the wagon when it comes to Baby Birds. They are just too much of a Temptation.
But, regardless...the Nest is there. And Mrs. Cardinal just blinks at me in a bored sort of way when I walk right up to it and stare her in the eye.
She must go to Poombah and Timone's church. And she has not yet experienced the fact that the Golden and the Schnauzer are as Roaring Lions, seeking...
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
has it really been that long?
Well, my.
I have aged another year since the last post!
My dogs have aged, my kids have aged, my house has fallen into another year's disrepair, the Parson has aged...
There is another crack in the pool, and the front flower beds are looking a little seedy. The dust is in the cracks of the handles of the flower pots. Why has nobody fixed that? I sneeze when I enter the laundry room. Every time. Is there not a Cause? Does nobody care?
The furniture is even still arranged the same way! Well, that does it! That's the final straw! Something has to give!!!
The Golden speaks for us all:
I have aged another year since the last post!
My dogs have aged, my kids have aged, my house has fallen into another year's disrepair, the Parson has aged...
There is another crack in the pool, and the front flower beds are looking a little seedy. The dust is in the cracks of the handles of the flower pots. Why has nobody fixed that? I sneeze when I enter the laundry room. Every time. Is there not a Cause? Does nobody care?
The furniture is even still arranged the same way! Well, that does it! That's the final straw! Something has to give!!!
The Golden speaks for us all:
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