Monday, April 28, 2008

Spring and all its GLORY




Imagine you were somewhere and you couldn't take all of this in... how much time you would spend gazing at the blue sky or at the intricacies of a small flower? How I love the new beginnings all around my house... it is like a bird sanctuary...sing on my friends. Damien and I just watched the documentary called "Expelled" with Ben Stein. It was about how very intelligent people refuse to believe in intelligent design... but if you really look closely... only the truth of God's handiwork stares back at you.

Friday, April 18, 2008

My little flower

This is my little Boop on a visit to the Chattanooga Nature Center. He becomes more precious each day as he comes into his own. It isn't hard to imagine anymore someone this small having opinions and wanting something right when they ask. What I really love is when he gets denied...the boy turns into a Cherokee indian and does this little dance like none I have ever seen and though in the moment it causes smoke to come out my ears it really makes me love him all the more.

Project

Here is my latest project for the little darlings in my life... I was trying to reproduce a story people table that I saw and though it doesn't exactly look like it somehow I hope the boys feel the love oozing out of it while they are coloring, painting, play doughing, or whatever they fancy.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Monday, April 07, 2008

Summer is on its way!!!




So I learn a few things today from my kids again...

1. Old ways are often tried and true good ways and we should stick with them

2. Simplicity is the best... I really don't think God meant for life to be this complicated, we are the ones that did that you know. I learn to keep trying to find joy in the simple things... and let them be enough.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

glorious dirt

Sleep alludes me
Movies and wine appease me temporarily
But the thought of you suffering
ultimately brings me to the end of my own remedies
down to my knees
deserving doesn’t seem to matter much now
what carries weight is the prospect of a seed emerging
through all of this dirt
bearing witness to an incomprehensible love
that refuses to be bound by what this world deems appropriate