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August Dry

                                                        Warning!!!  I don't know why I felt the need to explain August and what it does to me each year.  If for nothing else, August makes one long for fall days, days that are cooler and with more color.  August tests me with its rush to finish up the summer.  I usually wax poetical trying to relieve myself of some deep inner sadness.  Realize there is truly no hidden meaning in these words that feebly explain this dry, drab month of the year.  She is bone dry in spirit; like a well that has no water.  A well that is waiting for blessed relief from feeling cracked and brittle.   It waits and hopes that once again water will flow, trickling  And gurgling and splashing with its wet noise of joy.  Why is dry sadness and wet gladness?  Why is the mountain top victory and the desert death?  Grass breaks beneath her feet, no longer green and soft.  Sunflowers hang their dried heads along the fence line, tired of shinin

A Little Bit of This and That

This is Laife's first painting.  He sat down after the trip to Seattle...we were home only an hour, and he was doing this.  He says it is ugly and can't figure out why I like it.  I'm so proud of it that I took it and hung it in our sail boat. Shaunti had a birthday that got overlooked more than usual.  I guess one should never have a birthday in August. I even bought the cake.                      We gave her some nice stuff tho...hope it helped the non party mode. Our 1st camping/sailing trip with all five of us... Shaunti fishing... Bruce took this picture and I love the way the sun shines down on my baby and the boat. Isn't she a pretty little thing? Oh, Look! Another one... Mr. Dude.  He read all. weekend. long.  I could tell he was really into the sailing thing... I woke up early and enjoyed a book, coffee and this gorgeous sunrise. His mercy is new every morning...great is His faithfulness! Herbs from the garde

A Week in Numbers

A friend once asked me, "Do you measure your success by your accomplishments?"  Well yes, I guess I do.  Because I feel at loose ends, discontent, and even ornery when I have a week of dead ends with nothing getting finished.  So anyway, for what its worth, here's our week past and it felt very successful to me... August 5 - 60 quarts green beans...50 quarts applesauce August 6 - 12 hrs of cleaning before Bruce comes home from L.A. August 7 - My baby turns 11 August 8 - 5 hrs of waiting for Pro X to match paint for my classroom...while I wait 3 loads of laundry gets washed and 3 flower beds get weeded.  Approx. 1/2 gal of paint used to touch up classroom. Enjoyed 1 cup of coffee with 2 mom and co-teacher. August 9 - 15 desks are painted white and tightened with mighty, powerful screw gun. 3 streaks of white paint in hair. 27 smears on arms and legs...not sure didn't count... Had lunch with 1 sister and 4 littles plus my 2 girls. August 10 - 15 desks


What a foreign concept waiting is...  Think about it, do you know anyone who is truly good at waiting? Waiting feels like such a waste of time, after all, we are taught to stay busy and active.  Heaven forbid if we should sit and do nothing! Yet, the Bible verses that talk about waiting don't have a lot of action taking place. Instead they all mention the purpose of waiting.  In waiting there is supposed to be joy. Imagine is not the virtue that comes to mind when I think of waiting.  Col 1:11 says we learn about God's strength and power in our lives and that we learn patience and long suffering with joy when we wait. Isaiah 40:31 Says we renew our strength, learn to fly, run like a winner, and walk like a hiker when we wait on God. James 5: 7-8 talks about the waiting on a tree to bear fruit and the early and latter rain required to make it happen best.  Apply that  to what you are waiting on; children growing up to love God or your marriage partner as you