Shilah Writes

   I remember when I cleaned other peoples houses before I was married; I wondered what kind of person would hang tacky art on their fridge.  That was before I had sweets of my own.  So glad God helps us grow up a bit...  On my fridge this week...  A picture of the kid we sponser.  An art project Shaunti did in school that say about "when God got up from the dead"   and a project miss Jody did with her students.  The hot pink paper says all kinds of nice things the class wrote about her.  They all did one for each other.    So... What's on your fridge?

Gghhhrrr!  I'm getting mad at my blogging abilities...  anyhow here is Toria in her new specs.

So, Toria has glasses "which she needed very badly" the eye doctor informed me. She is seeing things she's never noticed before. I found this old iron in perfect condition at a thrift store. My modern expensive one gave out in the middle of making curtains so I went to the thrift store and found this beauty which earlier in my life I would have turned my nose up at; but now that I'm more mature and all, it was a taker and a keeper. It works like a charm. For the first time in my life I actually enjoy ironing. Sorta. And the other photos are just shots around my house. Still trying to find the right place for groupings. Takes me awhile to figure out what goes where. things are going to evolve awhile in that department. Later...

Here's the pictures that will not be seen.  I finally get time to blog and then my computer wants to update picasa and other stuff.  I think the updates gobbled up the pictures.  Anyhow, this is my very black kitchen with the copper counter tops.  I've found that black is like white.  It shows dirt.  So I have to clean and clean and clean.  I like it though.  I finally have a dishwasher running.  Still no faucet in my sink.  Lots done in the house.... Lots not done...  we are starting to feel like we are overcoming. Shaunti's reminder to me the other day during the thick of things. "Hey Mom, did you know the Lord is your Shepherd?"  Thank God for children.

   I've been thinking about kindness...  I never used to have as much trouble with it as I do now that I am older and "more mature".  Or maybe I was always unkind naturally and am finally noticing.   Someone recently mentioned the old saying about how we are like a cup filled with something and that when we are bumped what spills out?    Also, in trying to teach the children to be kind to each other... How do they learn kindness if their very own mommy has trouble with it?  I think to get to the bottom I have to realize that it is plain selfishness that makes me grouch at them when the kids ask another question.  It's selfishness when I have to be grouchy about helping someone do a five minute chore.  Interruptions are part of the big picture...  It's like the cup of water being bumped.  As my husband likes to say..."It's part of the story."    One goal for this new year... Practice kindness.  Devel...

Spreading a little cheer.... From Judy's house and front porch...  We had coffee over their last night and I wanted to share her beautiful arrangements... Merry Christmas!