Shilah Writes

Gardening... Privacy fence... What the kids have been doing...The options are endless...There are sharks in the pool and the trampoline becomes a rodeo...About then mom hands out the work... like weeding a row in that great big garden.. The house is almost finished. I'm starting a cottage garden. I'm loving these gardens.

We’ve been studying Proverbs in Sunday school. I’m probably getting more out of it since I have to teach. Wisdom is the major subject so far. I wonder why God used Solomon as a teacher of wisdom when in the end; Solomon became foolish and married lots and lots of clamorous, glamorous women. He warned and warned the reader to not do it and then he did it. Hhmmm, quite complex I think. I’m led to believe he had moments of wisdom and that it can be easily taken away when you practice living for self. This brings me to another thought. Living out wisdom requires a humble attitude. There are lots of smart people that are not wise. Smart people can be really foolish actually. Being wise and having knowledge go together only when you’re gathering both from God’s stores. Then it is even attainable to the simple. Praise God! OK. But the thought that’s been nagging me, Think of all the different types of people you know. Some just really know a lot. They’re up in the latest news, homes, and l...

Security… Love… Peace… Saturday morning, I am making waffles and eggs. My five year old traipses into the kitchen with sleepy eyes and asks, “Where’s Daddy?” I answered that he was in bed and why did she want to know. “I want to “cuzzle” with him.” That has been the standard answer. {Cuzzle meaning cuddle. } Cuzzle sounds less cuddly yet has all the same benefits. Later that evening at bedtime, Lights are off and everyone is tucked into bed. I leave my bedroom to check on things in the dining/kitchen. I hear a cautious “mommy” coming from the darkness in the living room. A light flipped on exposes a tired little girl with arms full of floppy, white bunny and black and white cat. It appears the stuffed animals are helping her through the darkness all to get one more drink. Next morning… Sunday morning rush to get out the door and to church. For once, we are all ready before leaving time. I glance out the back door to the patio and see five year old in bright orange camp chair looking...

I've very sadly fallen out of the habit of blogging.  I haven't forgotten the want to though.  I still lovelovelove writing and do it almost everyday.  Just, no one gets to see it.  What I really want to show you though; I send pictures to show you.  And just so you believe, I will send some evidence that we are getting close to the end of building.  This weekend I get sidewalks and a back patio.  A very good thing too.  The mud and dirt being drug into the house is taxing my "niceness" endurance. Look at my lovely fireplace....  Bruce did such a good job.  Good man, that. And then Shaunti has been getting her grand initiation at the dentist and the end of kindergarten... A tired family after our first boat ride of the year. OK. A very scattered update.  I have much to say but can't seem to find the time to organize all that stuff floating around in my head.  I will send a finished photo of the house with the trim stuff....

First,  I gave them a tea party.  They were so funny.  As soon as they got home from school they went upstairs to dress for tea.  Tea doesn't taste right unless you dress the part I guess.  The day before, Toria, Shaunti, and I made these tissue paper crafts.  Fun times with my beautiful girls. The grand ladies... The next morning...  Tired but happy girls.

   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.