It Just Keeps Coming

And I love it!!! Snow, that is. I don't dare say it too loud, in case some of my nearest and dearest chuck me head first into a snow bank. But I love snow and I love winter. It is cold and still and peaceful and beautiful out today. You can keep the howling winds, and you can definitely keep the gloom and slush when this all starts to melt and go away, but for today - this is my favorite part of winter. We might get a real blizzard next week, and for my part - I can't wait! If we don't get a snow day (or two) I'll be really disappointed. I'm looking forward to being snowed in and having time to drink tea, watch it snow from a warm spot next to the wood stove, pet a cat or two, read, nap, and do some crafts.

How Many Times (Seventy Times Seven)

How Many Times (Seventy Times Seven) Mark Gershmehl - White Heart

Lord, I got no more tears to cry,
Someone has hurt me, done me wrong,
I’m walking wounded, oh,
Lord, this pain is a knife of fire,
Why does it have to turn out this way?
Why to the innocent seem to pay?

How many times must I stand in the waves of this crashing sea?
How many times must I forgive all the hurt that’s been done to me, let the jury go, set the sinner free?
Oh, seventy times seven.

Lord, I really don’t understand,
I’m looking ‘round for some stones to throw,
You’re telling me I should let it go.

How many times must I stand in the waves of this crashing sea?
How many times?
I hear what you’re saying inside of me, but I don’t understand the mystery,
Oh, seventy times seven.

How may times have you wept from the anguish of all my shame?
How many times have I nailed up on the cross of pain?
You bled from a broken heart and I was to blame,
Seventy times seven,
Over and over again,
Seventy times seven,
Lord, you know just how hard I have tried,
Seventy times seven,
Gotta see that I’m hurting inside,
Seventy times seven,
Don’t you know that my pride is at stake?
Seventy times seven,
So, tell me how much one should take,
Seventy times seven.


I've always loved this song, and whenever I'm struggling with forgiveness, the Holy Spirit uses this song to push me along.

Happy New Year

In case you were worrying about Little Man on New Year's Day, you can relax. These were taken minutes ago. Little Man's bowl is full of food and his biggest problem is his mother and her annoying camera. Here's hoping we can all find a little of this kind of peace and rest in the coming year. Happy 2009!!!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas from Little Man, Cammie, Spooky, and the parents who keep their bowls full! May you come the know the baby in the manger as your Lord and Saviour.

Here is this year's Christmas verse, which I have seen and heard so many times in the past month that I know it is the Spirit bringing it to my attention: Call His name Jesus: for He shall save His people from their sins. Matthew 1:21.

Little Man's Not So Little Storm

Here is a picture of our house after the big snow, and how Little Man and Cammie coped.

Red Shed Garden

The garden in front of the red shed had completely gotten out of control, so I pulled out EVERYTHING and started over. I am using the lasagna method, so I put a layer of newspaper over the existing dirt, covered with a layer of topsoil. Then I spread leaves I got from Little Man's grandmother. Lastly, I emptied all the containers from 2008, which had been filled with Miracle Gro, on top of the leaves. Now the whole thing will sit and hopefully percolate into a desirable place to grow tomatoes and other veggies. Note the new window boxes. They were made by Little Man's uncle to replace the ones that Little Man's grandfather made about 10 years ago. The original boxes had been bolted to the building. This time I have them sitting on bricks so they are portable. The new ones are also made of pressure treated lumber, so hopefully they will not disintegrate. Lastly, don't forget to admire the beautiful roof, which Little Man's father and I put on ourselves a few years ago. It was a very satisfying project and I now have a whole new respect for roofers!

Little Man's Little Feast

Last night Little Man's father brought home shrimp for dinner. Little Man LOVES shrimp. Then, Little Man's mother (aka Yours Truly) was cleaning out the fridge to make room for Thanksgiving, and cut up a piece of leftover steak and put it on the cat food bowl. When Little Man came begging, I showed him the steak, which he polished off. So, Little Man had Surf & Turf last night! If he tells you he is being neglected, don't believe him.