November 30, 2011

Him n' me

Dan, one of our church guys, preached the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving.
He asked us, what's your favorite thing about God?
Then he had us write it down on the pieces of paper he handed out to everyone.
Then he wanted us all to tell what we had written down which made me get all nervous so I started sweating, and then I thought I might as well just say it and get it over with so I started to raise my hand, but quick scratched my ear instead, and thought, I'll just blog it later. Then I felt relieved that I was doing my part.

This is my favorite thing about God:

The way He cocoons me.
It's like all the parts of Him- the grace, the mercy, the love, the delight, the patience, the righteousness, the might, the defending, the forgiveness, the awesomeness, the coming to my rescue... all those layers- wrap me up warm and keep me safe.
I'm cocooned.

I'm thankful for a God Who isn't all spooky and so far above me that I can't reach Him.
I'm thankful for a God Who doesn't mind being my friend and loving me. And sometimes smacking me.
I'm thankful for a God Who smiles His smile wrinkles at me when I come to talk to Him.
I'm thankful for a God Who says, Where you been all day? Missed you.

I'm thankful for what He's given me this past year, and for what He's shown me, taught me.
I'm thankful He takes all the pieces of me and replaces them with the parts of Him.
I can't even scratch the surface of what He's meant to me this last year. My words are really small compared to what He is.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend.

November 28, 2011

thankful for...

1. Thanksgiving Day with Moma and Tracy.


Tracy made the best turkey ever.
None of us knew how to carve it.
Moma looked up techniques in the cookbook, but we ended up just tearing the darn thing to pieces and calling it good.
Also, I feel sorry for turkey's... you know whats. How must it feel to have all that stuffing stuffed up... you know where? Poor things.


2. The view from Tracy's window on Thanksgiving morning.


I might live in fear and dread of the water, but I love to look at it.
It's one of God's most beautiful creations.


3. Old movies with Moma and Tracy.


I'd never seen The Thin Man movies. I've watched three since Thanksgiving Day. Those things are hilarious.


The last time I watched Friendly Persuasion was years ago with my little brother, Jackie. We stayed up late watching it. It was Christmas time and our house didn't have heat. So we came up with the most genious plan ever. We turned the oven on broil, moved the tv onto the kitchen counter, pulled our rocking chairs around the stove, and watched our movie in warmth and peace everlasting.
I love that movie. I love all the thees and thous. I love when the sister asks Little Jess if she's pretty and he says, Weeeelll... thee isn't ugly. I love Anthony Perkins' acting. I love Gary Cooper no matter what he does. I love when the attic goes all quiet and Dorthy McGuire asks Gary, What does thee think they're... doing? And he says, Silent prayer? Ha! Makes me laugh every time.


4. Watching Tracy's dog, Leisel, trying to walk around with her little snowboot thingys on.
Oh. my. word.
I cried tears of laughter.
This isn't Leisel, but it's still funny...
(Hear how those people are laughing? That was us, watching Leisel.)



5.  Homemade, spiced cranberry sauce.


So... that kinda looks like glumpy blood, but wow. Yum.
Tracy is like, a gourmet cook. She whips stuff up like it's nothing. And it's good. I didn't know you could even make homemade cranberry sauce. I thought it always plopped out of a can you bought at Walmart. And actually, the first time I saw cranberry sauce straight out of a can, I was freaked out because it was solid. Not sliced. I thought it had gone bad and all the slices were stuck together. I had never seen cranberry sauce not sliced and not on a plate that used to belong to my great grandmother.
It's not like I spend alot of time in the kitchen or anything...


6.  Little gnome baby.


My friend, Heather, came over to Tracy's for a few hours and we held her little Baby Boo forever.
Also, I gave her a bath and she screamed bloody murder the whole time.
But she made up for it by being cute and staring at the light fixtures like her life depended on it. Apparently, Baby Boo loves lights, and has Christmas ones put up in her room already. Geez, the things we'll do for babies.


7.  All the time in the world during a four day weekend to try out hair tutorials.
Remember those hair tutorials I posted about right here?
Well, I've been practicing. And I've been loving the results. For the most part.

the hanging braid

flat iron curly

Also, I don't have red hair. Don't know why it looks like that up there.
See? Plain Jane brown...



Thanksgiving was nice this year.
Relaxed. Quiet. Good friends. Good food. Laughing. Flat iron burns on my fingers...

O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.   Psalm 107:1

November 26, 2011

craft diy: winter wonderland

Me n' the girls made a craft for school today.
I'm a little unsure of how this craft fits in with their astronomy and history, but... whatever. Does it have to correlate?
Anyway, Mrs. Hoover introduced me to Craftgawker when I was at her house last week, and I'm addicted to it.
I'm not a crafty person, but Craftgawker has easy crafts. Easy... not to be confused with difficult. And I'm the queen of easy street so this website is like, totally da bomb.com.

This photo from Craftgawker inspired our totally crafty craft today...

Photo courtesy of Momtastic

Cute, huh?
But then I went crazy and decided to add a little more to it.
Why stop with cute pinecones when you can have the whole wide world?

Here it is...


It's a winter wonderland!
If you want to make one for your four nieces that you homeschool too, here's what you'll need:






You'll also need foil and toothpicks for the stars on top. I forgot to get a picture of those.

1.  Spray paint the pinecones and cardboard
2.  Put a little glue on the (now dry) pinecone edges. Sprinkle with glitter. The girls used forty million colors of glitter for this part.
3.  Glue the pompoms here and there. Insert forty million colors again.
4.  Cut out stars and hot glue them to a piece of toothpick. Hot glue to top of tree. I suggest finding someone who knows how to cut star shapes. I don't. My stars have 3 points. I don't know how that happens.
5.  Make little people. Use whatever. Crayons. Markers. Glitter. Pieces of ribbon for scarves.
6.  Stick the little people in the clothespins (clothespins that are already slathered in glue and glitter).
7.  Hot glue ripped up cottonballs to cardboard.
8.  Hot glue trees to cardboard.
9.  And the clothespins/people.
10.  And the reindeer buttons.

That's all.
Pretty easy. And time consuming. But lots of fun.
And here's a great tip for buying the supplies for this craft:
Go to the Micheal's website and print off about 10 of those 50% off coupons. Note that the coupons say only one coupon per customer, per transaction, per day. Go to Micheal's with your mom. Send her thru the line with a coupon. Go thru the line yourself. Then go back thru the line again and again until you have everything you need, using one coupon at a time. If you do this on Black Friday, they'll never notice what you're up to. If they expect me to pay $7.99 for that little can of spray paint, they can think again.
Living by the rules, that's how I roll.

Wait... did you say we needed to wipe our glittery glue smeared hands on the towel?
Not the carpet or our jean clad legs?
Oh. We forgot.

Wait... did you say not to put the hot glue gun on the carpet?
Oh. We forgot.

Wait... did you tell us not to spill hot chocolate on the white tablecloth?
Oh. We forgot.

Wait... did you say not to cut myself bangs with the sissors?
Oh. I forgot.

Don't they look so innocent and undevilish?

I love Craftgawker. Next time we're making something with toilet paper rolls. I'll let you know how it turns out.
I love Emma. Today she told me, emphatically, that I'm the best aunt in the whole wide world. Twice.
I love Leah. She didn't need a speck of help with her craft and she got a 91% on her history test today. Even though I rushed thru the lesson because I was super excited to get started on that winter wonderland.
I love Hannah. She got in trouble four times for bringing her chips and hot chocolate into the living room today and smiled the whole time. (Actually, that just made me want to smack her even more, but at least she's happy.)
I love Lucy. She made her little person with glasses (just like herself) and frosted them... because you know how my glasses always fog up when I go outside in the cold? I want to make it like, real life.
I love all four of the girls because they all told me that my yellow tights are the epitome of fashion. A bunch of times. They all want to be me.

I'm thankful for this day.
For crafts with the girls.
School with the girls.
Hot chocolate and popcorn with the girls.
Old Gary Cooper movie, Friendly Persuasion, with the girls.
Pandora Christmas carols with the girls.

And especially the girls.

November 21, 2011

thankful for...

I went to the Hoover's this past weekend.
Remember how I said I wouldn't go if it was blizzarding outside? Because I didn't want bad roads to get me?
Well it wasn't blizzarding, so I went. And I ran off the road and got myself stuck and Bro. Hoover had to come dig me out of the snow. So much for bad roads not getting me.

Here's the thing about winter driving, I'm just fine unless there are:

1.  Other cars.
2.  Ice.
3.  Lack of ice (because if there isn't any visible ice... then there's most definitely black ice and if there's black ice... my life is probably about to be shortened).
4.  Snow.
5.  Cliffs. Rivers at the bottom of cliffs.
6.  Lakes, ponds, oceans, streams, babbling brooks, mud puddles, or anything else that I might possibly drown in at the bottom of cliffs.
7.  Curves in the road.
8.  Downhills.
9.  Uphills.
10.  Speed limits over 35mph.

That's it. Other than all that, I'm perfectly fine and calm.

Here's the other thing about winter driving, I'm a huge fan of:

1.  Snowplows.
2.  People with snowshovels.
3.  People who don't drive on my tail and make me feel like a total loser for going 20 miles under the speed limit.
4.  Those guys that come along and spray cancer causing chemicals on the road that makes the ice melt.
5.  Those other guys that dump sand on the roads so my tires have something to grip.
6.  Those other, other guys that put salt on the road. I care not if my car rusts to death. So long as I get to live.
7.  Cute guys. Wait... what?

Anyway. I was driving along, finally relaxed since I had just turned onto the Hoover's town road, feeling pretty good that I had survived the worst roads I had ever driven on in my life... and then I ran off the road.
That's what I get for relaxing.
But Bro. Hoover came along with his snowshovel and wearing his tweed Englishman cap, and dug me out in about 5 seconds flat. And the other guys with him stood there helplessly flopping ropes around and wondering where the heck they were going to hook those ropes up on my little car anyway? And while they stood there confusedly, Bro. Hoover went to work and put my car back on the road and was like, There you go, and I was like, Thanks, and those other guys were like, But wait! We didn't even use the rope!
Bro. Hoover was the man of the hour, superman with a snow shovel, amen.

And here's the cool thing about it all.
The Hoovers literally live in Nowhereville. As in, they have a stop sign, but no stop light. As in, Montana mountains. As in, while you're eating dinner, you look out the window and you're like, What the heck! There's that bear getting into the chicken coop again!
The only way to get cell service at their house, is to stand on one leg, in the kitchen, with your phone mashed against the sliding glass door, while you say four Hail Marys. Or if you're downstairs, you can stand on the big bed, all the way in the corner, and hold your phone up towards heaven as far as you can, and hope for the best.
And if you're not in the house, you can forget making a call.
But when I ran off the road, in a spot that never has cell service, and I thought, Good thing my snowsuit is in the back seat because I'm about to be walking the rest of the way, and then I thought, I hate being  cold. Just kill me now, God, and then I thought, Too bad there's no cell service here, and when I thought that last thought, I looked at my cell phone and guess what?
I had service.
And I called the Hoovers.
And then I didn't have service anymore.
And then I remembered how halfway to the Hoover's, when it had started really snowing, I had prayed that God would let me have service if I needed it.
And God rescued me.

Anyhoo, here's what I'm thankful for:

1.  The Hoovers. Because they're my friends, my God-given people.


Because they're the biggest nerds ever and I love that.
Because if I didn't have them I'd shrivel up and die. Also I'd still be stuck in a snow drift.
Because their house is a home.
Because they watch dumb stuff like Columbo (bor-ring).
Because they introduced me to Agatha Christie's Hercule Poiret.
Because Bro. Hoover always patiently tells me how to work the woodburning stove. Every time I visit. Forty million times. And when the house is filled with smoke, he's still patient.
Because Mrs. Hoover washes the sheets before I come over. Even though she knows I sleep on top of the blankets. It's just a nice thing she does.
Because they got me a Starbucks and a cheeseburger last Saturday.
Because they love me. (Even if Mrs. Hoover does blame stuff on me when I'm not around.)

2.  Snowshovels. They're the greatest invention ever.

3.  God rescuing me.

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.   1 Thessalonians 5:18

November 17, 2011

thankful for...

1.  The silly things kids say:

Emma, age 7, just done watching Pollyanna: I don't much care for the part when Pollyanna gets her legs fertilized falling out of that tree.
Fertilized = paralyzed. They sound the same, right?

Joshua, age 5, thoughtfully looking at a package of hamburger: Ground beef.... that's beef, but underground...
That so makes sense! 

Marianna, age 8, checking out a litter of five kittens at the mechanic's shop: Whatcha wanna bet some those are twins???
Dear Marianna, whatcha wanna bet they're like, quintuplets?

2.  Morning ritual. Coffee in a yellow mug, Greek God's Honey Strawberry yogurt, my corner of the couch, Moma across the room, us reading our Bibles.

3.  Heated toilets seats. You have no idea how wonderful those things are when you're literally freezing your hiney off. It's like, I never want to get up. Stop knocking on the door! 5 more minutes!

4.  God fixing my car heater. Yesterday morning, it would only blow out of the defrost vents and my toes turned to frozen tundra. I punched the dash a few times to see if that would fix it. It didn't. So finally, when I pulled into the church parking lot last night, I prayed from sheer frozen toed desperation, God, please provide. And after church, the darn thing was fixed. Like, I turned it on and it was blowing out of the floor vents. And I'm sure that wasn't coincidence.

5.  God gluing my paycheck to the ground. Because I put it in my pocket and it fell out on the sidewalk when I pulled my phone out of the same pocket and the wind was blowing like crazy, and when I realized it was missing an hour later, I thought, Bye-bye paycheck. But when Karen looked for it, there it was, calmly stuck to the sidewalk, with God glue, in the midst of wind.

6.  Thanksgiving plans. For the first time ever, I'm not going to a big fat family dinner. My family is going to see their other family in MT. I'm not even going to a big fat friend dinner. Me, Moma, and our friend Sherry are going to our other friend Tracy's house on the lake and having a sleepover. And a Thanksgiving breakfast (huckleberry pancakes and egg souffle). And old movies (Doris Day, thank you very much). And Thanksgiving dinner (I'm not cooking. They are. Thank God.). And hot chocolate, and blankies, and snow outside. I'm super excited! I feel like when I was a little kid, Mom mom mom??? How long 'til Anna's spend-the-night birthday party??? Huh huh huh??? NEXT WEEK!!! But that's forever!

7.  Crocheted dishrags. Tracy, the same Tracy I'm spending Thanksgiving with, made me some. I love crocheted dishrags, but especially these. They look like flowers. And they're bright. And I smile every time I look at them.

8.  Weekend plans. I'm going to the Hoover's place tomorrow. If it doesn't blizzard, that is. If it blizzards, then I'll be at home where the bad roads can't get me. Mrs. Hoover said we could do something fun while I'm there. She said we could sit out on the back porch, with our blankies and hot chocolate, and seek God and look at the snow. I said how 'bout we seek God by the wood burning stove downstairs, huh?
Sometimes, I amaze myself by how much sense I make. Mrs. Hoover said I'm a wuss though.

9.  Warm stuff. Anything that keeps me warm. Like sweaters, gloves, hats, toilet seats, Starbucks, soup, flame throwers, fire breathing dragons...

10.  My new yellow tights from Target. And my new jeggings, also from Target. I had no idea a pair of yellow tights could make me feel so dang cheerful. It's like, who can run around with yellow legs and not feel happy?

11.  Hair tutorials. I was blog hopping around and found these two hair tutorials, and I tried them, and they work! And I love them! Except my hair doesn't look quite like the girl's in the tutorial, it kinda... sticks out all over. But who cares? I'm happy with it. And here are the links if you want to try them out yourself:


and...


12.  Chap stick. I carry it everywhere with me. At all times. Because sometimes... My lips hurt real bad! Uh! Idiot!

November 13, 2011

puberty: what it did to us


Who:  Me and my life friend, Aubriann.
Ages:  13 and 15.
Hair:  Hugely huge. Also, painfully big.
Dresses:  What the heck were our mothers thinking??? Those dresses are cruel and unjust.
Thing on Aubri's wrist:  Is that a corsage? Did she steal it from some nursing home?
Hair:  Massive. We didn't even have to try.
Eyebrows:  Bushy. The cause of many a boy's horrified glance. I can't even bear to look at those ghastly things.
Our faces:  Puffy.
Hair:  The 80's called, they want their hair back.
The two of us:  So absolutely convinced we were the hottest babes ever.


The two of us again:  Still convinced.
Hair:  I seriously can't stop staring at it.
My facial expression:  Curiously vacant looking. Probably from the strain of the giant scrunchie I was wearing on the back of my head.

Me, present day:  I'm so thankful for things like flat irons, thinning shears, and wax strips.
I was pretty much the hottest thing ever back in the day, but now (thanks to waxing and flat irons) I'm like, smokin'...

November 09, 2011

sicky

I've been sick. Sick, ick.
I'm slowly returning to the land of the living. Even though I look like I have one foot in the grave. I took a picture of myself so you could see what I look like as a sicky. I erased it immediately. For this, you should be thankful.
Here's something I'm not thankful for: I'm not thankful that I ate super spicy cajun food at Hay J's the night I got sick. Holy moly. I'll never be able to eat at that restaurant again.

But here's what I am thankful for, the things that make being sick so much easier:

1.  Toilets.
They're the perfect size for wrapping your arms around. Also, they have wonderfully comfy edges that I like to rest my weary brow upon.

2.  My toothbrush.
Me and my toothbrush, we're joined at the hip when I'm sick.

3.  Crest Complete Extreme Herbal Mint toothpaste.
Mint flavor is so wonderful after...well... other flavors.

4.  Listerine Total Care. The kind in the purple bottle.
See points 2 and 3. I swig this stuff.

5.  Castle.
That's my favorite tv show. I don't have tv, but I can watch it online. There's just something about lying there on my back, with my laptop on my stomach, watching Castle, puking during commercial breaks.

6.  My pillow, my blankie, and my little pillow that I can't sleep without.
They were there for me the whole time. Where I went, they went. My people were their people. If I had to lay on the bathroom floor, curled next to the toilet... so did they, without complaint. They didn't shy away from my germs either.

7.  Gatorade, crackers, and grapes.
Kept me from starving. Quenched my thirst. Soothed my aching, abused throat.

8.  Moma.
She gave me some gross drink that smelled like dirty socks, and Dramamine. I didn't finish the drink, but that Dramamine stuff... I loved that part. Knocked me out for hours.
Moma also ran to the store for my Gatorade and grapes, and she went to Liberty Lake three times to take care of some dog I was supposed to be taking care of all that day.

9.  Lysol.
Even though I hate the smell of Lysol, there's just something about it that makes me feel like I'm doing my part. Like I'm  fighting back.

10.  All you well wishers who kept texting me to feel better. Even though I did finally turn my phone off because you guys kept waking me up. But I love you for caring so much and it was so nice to see so many texts piled up on my cell when I finally came to. You guys are the best friends.

11.  God's mercy.
For indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him.

It's the little things that matter when you're at death's door...

November 06, 2011

thankful for...


I'm thankful for cows.
Because without them... there'd be no milk.
And then what would we drink with our Double Stuf Oreos? Ever thought about that???


I'm thankful for lifeguards.
Because without them... I'd be drowned and dead.
I'm also thankful for lifevests. For the same reason.


I'm thankful for mason jars and gladiolus.
Because mason jars are literally the best vases ever.
And because glads make me feel like I can't be anything but glad when they're on my kitchen table.


I'm thankful for trees.
Because without them... I'd never have known what it was like to climb a tree, fall out, lay there gasping for air, and then choke out to my little friend standing there beside my dying self, My lungs are collapsed! My lungs are collapsed! Get my mom!
Valuable life lesson learned: Don't climb trees ever again. Possible lung collapse could occur.


I'm thankful for water.
Because without it... I'd be thirsty.


I'm thankful for the sun.
Because without it... I'd be alot colder than I already am.
Also, I'd be dead.

Do you ever just look around you like, Dang! Look at all this wonderfulness!
Sometimes I'll just sit there and stare at my glads in a jar, or a big fat cloud, or a zebra striped tree and think to myself, Wow. Just wow.
(I don't stare at the sun though. Because of holes and burning and retinas and stuff. Just so you know.)
God outdoes Himself in the seemingly small stuff.
I'm so thankful He does. It gives me alot to enjoy.

November 05, 2011

lovely sister

I was just texting Karen.

Me: do you have fairly recent pics of the four older girls that i can have? i want to put them in the hall of fame.
(Explanation: The hall of fame is my hallway. I'm using it for the girls astronomy class. We hang stuff there.)

Karen: no i dont. i need a camera. im going to ask for a camera and ipad this year. and a color printer. and 2 bookshelves and chair for entry, and new dining chairs and a dresser for the girls. that's all.

That's all? She's so easy to please.
I forgot about her not having a camera. I forgot she dropped her brand spanking new one in the ocean earlier this year when she and Tim were in Tonga.
I'm not sure how I could forget that whole dramatic event.
How she was sailing on a yacht, wind blowing in her hair. How she was taking a picture of the beautiful island scenery, wind blowing in her hair. How the camera strap wasn't secured around her wrist, the wind still blowing her hair. How the camera mysteriously slid from her grasp and landed on the boat. How it teetered on the edge while Karen's eyes widened in horror and her nostrils did too. How she prayed, Oh Lord! Don't let it drop! How it dropped anyway, sank to the bottom of the ocean, and then she thought, How could you, Lord? How she sat down hard in shock and disbelief that God had just allowed that to happen. And how she felt sick to her stomach. All the while, the wind was blowing her hair.

I'm not sure how I could forget all that.

I'm thankful for Karen.
Because she's so easy to please.
Because her nostrils widen farther than anyone else's.
Because she loves me and I love her.
Because she keeps me cracked up.
And because she's my sister friend.

Us, minus the wind blowing our hair.


Ah. Karen just sent this text too.

Karen: well, let me tell you more... a new cell phone that hasnt been dropped in water and lemonade and takes pics. new carpet or a carpet cleaner. a personal chef to cook for our family. and some pretty feminine clothes.

I forwarded these to Tim.
Isn't she lovely?

November 04, 2011

emma dear

I broke my tooth yesterday. The very back, bottom right side one. Broke right in half.
I go to the dentist like, never. I've been about four times in my entire life.
The last time I went, they said, You have cavities.
I said, Ok. How much to fix it?
They were like, 40 million bucks. Plus your arm and leg.
I was like, See ya.
And since it never hurts at all, I've pretty much forgotten about it until yesterday when I was eating a sandwich and I felt something unchewable mixed in with my sandwich and I took whatever it was out and looked at it and thought, What the heck is a chunk of animal bone doing in my grilled cheese? That's so weird! The FDA totally missed that one...
But then Emma cheerfully piped up from next to me, That's your tooth! You lost a tooth!
And so I felt around in my mouth and sure enough, that was 50% of my tooth in my hand.
And then I had four thoughts:
1. I'm going to miss my arm and leg.
2. I'm missing my tooth. I'm a hillbilly.
3. Now people can call me Broken Tooth. Since I'm like, one sixteenth Indian and all.
4. Too bad I don't believe in the tooth fairy anymore. I could totally use the money.

You should see what's left of my tooth. It's the grossest thing ever. I'm completely horrified at the sight of it. But I'm also fascinated.
It's a dilemma.
The fascinated part of me keeps staring at it in the mirror. (By the way, never stare at your gross broken tooth in the visor mirror while driving down Division in Spokane. It's perilous.) And then the grossed out part of me gags and says, Sick! and I shudder at the sight. But then I keep staring.
So it's like this vicious cycle... I stare... I gag... I say Sick!... I shudder... I stare some more.

Anyway, I'm thankful for Emma.
Because when Karen told her to write "fill" in a sentence for school, she wrote,"Oh hi, Phil! You're my neighbor!"
Because she believes I'm the best teacher ever. (Sorry, Karen. That's what she said.)
Because she's the most energetic hugger in the world.


And because without her, I'd have wondered, for the rest of my life, how the heck that chunk of animal bone got in my grilled cheese.

November 03, 2011

mommy


I'm thankful for my Moma.
Because she's sweet and good.
Because she's faithful and kind.
Because she never burns her favorite candle since she knows it gives me a headache.
Because she has coffee made every morning when I get up.
And because she tells me it's unladylike to call people a fart face.

November 02, 2011

devil eye retinas

Sunset, just getting started to really blaze.

That moment right before the sun heads over to China.

I took those pictures a few weeks ago.
The sunset was so amazingly spectacular that night, I couldn't stand it.
I love the sunsets and sunrises lately. I like the clouds too. And the stars. And the moon. And whatever else is in the sky... satellites (Emma thinks they're shooting stars), airplanes (Lily thinks they're shooting stars), hot air balloons...

Did you know that if you look directly at the sun, it'll burn a hole straight thru your retina and therefore cause blindness? And you won't realize it's doing it because you have no pain sensors back there? I didn't know that until a few weeks ago. All I knew was that the sun was bright and I had to squint to look at it and then I'd get a headache. So I don't look at it. I was homeschooled, that's my excuse for not knowing what every kindergartner knows. You can't even look at the setting sun, the rising sun, or a solar eclipse without special eye gear. Now I'm terrified to even look at the sun on a movie. What if I end up like Helen Keller? But minus the deaf part? It could happen.

Anyhoo.

You know how Kind David is always saying, Cause thy face to shine upon us, and Moses got all shiny when he saw God, and someday the sun won't be needed because everything will be lit up by God's light?
So basically, God is pretty bright. Basically He's the brightest light ever. Literally.
That's pretty cool.
Then I read this the other day:

Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men!
Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be the LORD: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city.
For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
O love the LORD, all ye his saints: for the LORD preserveth the faithful, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.
Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.
Psalm 31:19-24

See that bold part? Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence.
If God hides us in the shining bright light of His presence, you know what happens when Satan tries finding us?
He gets a hole burnt straight thru his retina.
And while he's flailing around trying to find his retinas, God is flexing His holy arm for my sake.
And I get to just sit there with my protective eye gear on and watch God flex.
I think sometimes Satan thinks he can just stand there with his foot on our necks, mashing our faces into the gravel, and that he can stare at God, smirking and taunting.
But he obviously forgets about this:

In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it.
He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.
And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire.
The LORD also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire.
Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them.
Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters.
He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.
Psalm 18:6-17

He forgets that when we turn to reach for God, He leaves the sidelines and enters the ring, and from that day forward, Satan loses. At that point, the holy arm reaches out and takes Satan for a shake down. At that point, we're picked up and dusted off and hidden in the brightest Light ever.
I just love that!
God is such a winner. He wins stuff all the time. And He hides me.

And I'm thankful for it. Truly thankful.

Watch out devil eye retinas. Your day is coming.

November 01, 2011

little gnome baby

It's November 1st.
As in November, as in next comes December, as in the year is almost over.
This is so sad. It's been a good year, I hate to see it go. Except my birthday is in December... so now that I've remembered that, it's not so sad. I love my birthday!
November is Thanksgiving month, and Thanksgiving Day is right around the corner.
(Please don't call it turkey day. I'll want to gouge your eyeballs out. Not that I'll actually do it, I'll just want to. Give God a day of thankfulness and don't hand it over to the turkey dinner.)
Thanksgiving kinda gets lost in the Christmas shuffle sometimes (Or in our family, the Christmas slash forty eleven birthdays shuffle). But it shouldn't. Because thankfulness is important.
I don't want to forget to be thankful.
So on that note, I'll try to post something thanksgivingish every day this month. Try. It might not happen every single day, but that's the goal.

So for today...


It's a baby! It's not mine. It belongs to my friend Heather, who is married to Adam, who is the son of my other dear friend Mrs. Hoover, who happens to be one super excited grandma. Now that you have the genealogy part, this baby is a girl and according to her dad, her name is Princess. She was born yesterday afternoon. She looks like a gnome. She's two weeks early and just shy of 6 lbs. She screams something awful when she's not swaddled. Her nose is chubby. Her cheeks are also chubby. Her little bum is so darn cute. I'm holding her in that picture. She has the cutest voice and sounds like a little sheep. She has ten fingers and ten toes. Her umbilical cord looks like snot. She has tons of dark hair. I said awwwwwwwww approximately 500 times. I said she's so cute approximately 500 times. I sounded redundant but it was okay because so did everyone else. One of her aunties calls her Baby Boo. (Get it? Because yesterday was halloween? I hate halloween, by the way. Just so you know.) I call her Little Gnome Baby because that's what she looks like. A cute little gnome with a cute little bum. I wanna sqeeze her.

New life is so wonderful.
Babies make the whole world shiny.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah.  Psalm 68:19