Thursday, May 23, 2013

a simple gift

On Thursday mornings for the past month, an orchestra practices in my sun room.

This orchestra consists of three young violinist,

and a cellist.

Young muscians hold sublime favor with me. The learning of a new instrument and performing for an audience is not aways an easy task, but to see their expressions and watch their determination is priceless.

Tomorrow evening is the recital. 

Here is a tiddly bit of a preview.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

of turning seventeen, and making memories

The only surprise birthday party I ever had was when I turned seventeen. To this day I do not know how my mother kept this unexpected event such a secret, but she did. While Rose has asked me about surprise parties, somehow I find myself getting all sweaty and nervous just thinking about throwing a surprise party. More my style to plan and discuss, "What about this...and what other places do you want to see?"

We stayed on the 14th floor downtown. We visited museums and ate good food such as fried pickles and ravioli swimming in a roasted red pepper cream sauce.

We each had our favorite part.

Then we came home to no birthday cake (after all the birthday cake baker was away),  but what we did have was friends and family....and seventeen candles on ice cream sundaes!

Happy 17th Birthday my sweet Rose.
You surprise me for the good on most days...

Sunday, May 12, 2013

a role worth honoring

To quote a Frenchman on this Mother's Day,

"Thus the Americans do not think that man and woman have either the duty or the right to perform the same office, but they show an equal regard for both their respective parts; and though their lot is different, they consider both of them as beings of equal value."

Alexis de Tocqeville, a nineteenth century French historian,  wrote a book entitled, Democracy in America. I was saddened to read some of his excerpts regarding the America of his time period in light of how much culture has changed America concerning the roles of men and women with these roles remaining intact. In fact, it almost seems like a speeding train on a timeline, without having to look very far back.

If you are interested in reading an excellent article on motherhood and how its role has been degraded by those who do not know or consider truth, you may check this link. This article may grip your heart at times, but thankfully there is much there that also sheds hope, a glimmering, for the future. It is important how we convey this to the next generation, being created women by God and understanding how tremendous those God- given roles are in shaping a society, only for its good I might add. Tocqeville realized what America had in the 1800s as a treasure. It just seems we might have been treasure- hunting in the pig styes of humanistic thought.

I believe in the power of prayer, and the huge responsibility that godly families and the church hold in establishing a culture that understands and values the roles ordained by God.  Therefore, on this day set apart to honor the role of motherhood, because it does not need to be seen as a "Hallmark" declared day,  may we hunger for His truth and heed the words of Titus 2, "But speak those things which become sound doctrine...teachers of good things."

Happy Mothers Day!
Enjoy the honor given to mothers.

Friday, May 10, 2013

lavender furniture polish

Always enjoying the possibility of aromatherapy while tending to housewifery duties leads me to the hunt for natural and simple ingredients to make up small quantities of household cleaners. This Lavender Furniture Polish works well on fine wood furniture such as cherry, mahogany, or oak, and it leaves the most tantalizing hint of lavender in the recently polished room.

Monday, May 6, 2013

here and there...

You may have heard the little ditty...."Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care...". I have found myself so weary this past week, that was the remark that came out of my mouth as I traveled the freeways and interstates with my husband. Here and and fro. To airports, to hospitals, back and forth.

And it is not my intention to dwell on the fact that the sunshine is on vacation...

Yet, there is so much good, and joy, and answered prayer swallowing me like a blanket. I want to abide in Him, fully, with trust and faith being stirred continuously.

Weariness has a tendency to grab my soul from time to time and joy flitters out the window...tweet, tweet. Fixing my eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of my faith... I am reading the book of words of power and strength.

Alan is in Thailand, settling in, I want to think so anyway. He likes it so far. And I am having to do things I said I have no interest in doing in order to communicate with him on a regular basis. We are figuring out how it will all work for everyone concerned, daily. Time changes and schedules make it interesting.

We received a phone call Thursday night around 10:45, the time I was just laying aside my sewing to go and take a mother-in-law had fallen, and it looked like she may have broken her hip. My husband and I packed a small overnighter and headed out to make the two hour drive to the hospital. I am thankful to report she has come through surgery remarkably well and is being transferred to a rehab center today.

Tomorrow brings another adventure. My beautiful daughter is turning 17 on Wednesday, so just the two of us are making a junket to Richmond for a couple days. She is a" museumy" type of gal and there are some museums she wants to visit in this city.

I told George I loved him today; I realized he has established residence in my heart now. I still miss my Penny sleeping beside me at night, George prefers sleeping on a bedside chair instead, but he is here to stay. Therefore, I scattered a few here and there photos of him, being George, and all.

at the shore cum amica mea

So it was that on Thursday afternoon we headed out to the beach, two young girls (Charlotte and her friend), me and my friend, and Rancher, ...