Saturday, March 30, 2002
After putting her children to bed, a mother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard her three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like "We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo while I asked, "No, how are we alike?" "You're both old," he replied.
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."
I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"
Our five-year-old son Mark couldn't wait to tell his father about the movie we had watched on television, "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." The scenes with the submarine and the giant octopus had kept him wide-eyed. In the middle of the telling, my husband interrupted Mark, "What caused the submarine to sink?" With a look of incredulity Mark replied, "Dad, it was the 20,000 leaks!"
When my grandson, Billy, and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."
When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised. "Mine says I'm four."
A second grader came home from school and said to her mother, "Mom, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The mother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "how do you make babies?" "It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'."
Friday, March 29, 2002
Our pastor's wife said something last Sunday that has really stuck with me. She said something that really bothers her in the story of the Crucifixion is not so much that Jesus died... after all, that's what He came to do, for our salvation... but how awfully rude the people were to him about it. Jeering and spitting on him and beating him and all that... That was not necessary! I've been told that dying on a cross is one of the most painful, excruciating deaths there is. Wasn't that enough? Why did the people have to be so mean to Him on top of that?
As I thought about this, I decided that probably the shadow of the Cross was weighing so heavily on Him at this point in time, that maybe the rudeness was just a minor nuisance... but I also find it comforting to know that He understands when people annoy us and are out-right rude to us. He has been there!
"Oh My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will."
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
And here are the lyrics I was looking for!
WHEN HE WAS ON THE CROSS, I WAS ON HIS MIND
I’m not on an ego trip, I’m nothing on my own
I make mistakes and sometimes slip
Just common flesh and bone
But I’ll prove some day just why I say
I’m of a special kind
For when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
A look of love was on His face
The thorns were in His head
The blood was on that scarlet robe
And stained it crimson red
Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
For when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
He knew me, yet He loved me
He whose glory makes the Heaven’s shine
So unworthy, of such mercy
For when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
For when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
You Can't Re-Read Phone Calls
~~by Nancy Campbell
I realized this in January 1999 when my mother passed away to be with the Lord. My parents lived in New Zealand and we are here in USA. I have always kept in touch by letter but before, during and after the Christmas season I was so busy with people coming and going that I didn't get time to write. Of course we were communicating by phone. On one of my last calls to my mother I asked her what she was doing.
"Oh, I'm looking through the photos and re-reading all the letters," she replied. I felt very convicted. Oh why hadn't I written a letter since Christmas! She could be re-reading a more current letter. I realized that even though phone calls are special and we can hear one another's voices, we can't re-read phone calls! At this time, although she was getting weaker, we didn't realize how ill she was. I booked a fare to get back to see her. In the end I had to get an earlier flight, but sadly I didn't make it to New Zealand in time. She passed away on my journey home.
Over two years before this, I decided to do a Memory Book for my parents. I wrote to friends and family all over the world asking them to write an incident they remembered of their lives and received so many wonderful memories and stories. I was still working on it in January and planned to take the book back to New Zealand on my visit. On the way over, I wrote a poem for my mother to celebrate her saintly life. I planned to read it to her when I arrived, but sadly she never got to hear it. I had left it too late!
Phone calls are a fading memory but the written word lasts!
If you have parents and other members of your family far away from you, phone them of course. What would we do without our telecom system today? But don't forget to write too. Phone calls are a fading memory but written words last! They can be read over and over again. They can affect a person's life. They can be preserved for future generations.
It is so easy with our modern communication to forget about the old art of writing. We must not lose it. Autobiographies, biographies and memories of past generations are written because people took the time to write! Oh I know it takes time. It takes discipline to sit down and put our thoughts on paper. A phone call is much easier - but remember it will never be re-read.
Think of all the ways you can write memories. Write to your parents and your family and ask them to keep your letters. It will be a record of your lives. You may like to take up my idea and do a Memory Book of your parents. But start in plenty of time. I started when my parents were 80 years of age! I think it would be better to start when they are in their fifties! This memory of their lives will not only be a blessing to them, but also a record of their lives for your children and grandchildren and the generations to come.
Ask your father and he'll tell you!
It is also important to write down the stories our parents tell us and to ferret from them as much history of their lives and their parents' lives as we can. At present, my father is staying with us here in Tennessee and I am taking this opportunity to write down as much as he can tell me. Actually, the Bible tells us to do this. Deuteronomy 32:7 says, "Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee: thy elders, and they will tell thee." Once again, can I encourage you to not wait too long before you do this? We don't always have our parents with us. Even as my father and I have talked together these last few weeks, there are questions that are unanswered because my father hadn't asked his parents before they passed away!
At the moment, I am in the process of writing a legacy for our children - all the stories and memories that I can gather on both sides of the family. I'm also writing a legacy of the kind of character we want to pass on to our children, our grandchildren and following generations. It's still not finished, but I am plugging away at it.
Speak and write encouraging words to each other every day!
Think of the many ways you can to write encouraging words to your children. Write poems for their birthdays and special occasions or to remind them that you love them. They don't have to be great literary works. It's easy to write a rhyme if you take some time to think about it. I now write a poem for each of our grandchildren when they are born. I write about the circumstances concerning their birth and also an inspiring word for their future destiny. These memories can be kept to inspire them throughout their whole lives.
My gift to Pearl for the celebration of her first baby was a book of poems of her life. I wrote poems about the different stages of her life, the memories of her childhood and as she grew into womanhood. I think it is one of her most treasured possessions, and it will be a memory of her life for her children and grandchildren.
God commands us in Hebrews 3:12,13 to "encourage one another every day." We must remember to speak words of encouragement to each member of our family each day, but it is also important to write words of encouragement. You can do this at family meal times too. Write a card for your husband and each of your children with a special encouraging word in them and place the cards by their plate ready for them to read when they come to the table.
On another evening you could have a "Bless Daddy Night." A couple of days before get each of your children to start writing a letter, a card, or a poem for their father, telling him all the good things they can think of about him. These can be placed at Daddy's plate waiting for him to read. These can all be kept as "treasures" to read in years to come.
When my father arrived from New Zealand to stay with us we had a big family gathering - 26 of us altogether. I decided to write a limerick for each person. Instead of just typing the name on their Name Place Card I wrote a limerick about them - I had to think of 26 limericks! You will think of many other ways to write special memories for your family.
Try keeping a family journal!
It is also a good idea to keep a family journal. A personal journal is good, but I like a family journal, even though it is often hard to get everyone to write in it. The journal can be kept in a special place in the kitchen where anyone in the family can write about what is happening at the moment, or about a special incident of the day or whatever their thoughts are at the time. Visitors can write in it when they come. It becomes a memory of your lives and the people who are a part of your lives for the years to come.
This is very Biblical too. God commanded Moses to record the happenings of the children of Israel. Numbers 33:2 says, "And Moses wrote their goings out according to their journeys by the commandment of the Lord." When David was king of Israel, he appointed Jehoshaphat to be the "recorder" or the "remembrancer" of the happenings and events of the people of Israel. The Living Bible calls Jehoshaphat "the historian." 1 Chronicles 18:15. Mother, I know that in your busy days, it is hard to find time to journal, but perhaps you could appoint a 'historian' in your family who could be responsible to write the happenings of your family each day. Or even better, encourage the whole family to write in the family journal.
Communication is the spice and the delight of life. Keep encouraging one another daily. Keep phoning all your family and friends. But don't forget to write! It's only what you write that will be remembered correctly in the years ahead and for the future generations.
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
Here's a good article on The Art of Letter Writing that got me to thinking about this.
Monday, March 25, 2002
Christian Classics Ethereal Library Many classic Christian books in electronic format, free for the downloading!
Donna Young Many useful print-outs (worksheets, forms, coloring pages) for those who are educating children.
Thomas Kincaid e-Cards
30 Day Gourmet A great freezer-cooking plan. I was thinking you could get a few recipes from their website, but I guess you have to own the book to be able to log in to the recipe area. Still, I highly recommend the book: Freezer Cooking Manual from 30 Day Gourmet
World Connect Project My favorite place to start genealogy research!
Saturday, March 23, 2002
THE RICH FAMILY IN OUR CHURCH
by Eddie Ogan
I'll never forget Easter, 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died 5 years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money. By 1946 my older sisters were married, and my brothers had left home.
A month before Easter, the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially. When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering.
When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents, we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1. We made $20 on pot holders.
That month was one of the best of our lives. Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so we figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.
The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money be fore. That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering. We could hardly wait to get to church!
On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet. But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt so rich.
When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us girls put in a $20. As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes!
Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 bill and seventeen $1 bills. Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash.
We kids had had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our mom and dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the fork or the spoon that night. We had two knives which we passed around to whoever needed them.
I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor. That Easter Day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed that I didn't want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor! I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew we were poor. I decided I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time.
We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much.
Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor.
We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way. Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun-dried bricks, but they need money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?"
We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week. Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering. When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church."
Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100." We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus.
Friday, March 22, 2002
Does anyone do much entertaining any more? During the 16 years I've been married, we've done relatively little entertaining... nor have we been invited to others' homes very often. Is that a geographical thing or is it a generational thing? I've always heard about "southern hospitality" but since it's been many years since I've actually lived in the South I wonder if folks down there entertain their friends more than people around here do.
But then again everyone everywhere always seems to be so very, very busy... with work and school and church and recreational activities, that lots of people don't seem to even be in their own homes much any more, much less visiting friends. And when we *are* home we have computers (the internet), dozens of cable channels, videos, etc. to where we don't "need" to visit, or play games, or interact with other people at all to be "entertained." So I wonder... is "visiting" something else that is "gone with the wind?"
Take me back to Mayberry! I'd love to sit out on the porch and rock with Aunt Bea, while Andy plays his guitar, and Barney suggests goin' down to the fillin' station to get a bottle of pop! Doesn't that sound SO relaxing??
Well, anyway, what got me thinking about all of this was the this article: Hospitality vs. Entertaining
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Thursday, March 21, 2002
The girl I used to be....
And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes
And questioned reproachfully:
Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,
All the wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?
And as she spoke, I was very sad
For I wanted her to be pleased with me...
This slender girl from the shadowy past
The girl that I used to be.
So gently rising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet, and fair.
And I told her that these are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;
That silken robes, is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity.
My mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman that I am now
Pleased the girl I used to be.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
1/2 c. peanut butter
1 c. Spanish peanuts
5 oz. chow mein noodles
egg-shaped candy (jelly beans, M&Ms, malted milk eggs, etc.)
Melt butterscotch chips, add peanut butter and blend. Add peanuts and chow mein noodles and blend well. Form into nests on waxed paper and cookie sheet. Tuck several egg-shaped candies in the middle of the nests. Cool in refrigerator.
There came in the twilight a message to me;
Its quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,
Hath, as it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.
And on through the hours the quiet words ring
Like a low inspiration - "Do the next thing."
Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from Heaven,
Time, opportunity, guidance, are given.
Fear not tomorrows, Child of the King,
Trust them with Jesus, "Do the next thing."
Do it immediately; do it with prayer;
Do it reliantly, casting all care;
Do it with reverence, tracing His Hand
Who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence, safe neath His wing,
Leave all resultings, "Do the next thing."
Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
(Working or suffering) be thy demeanor,
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance be thy psalm,
Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing,
Then, as He beckons thee "Do the next thing."
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Of all the Anne books, (there are 8) it's a toss up between the first one, Anne of Green Gables, and the last one, Rilla of Ingleside, as to which is my favorite. I think I lean a little bit toward favoring Rilla the most. It's a beautiful coming-of-age story about Anne's youngest daughter set during World War I.
Here are some good links to all-things-Anne!
Sullivan Entertainment (the movies)
Project Gutenberg (e-text of several of the books)
Virtual Green Gables (on the official PEI website)
The books at Amazon.com
Monday, March 18, 2002
Motel Postcards from the Era of the Open Road (Some of these are an absolute hoot... what they considered good advertising points!)
Gallery of Regrettable Food (Seriously!)
The Comics (Really bad newspaper comic strips.)
1940s Hairstyles (I'm gonna try some of these one of these days! LOL!)
Lum & Abner (another page on my website about my all-time favorite OTR show)
Country Stationery (adorable stationery, cards, labels, lists, etc.)
Household Notebook Forms (calendars, to-do lists, chore charts, etc.)
Forms & Worksheets for Family & Homeschool
Scrapbooking Clipart (very cute line art that you can color on your computer or by hand)
Scrapbooking Clipart (lots of free samples, check the various pages for samples of each theme)
For the kids:
Making Friends Paper Dolls (mix and match for all sorts of themes)
Links to lots more paper dolls
Links to lots of coloring pages
Saturday, March 16, 2002
Might catch a dream from you.
You never know when a little word
Or something that you do
May open up a window
In a mind that seeks the light.
The way you teach may not matter at all,
But you never know - it might.
And just in case it could be
That another's life, through you,
Might change for the better
With a broader, brighter view,
It seems it might be worth a try
To do what you know is right.
The way you teach may not matter at all,
But you never know, it might.
There were other similar series that I enjoyed that were not a part of the Stratemeyer Syndicate, but some of them were probably produced in much the same way. These included Trixie Belden, Alfred Hitchcock and Three Investigators, The Boxcar Children, and others of a similar genre.
I've been exploring around the internet, taking a trip down memory lane. Here are some of the neat places I've found:
The Series Bookcase
Jinkies! It's a Trixie Belden Web Site!
Three Investigators Headquarters
Many of these books are now out-of-print, but you can often find them at public libraries. Here are a few that I did find still in print at Amazon.com:
Nancy Drew #1: The Secret of the Old Clock (facsimile of a first edition)
Hardy Boys #1: The Tower Treasure
Bobbsey Twins #1: Of Lakeport (revised edition)
Three Investigators #1: The Secret of Terror Castle (reissue edition)
The Boxcar Children, Books 1-4 (boxed reprint editions)
Thursday, March 14, 2002
The Cherry Ames Page
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Here's a great site for decluttering and getting your home under control... still working on it here!
Here are some a few more helpful websites I've found with ideas for decluttering. What it boils down to is that we just have too much stuff! Way too much stuff! Why is it so easy to accumulate and so hard to get rid of? Maybe that's why we think we have to work as hard as our grandmothers did at maintaining our homes. We have all these modern conveniences, but about 40 times as much "stuff"! And maintaining "stuff" is work!
Website for the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center
The lady in the gift shop gave us a Educational Resource Guide. It lists all sorts of activities that you can do to build a unit study about the Oregon Trail. It included a section of recipes. Here is one that intrigued me:
Trail Lemonade To make this proper you want real vinegar, one with the "mother" in it. If you don't already have it, ask around; it is like sharing and passing a sourdough starter. The lemon essence was often added to improve the flavor of brackish water found on the trail. This "lemonade" is refreshing. Some emigrants claimed that when ginger was added to cold water, a body could drink as much as one wanted without feeling bloated or get an achy stomach. Start with 1 cup real vinegar. Add cup of sugar (try raw sugar for a more authentic taste), 2 oz. Lemon essence, 2-3 cups water. Stir until sugar is dissolved. Taste. Adjust sweetness to your liking.
Okay, so does anybody have "real vinegar" with a "mother" in it? I never heard of that, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the "mother" must be some sort of fungus growing in it that keeps the vinegar fermented? Sounds absolutely nasty! Wonder what regular apple cider vinegar that you can buy at the grocery store would taste like. And what is "lemon essence"? Is that different than lemon juice?
Honestly, I'd be willing to give some of these old pioneer recipes a try if I knew where to get the ingredients! I'm not sure that we would actually like them, but it would be a good learning experience, huh?
Prior to 1582, every year divisible by 4 was a leap year. Since a year contains only 365.242199 days (slightly less than 365.25 days), an error of ten days accumulated over the centuries. To compensate for this error, Pope Gregory XIII (after whom the Gregorian Calendar is named) decreed that the ten days between October 5, 1582 and October 14, 1582 would be eliminated from the calendar. This made October 1582 the shortest month, with only 21 days. After 1582, years divisible by 100 are not leap years unless they are also divisible by 400.
Is that not weird? What about the people who were born during those 10 days? Did they not get a birthday? It makes researching genealogy during that era very interesting to say the least!
Saturday, March 9, 2002
I did read one site that was by a doctor whose theory was that all head-aches (migraines included) were caused by caffeine-withdrawal. In other words, if you were used to having caffeine and then went too long without it you would get a head-ache. That can't have been the cause of yesterday's head-ache, because I did have my coffee yesterday! Interesting theory, though.
Caffeine and Headaches
Friday, March 8, 2002
You can raise a crop of babies on almost any land;
In fact, you need a little grit, and just a little sand.
And lots of love and laughter, to make them grow up strong,
Yet folks with lots of babies somehow seem to get along.
I don't say they are useful, quite, as cars and pigs and such,
But they're a grand crop in themselves, and worth ten times as much.
So don't forget the babies when you're planning for your farm -
A few about you underfoot won't do a bit of harm.
And when your hair is growing gray and years are growing long,
Your heart, instead of drying up, will hold a merry song,
For babies have a way with them of growing strong and tall
And make such dandy leaning posts as life's spring turns to fall!
Thursday, March 7, 2002
Birds and Blooms
Springtime in the Ozarks
For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the
earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in
our land. --Song of Solomon 2:11
Wednesday, March 6, 2002
For food and drink and happy days
Accept our gratitude and praise.
In serving others, Lord may we,
Express our deepest thanks to thee. Amen.
Looks like that "dusty ol' book" is still in print! Must be a good one to have stayed around this long. Eleanor of Aquitaine and the Four Kings
Who was she? http://www.womeninworldhistory.com/heroine2.html
Tuesday, March 5, 2002
I think recording our day-to-day lives is very important... for our children and others who come after us, and also for our future-selves, to look back at where we've come from. I'll add some links to articles about journaling as I find them... hopefully this will inspire me to get started again, writing down all the things I want my children to know.
The Tradition of Journaling.
So You Think Your Life Is Boring?
Creating Journals for You
Inspired to Journal
"This shall be written for the generation to come; and the people which shall be created shall praise the Lord." Psalm 102:18
Monday, March 4, 2002
She watches over the ways of her household, And does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her: "Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all." Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands, And let her own works praise her in the gates.
Welcome to my "blog" site. I tried this once about a year ago, but wasn't sure what direction I wanted to go with it. After all, I have a regular website... but finally I've decided that I would like to have a quick and easy place to go to quickly jot down some of my ideas and thoughts as I'm surfing the web. I'm always coming across an interesting website or article, so I'll bookmark it... and then later I'll forget about it... or come across it so much later that I'll forget why I bookmarked it to start with. So I thought this way I could comment on places I find... and share some of what I think about along the way. Maybe you'll find something you enjoy here, too.
But, to start with, I gotta this place decorated! That's the first thing I always do when I move into a new house. I can't feel at home until I have my curtains up and my pictures on the walls! So I'm off to find some pretty graphics!
Watch for more "content" soon!