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I love the Lord as much as a broken person can; love and loved by my husband; blessed by 5 amazing little people who have helped me to learn much about me; grateful to serve even more as God gives them to me; blessed every day to be a home school teacher; college student; I hope to change the world by loving as many people as possible, because there is nothing greater than loving another.

Friday, January 23, 2009

My loving, tender daughter

So I forwarded an email to my children that was one of this, "add your own info." kinda emails. Samantha came out today and asked me, "What does significant mean?" I replied, "Important, worth noting." In that email, it said choose one word for your significant other. She put, "Mom". I, of course, in my current emotional state, started crying. I love my little, but really growing, girl.

My amazing son

So, I've been struggling through a few things and since my children are with me all day, and I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, plus the fact that I speak openly about my spiritual struggles with them, they all know I am working on my walk daily, just like they are. All that to say, I got a great email from my son, Jeremy. (odd, I know since we are together all day, but we email school work all the time from computer to computer, so sometimes we send little notes too) Here is what he found on an old file on his computer, which has my old hard drive.
Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master. He had no degree yet they called Him Teacher. He had no medicine, yet they called Him Healer. He had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crimes, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today. More than all that, He loves you and died so that you might live.
That's pretty amazing, but so true and is giving it all to THE LORD!

What is also amazing is how my son, at 11 years old, has the spiritual presence to send his mother encouragement at just the right time. I may not have much money, but what I do have is far more precious than gold. My family is amazing. My Lord is so gracious.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Waiting in Silence

I sit. I wait. I ponder. I contemplate. So much going around inside my mind, yet I am waiting in silence. I remember Joseph. Eight years he tarried before the time to move forward arrived. I sit impatiently. Eight years? How? My wait is unsettling. I ponder what if I...I contemplate maybe he.....The truth revealed in a flash of remembrance. Pain comes from my lack of self control. So, I sit. I wait. I ponder. Hoping he'll ask. Praying for wisdom and guidance to cover him. Sigh. I bite my lip and wait for later, whatever later brings.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Welcome to Kiev, FL

Our studies this week take us to the High Middle Ages of the Rus (Russia). We have studied music, architecture, and general history from their beginnings as Vikings, Vladimir, and on to Ivans, the Great and the Terrible. To celebrate the Moscow of old, also known as the Third Rome (Constantinople being Rome 2nd), we made a pot of steaming hot Borscht. This soup, made with beets, potatoes, carrots, onions and cabbage has fed Russians for centuries. Well, I'd say for the next few weeks of winter, it'll feed a few Floridians too! For the most part, it was a hit; although 3 of the 7 of us could do with fewer beets. We rounded it out with some kinda Russian food, rye bread grilled cheese. The bread is Russian, and I thought I'd add the cheese just in case the soup wasn't a hit. Over dinner we enjoyed some Russian Sacred Choral Music I wish I could have included a picture ~ the soup is beautiful and vibrant with all the rich vegetables! Mmmmmm good...we'll be eating Russian for lunch tomorrow too! Off to finish the evening with some American Idol...back to the USA!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Story of O-man

Who is O-man? Well, my dear husband, also called John, will be O-man on my blog. The name precedes our time together, but I like it so much it sticks. Years ago, O-man had no car and rode his 10-speed to and fro(really more speeds, but whatever). He would often go from working in the kitchen at Levrock's Seafood straight to a club ride (large group of bike riders). On such a day, when one of his duties at the restaurant was to cut many, many pounds of onions, he finished work and went straight to the club ride. He stunk, reeked in fact, of onions. This became a regular routine and thus the name, Onion Man became his. This was later shortened to O-man. He is know as O-man throughout the St. Pete cycling community. His custom Cannondale is inscribed,O-man (and Yahweh rocks). Thus the tale of O-man is revealed and you will no longer wonder, "Who is O-man?"

A Sweet Story about a Sweet Story

When my boys were small, I read Will You Take Care of Me? by Margaret Park Bridges again and again so my boys would always remember I would be here for them forever. Well, I continued that tradition with my girls, but somewhere along the way, the book got buried amongst the masses of books collected and dear Axel never got the chance to enjoy the story. Well, while purging recently (my big 6 book purge) I came across the book and read it to Axel. An instant favorite! He wants it in his book basket for bedtime stories. Sweet already, I know, but the candy just keeps coming.
Today, for his reading practice, Axel and I were deciding which book to read and he asked if he could read Will You Take of Me? I said sure and we snuggled up on the couch. I read the Momma parts. He read the little kangaroo parts. I could cry. It was so sweet and such a precious way for me to continue enjoying a story I have surely read 100 times.
For the future, I plan on saving this book and giving it to my first grand child. Then I will promptly find other copies to give to the rest. These are the sweet things I think of when I think of family.

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