Friday, December 31, 2004

For my daughters of destiny

"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other."
George Eliot

We are reading through Daughters of Destiny, compiled and edited by Noelle Wheeler Goforth,

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and are truly enjoying it. Sometimes it is a lovely thing to be reminded of the beauty of womanhood. Here are some beautiful gems:
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"Women's entire existence, in order to be a source of happiness to others as well as to herself, must be one of self-sacrifice. The first step in this royal pathway to all goodness and greatness, is to forget self. Self, with its miserable little cares and affections, is the root of all the wretchedness we cause to others, and all the misery we endure ourselves. Every effort we make to forget self, to leave self behind us, and to devote ourselves to the labor of making every person with whom we live with, happy, is rewarded by inner satisfaction and joy. The first step to becoming unselfish is to forget one's own comfort in order to seek that of others; the next, is to forget one's own pains and suffering, in order to alleviate those of others."
(Page 14)
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May it be this year that I am selfLESS and not selFISH to the glory of my Lord and the blessing of my family.
Warmly wishing you and yours a blessed new year,
Student of History

Hana An Ping Journey

I have been following a sweet friend's journey (as explained below) to China to meet their new daughter, Hana An Ping, and am continually amazed by their travels and eagerly await their meeting. They have yet to meet her and I look forward to the beautiful event. If you are even remotely interested in this beautiful journey, click here: China Journeys - Journey To Hana!

It must be hard to describe what they are experiencing in a few words - it is a monumental event for them. First to be in China and then to have the honor and priviledge of taking home a daughter. What an event!! My heart is full for them.



Monday, December 27, 2004

How to express it?

I am overwhelmed with the scope of grief and suffering as a result of the earthquake and tsunamis. How can we cope with such pain? The stories that are coming out of there are tragic and terrible. I am most affected by the pain of the parents who have lost their children - some even watched them get swallowed up by the water. It is utterly horrifying and I hope I never have to experience the aching sadness these parents will feel lifelong. My prayers are for their comfort – that the God of all comfort will truly make himself known to them. That they will know and understand that even in this terrible tragedy, He is there and can be their all in all. It seems trite in some ways to say these things, and I might feel that way were I in the place of the grieving parent, but perhaps not. Perhaps I would cling to the knowledge that,
“…though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride, the Lord is with us the God of Jacob is our stronghold.”
(Part of Psalm 46)
I hope I would cling to that. May His tender care be their comfort.
In His grip,

To find a daughter

A sweet family we know are in China right this very minute travelling to meet and bring home their new daughter, Hana An Ping. Here are some of her pictures as we await her arrival: Journey to Hana.

To our dear friends we pray safe travel, beautiful meeting, and uneventful adoption! We love you and admire you so much.


Saturday, December 25, 2004

What Child is This?

What child is this,who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste, to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,

Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear; for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come, peasant, King to own Him;
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him.

This, this is Christ the King! Let us be thankful - for unto us is born this day a Savior - which is Christ the Lord! May His face shine upon you and be gracious to you this day and all days. May you know His peace, His love, and His forgiveness.

Student of History

A poem to my dearest friends...

There are many ways to say them,
But we seldom take the time.
We sometimes choose to share our thoughts,
And occasionally make it rhyme.

Many friendships come our way in all peculiar forms,
Some may stay and some may go and some we truly mourn.
But those who make your soul alive and give it life and force;
Those are the ones that mean the most and help you stay the course.

Friends like these I have in measure more than most I think.
They walk with me through dark days when I feel I’m going to sink.
Their friendship means more than I will ever say;
Because words do not suffice for what the heart displays.

You are the kind of person that might not truly know;
You brighten up my life by the indwelling Savior’s glow.
For in your earthly shell, you are His loving emissary;
And you will never know how much it means to me and how very necessary.

With love,

Monday, December 20, 2004

I would just like to say...

~* Happy 19th Anniversary!! *~

To two people who have run the race thus far with an intensity, devotion, understanding, humility, humor, forgiveness, and zeal for what is good unlike any I have ever seen.

It is a blessing and an honor to be called your friend. May the Lord bless your future years with His grace, love, mercy, and tenderness, and lots of laughter for the rest of your days together.


Three rings for the elven kings under the sky...

Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone;
Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.
One ring to rule them all! One ring to find them;
One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness BIND them!
In the land of Mordor, where shadows lie.

I have been waiting to post my thoughts for days unnumbered! Fearing to reveal my thoughts to those who have not shared at the sweet meats of the extended version I have waited with doubtful patience. Grin.

I truly enjoyed the extended ROTK - much more than the theater version. Of course there was room for more - I mean who wouldn't want to see more of the Houses of Healing and the growing love between Faramir and Eowyn?! However, be that as it may - it was certainly better than nothing. I think it is safe to say that Peter Jackson did a bang-up job, but that he emphasized the muck and gore of LOTR more than the heart and soul. That said, there is not an equal to it!

The scene of Eomer when he discovers his beloved sister on the field of Pelennor was as heart wrenching as the written words of Tolkien; I think he would have been proud! It was a scene I have waited to see since last December. Thank you, PJ, for putting it back in; all brothers should feel this way for their sisters.

To have Faramir redeemed in such a lovely way - he certainly was not the enemy of Frodo in the book - did justice to the character he truly was. Ohh, it was lovely to be transported back to Middle Earth - if only for the night.

Some day we will all take the trip across the sea, let our hearts truly be ready to see the One and True King!



Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Today is the day!!

For all of your ROTK fans - today is the day! The extended version has come forth for all the world to see. Hurrah for you! Hurrah for me! Hurrah! Hurrah! For Gondor will be freed! (Think Pooh Bear.) :+)

We are looking forward to a long evening!

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Yesterday started the week in a lovely way. I am so thankful for prayers from dear friends (you know who you are) and that I can rest in the knowledge that God is all and is sufficient to help me see clearly what is good and right. Even in my tired morning state after a night of little sleep I can see clearly that anger does not achieve the righteousness of God - and that it is a choice. With my Savior's help I will not give way. Praise Him!

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Mind Mints for the week...

While staring at the ceiling last night in a futile attempt to sleep - go figure for I was tired - I opened up a new book entitled Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch by H. Rider Haggard (author of King Solomon's Mines).

It is an historical fiction book based in the Netherlands during the Spanish Occupation and the Inquisition of the 16th century. It is not for the faint of heart with regards to strong reformation thinking; for in this book the Spanish are the enemy! While it is fiction, it is historical fiction and is frankly difficult to read at times knowing the intense and often very cruel persecution the early reformers faced. In today's world of "tolerance" - at least the face of it anyway - it is truly hard to imagine such difficulties that faced these brave people.

I also finished reading a book I was not sure would be alright for my daughter (hence the necessity of reading it!) It is entitled Blue Willow and is written by Doris Gates. I found myself really pulling for the ten year old girl and her family forced into a life of cotton picking in the Central Valley of California after a failed farm in the Dust Bowl. You can feel the deep poverty and longing of this united family and the fierce battle within her to be courageous and brave in the face of a mean landlord; but there are also some very good adult role models. She struggles with her understanding and there are big concepts in this book. A good read aloud so mom or dad can explain.

That is all for now - I need a mocha! Have a lovely day and as Mrs. Booshay says,

Encourage One Another!

Friday, December 10, 2004

These are the days that try men's souls...

Or mine, anyway! I have had one of the most difficult weeks and my reaction was not what it ought to have been. My heart is grieved at my inability to be who I ought to be before God. I know it is He Who will work His will in me, but I have to be willing not only to be a hearer, but a doer as well. May you, my God, work your sovereign will and power in my life that I may be who You call me to be - even in the midst of my harried life.

You are my all in all!


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

December 7, 1941

To all the men who gave their lives, who served faithfully in our armed forced at Pearl Harbor, who gave the ultimate sacrifice, thank you. There were many who suffered such severe deaths that it is hard to write about them; trapped in their metal tombs for weeks under the water before death took them. These men are honored men - all of them - and I thank them. I know you will not know my thanks, I know you cannot read what I write, for you are gone; but you are not forgotten.


Monday, December 06, 2004

Sir Orfeo - a portion for the mind

We often read and written find,
as learned men do us remind,
that lays that now the harpers sing
are wrought of many a marvelous thing.
Some are of weal, and some of woe,
and some do joy and gladness know;
in some are guile and treachery told,
in some the deeds that chanced of old;
some are of jests and ribaldry,
and some are tales of Faerie.
Of all the things that men may heed
'tis most of love they sing indeed.

In Britain all these lays are writ,
there issued first in rhyming fit,
concerning adventures in those days
whereof the Britons made their lays;
for when they heard men anywhere
tell of adventures that there were,
they took their harps in their delight
and made a lay and named it right.

Of adventures that did once befall
some can I tell you, but not all.
Listen now, lordings good and true,
and 'Orfeo' I will sing to you.

Sir Orfeo was a king of old,
in England lordship high did hold;
valour he had and hardihood,
a courteous king whose gifts were good.
His father from King Pluto came,
his mother from Juno, king of fame,
who once of old as gods were named
for mighty deeds they did and claimed.
Sir Orfeo, too, all things beyond
of harping's sweet delight was fond,
and sure were all good harpers there
of him to earn them honour fair;
himself he loved to touch the harp
and pluck the strings with fingers sharp...

There dwelt his queen in fairest bliss,
whom men called Lady Heurodis,
of ladies then the one most fair
who ever flesh and blood did wear;
in her did grace and goodness dwell,
but none her loveliness can tell.

It so did chance in early May,
when glad and warm doth shine the day,
and gone are bitter winter showers,
and every field is filled with flowers,
on every branch the blossom blows,
in glory and in gladness grows,
the lady Heurodis, the queen,
two maidens fair to garden green
with her she took at drowsy tide
of noon to stroll by orchard-side,
to see the flowers there spread and spring
and hear the birds on branches sing.

... isn't it lovely? That is just the beginning!

Ahhh, lovely literature to fill the mind - I have my mint for the day.



(From this version.)

New Version of Pride and Prejudice - ACK!

I viewed pictures from the set:



What happened to their lovely hair and clothes? Oh my – this version looks so plain to me, and I understand it is only 2 hours long. How can it be? I know I can retreat to the lovely Firth/Ehle version, but I have such an issue with Miss. Knightly playing Miss. Bennet. It is so distasteful to me and she does not look the part at all. Sigh.

Dame Judi Dench is in it and Rosamund Pike (from Wives and Daughters), and I imagine they will do justice to their parts as they truly are great actresses, but I doubt the capabilities of Miss. Knightly. We shall see! The movie version comes out in 2005.

Distressed but persevering,

Christmas Factoids

A History of the Celebration of Christmas

will answer any questions about the origin of Christmas you may have. We really enjoy Christmas, but know that some folks have real questions about it. I sincerely love a good history lesson, and this is a good one.



Thursday, December 02, 2004

A poem for the heart of a mother...

By: Edgar A. Guest

I stood and watched him playing,
A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying
The years that used to be;
In him the boy was Maying
Who once belonged to me.

The selfsame brown his eyes were
As those that once I knew;
As glad and gay his cries were,
He owned his laughter, too.
His features, form and size were
My baby's, through and through.

His ears were those I'd sung to;
His chubby little hands
Were those that I had clung to;
His hair in golden strands
It seemed my heart was strung to
By love's unbroken bands.

With him I lived the old days
That seem so far away;
The beautiful and bold days
When he was here to play;
The sunny and the gold days
Of that remembered May.

I know not who he may be
Nor where his home may be,
But I shall every day be
In hope again to see
The image of the baby
Who once belonged to me.
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Lovely Christmas Book!

Annika's Secret Wish
(Book and CD)

This is one of the sweetest Christmas books to come along in a long time that you can buy here:
Annika's Secret Wish--Book and CD
I highly recommend that you do the one with the CD - it is beautifully put together! It is a story of sibling love and affection that is not often seen in today's books. If you are a person who enjoys gorgeous pictures and a good story with a realistic ending surrounding Christmas - you will love it.


Monday, November 29, 2004

Etended ROTK!


Click on the left of the screen for the long and detailed extended version trailer. It is not just of the movie, but of the 20 hours of extra stuff! SO exciting! December 14 - what will you be doing?

Happy viewing!

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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Mixed Nuts for the week!

Reading: Sir Orfeo
This is the last story in a book of three translated by J. R. R. Tolkien that were originally written by a medieval poet. The book is actually entitled Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, but it also includes Pearl, and Sir Orfeo. Sir Orfeo is the best of them all! It is a beautiful medieval lay; I only wish it was longer it was so lovely.

Listening: Eden's Bridge
Lovely Celtic Praise and Worship

Favorite Magazine: The Old Schoolhouse
I just love these folks!

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Frolic, Frivolity, and Frailty

We started off our Christmas decorating with a bang today! It is easy to do so with motivated children. My second daughter is especially so! We decorated three small trees tonight with Michael W. Smith's Christmas playing in the background. Talk about wonderful rich music! Some of it is lovely and contemplative while other pieces are great productions with symphony and chorus - it is really enjoyable many times through. I was thinking of my children during the more contemplative songs – how very blessed I am. Today was a tough day with the little one truly out of sorts. How does a child get in such a funk? She is the cutest thing and when she is happy she is very very happy and (like the poem) when she is bad she is horrid! That *is* an exaggeration of course, because she was not so much disobedient as she was so very unhappy today – and for no real reason.

I had the most vivid awful dream last night that my oldest beauty had died. It is impossible to describe the feelings this produced in me. I woke up feeling horribly sad. I know that God is sovereign and would wish it no other way, but the deep ache I can only imagine feeling was real in this dream – and it was only a dream – how much more devastating in life? How can a person go on after loosing an older child? How does one continue to be? I hope I never have to find out. Because of these things I try to keep it at the fore of my mind – that these small people who are growing up around me faster than the speed of sound – will not be here forever and to truly love and appreciate them. To train, enjoy, play with, learn from, listen to, watch, and genuinely love them – what a gift from God to me. Help me, Lord, not to forget them in the business of living and to remember that thanksgiving is not just once a year.

To begin the festive Christmas season - a poem!

By: Amelia Harper

Silver is as silver sounds -
A scintillating sight.
Silver flashes in the sun
And dances in the light.
Silver threads among the gold
Can garnish age with grace.
Silver sings the season in
With holly and with lace.
Silver in the pocket sounds
Like wealth beyond compare.
Silver settings sparkle add
To jewels rich and rare.
Silver shimmers and it shines
And once I even heard
That a silver bowl with fruit of gold
Is like a fitly spoken word.
(Copyrighted 2004)

This amazing author, Amelia Harper, is a delightful and talented friend. It is a blessing to call her so! I ooze appreciation for her because I truly admire her abilities so much. The charming fact that she loves to discuss all things Tolkien really endears her to me too. :+) It is a blessed thing to share good conversation with rich friends - rich in heart, mind, soul, and spirit.

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Thursday, November 25, 2004

On this Thanksgiving Day

Come, Thou Fount
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtorDaily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linenHow I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carryMe to realms of endless day.

This song is so beautiful to me. Come Thou fount of every blessing! He is the fount - truly.
I am so grateful! It is late, but I wanted to share just how thankful I am for His grace to me.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

I belong in...


I believe you belong in Pride and Prejudice; a
world of satire and true love. A world where
everything is crystal clear to the reader, and
yet where new things seem to be happening all
the time. You belong in a world where your
free-thought puts you above the silly masses,
and where bright eyes and intelligence are
enough to attract the arrogant
millionaire/prejudiced young person of your

Which Classic Novel do You Belong In?
By: Quizilla

Thank you to Buried Treasure: a Weblog (another newly discovered interesting blog) for this link. There certainly could be worse novels to be placed in! I happen to adore this one so I am perfectly happy. I have to say this quiz site is great fun.

And I found out what type of homeschooler I am according to their survey anyway!


Abraham Lincoln You have a Bible and a library
card what more could you possibly need? You
prefer the Charlotte Mason Method of reading
living books for everything: historical
fiction, biographies, real histories, nature
guides, etc. No soon-to-be-outdated textbooks
for you.

What Type of Homeschooler Are You?
By: Quizilla

Despite having a library card, I have to say that I sincerely enjoy owning (OK, and buying) good books, not just borrowing them. :+) Have fun!



Enough time has passed...

that I suppose I ought to continue the bloggah saga. :) In a bit of a funny mood today.

I have been enjoying some good blogs and on occasion, will comment. I do not know that I have much to add to the great conversation of the blogging world, but I suppose we all have to start somewhere! I have yet to share my blog with anyone except for two precious people: my dear husband and dear friend, DW. I always think of the best things to write when I am no where near available to write them!

Here are a few fab blogs for your thinking pleasure:

Coram Deo
Quiet Life

I discovered these from the WTM board - these are interesting ladies with delightful things to say. I appreciate their time and efforts and willingness to brighten my day. I only hope my blog will offer such mind mints!


On the study of theology... anyone care to comment on theonomy and reconstructionism? Are they worth studying and why or why not? I wish to understand these things from the perspective of someone who embraces them and from someone who does not. I love to talk theology. :+)

Well, that is all for now - I have children that need tending, training, and hugs.



Saturday, November 13, 2004

What is the point?

Sometimes I do not know why I do what I do, and other times I am certain. This is one of those times that I am not really sure. Why create a blog? Why spend the time and invest thinking into yet another thing? It has been on my mind for some time. Perhaps it is because I feel I have something to say; perhaps not. Perhaps you will not think I do, but I do not know if I will write for my readers - or if I will have any readers for that matter! I suppose I will figure it all out, but then again, perhaps I won't. Some things in this life are not clear at first, but later become so. Some things are never clear, and then there are those things that are revealed; from darkness to light. I have been spiritually regenerated - made a creature of the light - by He Who is able beyond all that I could have ever asked or thought. It was by Him, through Him, and to Him I owe all. Some things are clear.