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.