Archive for September, 2009
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
Make up your mind, Self!
Conflicted? Yes. I bought these books at the same time.
One would have told me about “the hidden benefits of disorder, how crammed closets, cluttered offices, and on-the-fly planning make the world a better place.” I really wanted that to be true. Unfortunately, I never read the book–I couldn’t find it because I couldn’t remember whether it was in my crammed closet or cluttered office.
I bought them together and lost them together, but in the meantime I bought and am reading another copy of the one that tells me “It’s all too much” and that I need “an easy plan for living a richer life with less stuff.”
(Right there you have one of the reasons my husband’s been giving me for years that clutter is not good: you lose things and waste money.)
Well, turns out these books were in the cluttered office, supposedly my work room. I’ve taken to calling it the walk-in junk drawer. But that’s not going to last for long.
I unearthed the books in the midst of totally emptying the room so I can create a room I can love to be in. I’ll put back into the room only the things that belong there and that I want there.
Now I’ve told the world. So I better follow through. I’ll let you know.
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
This is still birth
On Felicity’s 1st birthday, Molly posted her photo and the poem that Felicity’s Uncle Karsten wrote for her funeral service.
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
Felicity Margaret Piper
Today is Felicity’s 2nd birthday, which means it is the 2nd anniversary since we lost her.
In the hospital room that night, her granddaddy laid his hand on her head and dedicated her to the Lord, with the same words that he’s spoken over hundreds of babies.
Only one part was different. We don’t have to pray “with the hope that she will belong wholly to God.” She is wholly his.
Sunday, September 20th, 2009
Happy Anniversary!
Six years ago today, you had no idea where God would have brought you by this day. You have blessed me and given me reason to pray a lot as I have watched you wading, sometimes floundering, in deep waters. God has never let go of you. I see him pulling you, carrying you forward. Forward, yes.
May this 7th year of your marriage be one of love, trust, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.
I love you both immensely.
Mom
