Archive for the My Family
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010
Actually, five
Last week, Abraham and Molly discovered she’s carrying twins.
Ever since Orison learned about the pregnancy, he’s been referring to the baby as she. No gentle warnings toward wait-and-see could shake his confidence.
Today Molly posted the video of Orison discovering he’s expecting not one sister, but two.
I love it near the end when he announces the number of children in the family, remembering Felicity.
Saturday, March 6th, 2010
A champion in the family
Outside, germinating seeds are competing with icy geodes. That means spring is near in Minnesota. And spring means the season of playoffs. And speaking of playoffs, our granddaughter Millie is advancing to the Minnesota State Spelling Bee.
Never one to deserve the taj of a dunce, Millie prepared pragmatically for the competition, poring over the libretto of words, words, words. Not even the beauty of the carmine setting sun could lure her from her spelling recitations.
Squashing the suspicion that such obscure words could have been assigned only through misanthropy, she pursued mastery of each word like a vigilante.
Through all this hard work, she wedged her way into the Regional Bee, adjacent to only one other 5th grader–both girls facing down the machismo of 7th and 8th graders. Millie held on obstinately to the end, through 11 rounds and a spell-off for 4th place.
By the end of the Bee, her father was in need of a tranquilizer.
If there had been a sashimi restaurant in town, that would have been a worthy place to celebrate.
Way to go, Millie!
Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
One day changes a life
Thirty years ago today, my husband preached his candidating sermon at Bethlehem Baptist Church. It was amazing to us that an old, established church like Bethlehem would consider a man who had never been a pastor before and had preached only a handful of times.
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
Let me brag on my son
A poem by our oldest, Karsten, is featured in a review of Cave Wall , a literary journal (page down alphabetically to C). Part of the review says:
Karsten Piper, has a knack for striking visual descriptions. In his poem, “The Jaw Harp,” he describes a man on the street playing a harp:
He plucked a shining harp
like nails and teeth untying knots.
His ancient throat-stone bobbed
beneath his collar, and ductile notes
spilled out among his fingers,
each chasing the one before,
before it echoed over the cliffs, away.This type of language is so physical and real, and is a recurring quality throughout this issue.
I wish I were a student in one of Karsten’s classes at Minnesota West Community College. It’s a sweet thing for a mother when her children surpass her.
Monday, January 11th, 2010
My hero
Happy birthday
to the
super man
who swept me off my feet
way back when.
Friday, January 8th, 2010
Thank you for our parents
Today I’m thinking especially about two people who have prayed for me by name almost every day.
One is my Mother. I’m visiting her this week.
I planned the trip a few weeks ago, but as usual, it was really God doing the planning so that I arrived at a very good time.
Mother was on a medication for an infection. The infection was improving, but the medication was getting her down in various ways.
So I have been here to spend some TLC on her. God has helped her so that she is feeling much better today.
The other person who prayed daily for me was my father-in-law, who is with his Lord now. Today is his birthday and my husband remembers his father at the Desiring God blog.
Thank you, Lord, for the prayers of our parents. Please help me to be that faithful on behalf of our children.
