No time to blog...

BUT I just heard about this great blog that I had to share. It is from a woman dedicated to cooking 365 days in her crockpot, posting the recipes and writing reviews...with children eating the food. I am not a big crockpot fan, but boy she has inspired me, wow! Looks like a run to the Green Barn for veggies is needed to try some of these recipes this next week.

http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/

The Day After Thanksgiving

...has always been Christmas tree day!

The tides are changing. Family traditions that have always been aaaall effort on my part are becoming all effort on the children's part and just supervision on my part. I make spiced cider and treats while the children clean the living room, haul the boxes in and test the lights.

Oh...and clean up!

Finally, it isn't such a chore.

Jacob supervising the *which lights work? Which lights do we throw out?* Then there is Micah who walked on a pile of plugged in lights(who could blame him, they were begging for it!) and popped several bulbs.

Sorting the branches and fluffing them up. Yes, we are fakers. We bought this tree the first year we were married and it has been with us ever since.

I assemble the tree. No one else is allowed to do it. I am goofy about this, but each tier of branches MUST have two complete winds of lights before placing the next tier on. Thank you Dawn for teaching me this! She has the most beautiful trees!



"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care..."

All done. Turn on the lights and everyone squeezes their head under the tree to stare up inside. Aaaahhh.... Whoever finds the green glass pickle gets a candy...A Polish thing

And here are three words Gracie has been hearing the most today. No, don't & touch.

"No, Grace." "Gracie, don't touch" "No, no" "Grace!" and every combination thereof.

This is the worst age! The tree has been up 10 hours and I have already lost 5 bulbs. One she ate, literally took a bite out of it. Paul held her over the sink while I used a bulb syringe, propped her mouth open and rinsed her mouth out. I have never had a child so infatuated with the tree. Yes, I know there are plastic bulbs. I tried them once. I'd rather wait and see if this child-training thing will work again. We'll see.

"Pretty..."

"I will try, I promise."

Question of the Day: Emma(6) "Mamma? Is it true if a deer puts its legs out and flaps, I mean runs, really hard can it really fly?"

Oh. And did you notice the pregnancy countdown?

I have gone from triple digits to double digits. Woohoo!

Privileges...

I pray you all have a blessed Thanksgiving,

thankful to God alone for His abundant blessings and mercy.

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O Lord God,

Teach me to know that grace precedes,

accompanies, and follows my salvation,

that it sustains the redeemed soul,

that not one link of it s chain can ever break.

From Calvary's cross wave upon wave of grace

reaches me,

deals with my sin,

washes me clean,

renews my heart,

strengthens my will,

draws out my affection,

kindles a flame in my soul,

rules throughout my inner man,

consecrates my every thought, word, work,

teaches me thy immeasurable love.

How great are my privileges in Christ Jesus!

Without him I stand far off, a stranger, an outcast;

in him I draw near and touch his kingly sceptre,

Without him I dare not lift up my guilty eyes;

in him I gaze upon my Father-God and Friends,

Without him I hide my lips in trembling shame;

in him I open my mouth in petition and praise,

Without him all is wrath and consuming fire;

in him is all love, and the reposed of my soul,

Without him is gaping hell below me, and eternal anguish;

in him its gates are barred to me by his precious blood.

Without him darkness spreads its horrors in front;

in him an eternity of glory is my boundless horizon.

Without him all with me is terror and dismay,

in him ever accusation is charmed into joy and peace.

Without him all things external call for my condemnation;

in him they minister to my comfort,

and are to be enjoyed with thanksgiving.

Praise be to thee for grace,

and for the unspeakable gift of Jesus.

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my favorite devotional all ladies should own...Valley of Vision - old Puritan writings...

Knives, Dogs and a Handsome Man

"I am a hunter. I got knife-es and guns, I keep you safe"

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I shaved my dog bald, she won't come near me.

She runs behind the rocking chair when I come in the room. I feel bad, I really do.

As I am typing, she is cramming herself under the shelf of the puter desk, hiding.

I don't know why she doesn't just go downstairs.

This is what she was bred to look like.

Regal and arrogant. From the palaces of China.

This is what happened.

This dog is absolutely disgusting in the fact she is sooo submissive. She rolls over if you even look at her funny. But she is my dog and I love her. Yes, Renee, this is your dogs full blood sister. I can't help but think of what my husband used to say years ago...can I say this? ... "Did yo mamma hit you wit do ugly stick?" He'd never say that now, and it might just disappear from my blog once he sees it, lol!

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I get to go on a date with the most handsome man in Whatcom County tonight. You might spy us having dinner together in some low lit restaurant or shopping hand in hand at Yeager's, Freddies or Walmart. Either way, he's mine and he's a keeper and I can't WAIT to go on a date with him. Oh, and it's Tuesday night. Could this night get any better?

Operation Red Flag

Fighter Pilot: Operation Red Flag 48:29 minutes

You all remember our big trip this last Fall to California? One of our stops was to the Evergreen Aviation Museum and we saw this amazing movie called Fighter Pilot in Imax. The children had never been to am Imax film and it was truly amazing. It is not your average film on fighter pilots with huge egos and rock music, it is a non-fictional account of a world wide training exercise that really takes place in Nevada with hundreds of aircraft *fighting* each other. True enemies from all different countries.

Anyhow wives, sisters, I highly recommend watching this movie on Hulu(Free!). The men in your family will like it and I bet you will too. We were excited to find it there and sat down with a big batch of kettle corn and hot apple cider and watched it last night. Even on the little computer screen it just thrilled us! You know how fighter pilot films are usually set to heavy metal music? This one is set to classical! Yay! We enjoyed that aspect. There is a deep sense of respect for those who have died for our county. Excellent. Not Christian, but very clean.

Our review warning- One 5 sec scene of a military man and woman celebrating and obviously drinking a beer and the man who the documentary is on believes his grandpa's spirit is protecting him, though it is all subtle and easily explainable to the little ones.

EMMA'SKISMSLIST

I promised I'd find something cute and fun to blog about and I am delivering...o.k., I think it is at least. For all you first time mothers of 5-7 year olds that are just learning to read and write...never, and I mean NEVER throw a way a piece of paper that *looks* like it just has practice letters on it!

My daughter Emma looooves writing, always has, up until the last few months her notes never made sense and usually looked like a malfunctioning typewriter. I found this on the floor, under the kitchen table and just about threw it out. But, as the curious mother I am, I had to try to read it first.

I circled what I thought were single items, then deciphered.

Title: EMMA'SKISMSLIST - Translation "Emma's Christmas List"

1. nEWti-re - A "new tire" for her bike

2. STUFEE CHIKEN - a "stuffed animal chicken", we call them *stuffies*

3. ArtSPLiS - "Art supplies"

4. FlOWeR - no translation needed, good spelling!

5. teeset

6. MY little Ponie's

7. Sooeen Stef - "Sewing stuff"

8. slinky

9 apickr of a hos - this one stumped me as the letters were backwards so I took it to Emma and she said it is "A picture of a horse" for her wall.

And that is one great Christmas list!

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Anyone who knows me well, knows that numbers and I do not get along. They actually created a class for me my senior year to fulfil the requirement needed to graduate called Basic Math. There were 5 students total, if that. Now as humiliating as it is to admit this on my blog, I can completely function as an adult. I can find percentages, shop sale prices, find costs per ounces/pounds...you know the stuff you NEED to know. I am not dumb, just do not throw algebra, geometry or calculus at me. I flunked Algebra 1. Mr Timmer was a kind sweet soul with chalk in the crevices of his large hands. He spent lots of time with me, but my mind just blocked up this wall and well...I graduated acing Basic Math.

So now, here I am 16 yrs later and a math teacher being drug through math class again. Not just the grade level I'd *prefer* to teach but preparing to be drug through high school AGAIN, kicking and screaming. That is one area us homeschooling mothers benefit, by the time our children graduated, we have been to school as many times as we have children. I have gone through 3rd grade 4 times...bring it on.

SOOOoooo, my 6th grader comes to me Friday with "Mommy, I can not find my Math DVD with Mr. Demme and I need to learn dividing fractions"

O.k., don't panic...stay calm...I can pull this off. "Dear, Mommy doesn't have time right now, I am helping Emma, can I help you in a while?" (It was true!) "Um...sure, but I am already a lesson behind because I can't figure it out." {in walks Daddy home early from work, the math whiz} YEAH!!! I look up and blurt out "Honey your home!...Jessie is dividing fractions today!" Paul snickers as he knows my handicap well and immediately understands my underlying plead. "Oh, and Jacob is having trouble with long division(I can whip out a long div problem in seconds, btw, it is explaining it that I am not good at) My blessed hubby who truly *completes me* takes off his hat, throws the mail on the counter, sits down, grabs a pencil and starts in. 45 minutes later I have two happy children looking forward to math next week and all assignments completed & turned in. {sigh}

Isn't He amazing?

O.k., this is fascinating. I'm a homeschool mom, what can I say? I got this email tonight and it was really neat! It just boggles my mind that the earth was created first by God, then the universe...therefore we are the center of the universe, we are the reason it was created. Nothing existed before the day God created the Earth. The space beyond our universe is so immense no one can wrap their mind around it, yet our God is still *bigger* and controls it all. I love pictures like these that try to bring things into perspective.

It gets hard to read. That little orange dot is our Sun.

Arcturus, from the previous picture, is to the left of the white star Rigel.

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Antares is the 15th brightest star in the sky. It is more than 1000 light years away.

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"Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows."

Matt 10:29-31

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In Luke 12:6 Jesus says 'and yet not one of them{sparrows} is forgotten' which means *to treat with inattention or disregard - to not notice*...the sparrows...He picked the most common bird. Not one of the millions of sparrows on this earth at any time is treated without the direct attention/care of God - yet we are more valuable than many.

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Isn't He amazing?

Friday

I hereby promise to find something cute and fun to blog about by tomorrow.

I have been sick all this week and it bothers me for two reasons. 1. I do not like taking meds, but if I don't' take them, my head becomes so congested I can't hear. You know the feeling. 2. My husband kindly reminded me that the last four months of my last pregnancy were just like this. I called it pregnancy allergies(she was born in July), but who is going to develope allergies in the winter? Now I am starting to think it is pregnancy related(rhinitis of pregnancy) and I may have to live happily with it for my last 3.5 months. I can, if it is worth another baby!

Paul is FINALLY on a normal work schedule and is off at noon today...YEAH!! That means I get to go to Second Chance ALL BY MYSELF after stopping at The Woods for a mocha half the chocolate, whole milk, hold the the whip. That excites me.

Well, my bed isn't made, school isn't started, the children are feeding themselves and I have two loads of folded laundry sitting on my bedroom floor to put away and it is 8:28am...duty calls.

Still sick.

While sitting at my keyboard early this morning waiting for my head to unplug so I can hear and think, this lands in front of me.

For those of you who do not have boys of age yet, this is the too often seen Nerf dart.





And this is what sweet little boys use their Nerf darts for. From Jacob :)

Thankful

My husband almost got shot tonight, what did yours do?


I had no want to post for the next few days, but my husband is now one of the few who can say he has heard a 357 bullet whiz feet from his head. I am just thankful I still have him.

Paul and the boys were out shooting bow and arrow when Daniel came running in the house out of breath. He was crying and I asked him to calm down and tell mommy what is the matter. He said "Daddy is shot...I mean, Daddy almost got shot, he heard the bullet!" I asked him if Daddy was ok as I threw on my shoes..."Yes, he is o.k., he is not hurt" Daniel says through tears. Paul was out in our field target practicing with his bow and said he could hear people quite far away shooting off rounds from a gun. He heard a gun go off and then a couple seconds went by and he heard a bullet rush just over his head. He said it was a very distinct sound he will never forget. Immediately it hit something behind him.

He yelled at the top of his lungs "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" and I can imagine his voice thundered as we had a field full of children running around. The gunfire stopped and the countryside went silent. My white faced husband then jumped in his truck and left. I hear he found the guys pretty quick and confronted the practice shooters who had already moved their targets that were facing our house to facing away from our house. They had a talk. They said they heard clearly from over 1/2m away "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" LOL!! He must have really yelled! I startled all of them.

So he comes home takes a deep breath and we looked for where he thought the bullet had hit and landed but found nothing, at first. A gentleman said it was a 357 handgun, not a small gun, but we didn't expect to see that after traveling that far the bullet had gone just over Pauls head then went right through the exterior metal wall on his shop(the first picture I posted WAS of a rivet, lol, you were right honey, pregnant brain). It left a hole the size of a dime, over 1/2" in diameter 7.5' up on the wall. That was scary. The gentleman came over later that night and thoroughly apologized and even gave us a bag of prime elk meats and sausages. He even offered to pay to patch the hole in the side of the shop! He was pretty shaken, too. That made ME feel better as I was ready to call the Sheriff, but Paul said he made his point very well at their original *talk* and after the personal apology he felt very good about it all. Whew.

Life on pause...and thoughts

Life is on pause. I am sick, actually yucky enough to make me lay down for an hour or so, wow! Gracie, Micah and Emma are, too. I had *one of those nights* the other night. I had not slept more than a couple hours Tues and Wed night and was running on fumes during the days. Knowing our Big Trip was Friday, of course, Thursday night was rotten sleep too. We shopped aaall day Friday and just had a WONderful time. By the end of the evening my legs were well medicated and everything in me just wanted my bed! I arrived home at 11pm Friday night, took Sudafed, half a sleeping pill, and crawled in my nice warm bed. Aaaahh. No sooner had my head hit the pillow and Gracie was crying. She had come down with a cold, too, poor thing! Long story short, I got up and down with her until 4am which was hard working against that sleeping pill and all that self-pity. I went through Saturday in a haze. It was my daughters 12th birthday, I managed to get her birthday dinner done and that was about it. Her custom dinner was Stromboli, uncut green beans, fruit salad and garlic roasted shrimp. I bought an omelet maker at Second Chance for the children and Jess found out she could cook individual birthday cakes in it. So every one had a personal birthday cake!

I can not believe I have a twelve year old daughter! She is SUCH a blessing to us and the people around her. You know those older women who threaten you with "it only gets worse" then go on to discourage you with talks of rebellious teens? Well, I am not going to listen to them. I am standing on the edge looking over the cliff. Thanks be to God, he has shown me this is not the way He intended it to be. It is not normal and after coming to SBCC we've witnessed this odd phenomena. Teenage daughters leaning against their mothers shoulders during church, they hold hands or look into their mothers eyes for counsel and with that same sense of adoration you see from a 5 year old. Rebellion should be the exception, not the rule. I pray for this in my daughter and I want her heart like nothing else. She knows it. She appreciates it. I hope to be a woman who can stand in 10 years and encourage others to have godly teenagers like many I have gleaned from already. The Lord is our wisdom, strength and stronghold through these years I will joyfully take them head on with His leading.

Happy birthday Jessica!

P.s. My camera is better than yours. Brat.

Again the dog gone thing would not load properly.

Here is our 2008 family ornament, isn't it cute?!

Stats for the day..

1. My sister and I go on our annual bussed shopping trip with Sunrise Church tomorrow aaaaaaaall day in Seattle. I am giddy.

2. Emma and I are sick with our first head cold of the season. What great health we have had this year! The children are babying me with tea and hugs and kisses, but I am going to spend a couple hours on the couch.

3. I am finding nothing fits and have put up the white flag. I am officially wearing maternity clothes now. I waited as long as I could. Ugh.

4. Daddy will be staying home tomorrow with 6 children eagerly awaiting a day with him AND doing a half day of school! I tried to con him into a whole day, but he wasn't convince, can't blame him. I love coming home after our yearly shopping day, because I get smothered with kisses and flattery for the next week...from my husband.

5. Have a great weekend!

I had to chuckle. I was correcting the children's schoolwork for the week when I found this English lesson done with such enthusiasm! This is my Daniel. I do not have to check his work until the end of the week, he takes his assignments and everyone is completed. He is a perfectionist. Rarely is there a mistake and it is head down diligence with him. Can I order them all this way?! Just look at those happy answers! Every one has an exclamation mark!

Murphy's Law and mountains to die on

So, I had to run the children to piano lessons this afternoon. I threw my hair in a bun clip, no make-up & old jumper and out the door I went...so housewife, not thinking I'd leave my truck. But I passed by this quaint antique store in downtown Lynden and it called my name. Maybe this time it would have that wall oil lamp I have been watching for? I ran in and had a look-see...no lamp. Happily, I did not see anyone I knew...this is Lynden after all...remember the joke? I am related to most of them and unfortunately that is true...I am. I was walking the sidewalk back to my truck when two young men approached, and I immediately recognized one as Caleb Breakey from church...a writer for the Lynden Tribune. Oh NO. The young man approaches and I find myself being interviewed for their *talk on the street* type of article for the newspaper. Crud. And Caleb took pictures of me with a bun. A BUN, and my bad side at that. Not that I am vain...hmmm...o.k., maybe a little but I am dreading that paper. Maybe they will find my statement boring and not post the pic? Tomorrow will tell.

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Gracie, 15 months, is giving us glimpses of her sinful little heart. Unfortunately we knew she was born with this defect and there is nothing we can do to cure it. But we can work with it. She has been refusing to eat certain foods at the dinner table, then begging crackers after dinner. I have allowed(therefore trained) her to do this by GIVING her crackers after dinner. Well, tonight Daddy saw through it and put his foot down... thank you Daddy, I can be a weak one sometimes!





I offered Gracie banana, she ate it. Brussles sprouts, she ate them. Offered bites of my stew and she refused to touch the stuff...no matter what lay in the spoon. I told her in my sweetest mommy voice that she needs to eat her carrot(that is what my spoon pulled out of the stew) Gracie said/yelled "No! No!" Yes, like most children born with this birth defect, this is one of their first three words. I cut the little round carrot slice in three little triangles and lay it on her tray and told her if she wants her brownie for dessert, she must eat the carrot. She understood and reached for the brownie...I put the carrot up to her mouth and she pushed it away and said/yelled No! No! No! No!". Daddy said "This is a mountain worth dying on" & I grabbed my camera!! I have done this with five children before and when Daddy says he ain't giving in, he means it.

One stubborn ticked off little 15 month old. She was being doted on by me who hates to see her so upset, but then again she only yelled when you mentioned the word "carrot". She cried and cried and cried.

Do I need to explain what is being said and what she is doing with her hand? I think not.

Many minutes went by, like 20, and suddenly the lightbuld went on, she realized she was stuck in that chair until she ate her carrot and she picked one up and put it in her mouth with NO persuasion! I don't think we have had that happen that easily before.

But then again, we haven't had this large of a crowd of onlookers before either! We all clapped and with that she threw the other two pieces of carrot in her

mouth and ate'em up!

The room erupted in cheering and she was very proud...as was her Daddy.

MMMMmmmmm. And that brownie was worth it all........

And this is how you train your children not to be picky eaters.

Monday. Already living up to its bad name. ..

So I wasn't going to post for a couple days, but I thought this worthy.

I got up and really needed coffee. The children quietly do their morning bible reading right away. It is a very peaceful house for 15min and I seized this moment today to make coffee and snarf down my toast(I did my reading earlier!)

Pot #1. I added my four cups of water from our water pitcher, my two tablespoons of coffee grounds and hit Start. 4 minutes later I had a pot of coffee and grounds...shoot, the filter had caved in.

Pot #2 I empty the pot, wash the basket and fill the maker with the same coffee from the pot to re filter the grounds and recycle the coffee. Don't say ewe. I tap my fingers impatiently waiting. Finally, I pour my nice cup of coffee, grab my toast and head up the staircase. I plop in my chair take a bite of toast and a swig of coffee. YUCK!! It is nasty! I remember that I had put lemonade in our usual *water* pitcher for our Koinonia last night. Lemonade coffee. I am NOT calling Starbucks on this new discovery. Back down the staircase.

Pot #3. Fresh water, everything washed, fresh grounds(3rd batch) and as the children are all starting their morning bouncing off the walls, I quickly snarf down my cold toast and wonderful cup-o-coffee at the puter.

Gotta go direct energy.

Cuddles...

Gracie and *baby Jesus* cuddling this morning while the children put on their own play version of the Birth of Jesus.



I normally do not take pics of my kennels, but I found this adorable today. I have two litters totaling 9 puppies in one kennel. I had just added another bed as I found two pups sleeping on the newspaper. Instead of dividing up and sleeping in the two beds, they all piled on each other again in one bed. 9 puppies with Moose on top.

The Fate of Cuddles

Our family is known as being resourceful with our animals. If an animal can not be useful, it

A. Does not join our family

B. It gets eaten.

Some nice friends at church acquired a rabbit, Cuddles. Cuddles was a beautiful rabbit that grew to be quite large and never well...cuddled. This family tried and tried to tame Cuddles, but Cuddles just gave red swollen scratches. Over dinner one night Cuddles was jokingly offered to us. Paul made it clear we would love to have the rabbit, but only for one reason, and they knew that well. The family looked at their scratched up daughters and agreed our home would be wonderful! We have had Cuddles for a good six weeks and he/she has grown quite nicely. Here is a picture of Cuddles this afternoon...what do you think?

Can you say Shake n Bake?

Goooo'in to the chapel and I'm gonna get married...

I made an 11 year olds day today. She has wanted to do this for months after she found the hiding place of an oddly large box. She peeped in and something wonderful, satiny and familiar was in there. It was better than Beauty's dress, more exhilarating than Cinderellas ball gown, it was Mommy's REAL true wedding dress, the one she has only seen in pictures. And she got to touch it tonight. not ONLY touch it but put it on and learn what a pain it is to get in and out. I found I kept my hoopskirt(we didn't' attempt putting that on) which thrilled me, I thought I had rented it, not purchased! The train was all buttoned up and the girls' eyes sparkled as the beadwork dazzled in the bedroom light. Then, I let down the buttons. The train swept across our living room floor and seemed to go on forever. Oh the joy!

Lots of wrinkles, but pretty none-the-less.

Jacob encouraged me to try it on, I had to remind him brides don't have baby bellys, lol. I wish I would have tried it on before I become pregnant...just...to...see.....hmmmm.

Jacob demonstrating how to lift the veil after the minister pronounces you man and wife...

Then the first kiss...ewe, not by my brother!

She was so somber and trying not to step on the dress so

I told her to loosen up and get jiggy with it. She gave me this pose. I told her she needs to look cute as I will put these in an album at her real wedding.

Don't worry sweetheart, you have many, many years to be at home yet... ;)

"When the righteous increase, the people rejoice, But when a wicked man rules, people groan." Prob 29:2

One last political post, for now...



Barack is on the throne. Remember, this is no surprise to the Lord, he caused it to happen for His purposes. Though it bothers us to see a man like him soon to take control of our country, we must be in subjection to him, pray for him, honor and not curse him. Does God have limited control? Is He disappointed? Should we be worried and upset? I am hearing so much groaning from those around me and rightfully so! Last night I found a few scriptures for thought for those who are struggling with the outcome. Please email me with others you have found, I am making a compilation.


Jer 17:-9 "Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD And whose trust is the LORD. For he will be like a tree planted by the water, That extends its roots by a stream And will not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought Nor cease to yield fruit.
"The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?



Dan 2:37 "You, O king, are the king of kings, to whom the God of heaven has given the kingdom, the power, the strength and the glory;, and wherever the sons of men dwell, {or} the beasts of the field, or the birds of the sky, He has given {them} into your hand and has caused you to rule over them all.”




Dan 21:1 "It is He who changes the times and the epochs; He removes kings and establishes kings; He gives wisdom to wise men And knowledge to men of understanding. It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things; He knows what is in the darkness, And the light dwells with Him.”


Prov 21:1 “The king's heart is like channels of water in the hand of the LORD; He turns it wherever He wishes.”


Jer 27:6 God calls the king “His servant”.


Acts 17:26 ” and He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their habitation, that they would seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;”


Ps 155:3 “But our God is in the heavens; He does whatever He pleases.”


Amo 4:13 “For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind And declares to man what are His thoughts, He who makes dawn into darkness And treads on the high places of the earth, The LORD God of hosts is His name.”




Ex 22:28 "You shall not curse God, nor curse a ruler of your people.”


1 Tim 2:1 “First of all, then, I urge that entreaties and prayers, petitions and thanksgivings, be made on behalf of all men, for kings and all who are in authority,”

Rom 13:1 “Every person is to be in subjection to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those which exist are established by God.”


Rom 8:28 “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”


And lastly my favorite…

Psalm 146 “Praise the LORD!

Praise the LORD, O my soul!

I will praise the LORD while I live;

I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.

Do not trust in princes,

In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.

His spirit departs, he returns to the earth;

In that very day his thoughts perish.

How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,

Whose hope is in the LORD his God,

Who made heaven and earth, The sea and all that is in them;

Who keeps faith forever; Who executes justice for the oppressed;

Who gives food to the hungry.

The LORD sets the prisoners free.

The LORD opens {the eyes of} the blind;

The LORD raises up those who are bowed down;

The LORD loves the righteous;

The LORD protects the strangers;

He supports the fatherless and the widow,

But He thwarts the way of the wicked.

The LORD will reign forever,

Your God, O Zion, to all generations.

Praise the LORD!

Feel free to email me.

I know, I know...

I am not posting. We are having a fun filled week getting more school added to our school, does that makes sense? The children always get their bookwork done, it is the multi-grade family stuff(Story of the World, Biology(Apologia elementary series), Cantoring the Country) that I have not been as faithful in. Well this was the week to get back on the horse and on the horse we are.

I have a midwife appointment in an hour and a half to listen in on the little one and see how he's doing in there. I know he is fine because he doesn't stop kicking for much time at all! He may only be one pound, but he is all elephant.

Lunch to make and children to dress....