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I should post more often. What type of posts do you like best? Should I tell jokes? More poetry? More artwork? Recipes? Marital advice? (just kidding) Should I sing a song for you?

Today was the day that all days should be

My heart is so full, I'm starting to leak. In the form of a blogpost.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone in the world has it as good as me!

We are adding on to our house. My brother-in-law, who has sweet-carpentry-skills, comes every day to build, and Caleb and I enjoy hanging around and helping immensely. That is, we immensely enjoy helping. But we do hang around immensely. I can't vouch for the helping.
I have to say this. Sewing, Drawing, and Philosophizing about all things known to myself are lovely, fulfilling pasttimes, but they don't bring the same satisfaction that shoveling for hours, pulling nails, yanking boards around, and getting covered with concrete dust bring to one's inner area where satisfaction is typically stored. Uh-huh.

But today was unusually groovy. My younger brother and I squeezed into Nathanael's truck and we went to the Hardware store. I was already approximately filthy and I felt a certain pride in my hillbillyishness. Caleb and I munched popcorn that is always served hot there, and admired the store's selection of Diablo saw blades, and menacing hammers. After Nathanael had purchased the lumber he needed, we scooted back home. The glory of the cool morning nearly took my breath away, that and trying to avoid choking on my popcorn. Lo and behold, when we pulled into the driveway, my sister was there!! My adorable nephews were there too, to spend the day!! And oh I wish I could describe the...the...I don't know...the awesomeness of today!

A charter technician dropped by and I couldn't help but wonder what impression he got of us. The laundry basket was overflowing with mis-matched socks in the living room, and stuffed animals and toys for the nephews graced the premises. The whole house was ringing with the sound of Nathanael hammering away, and my sister's cooking permeated the vicinity with epicurean aromas. Caleb and little Boone were squirting eachother in the back yard with squirt guns, and little James was snoozing in his car seat, in the middle of the open floor, oblivious to the surrounding harmonious chaos. People...people....everywhere! I paused for a moment, taking it all in, and thought YES! This is IT! This is LIFE! This is how I want things to be like for as long as I live! Family. Together. Music. Productivity. Laughter. Noise. Sunshine. YES! Glory be to Him who is the Giver of all good things! Wow! Then, this evening, we went to a small party with friends, and I just felt so...blessed to have some incredible people to fellowship with! My face is still stiff from a perpetual grin. :)

Some people have a higher standard of living than I do, but most have it much, much worse. Though it is helpful to look to those richer than I to try and find humility, or to look at those poorer than I to learn to be content, comparison ultimately brings emptiness. It is when I turn my eyes to Him who gave me all things, without whom I'd be wallowing in my own sin, misery and self-absorption , that is when contentedness finds its place in my heart.

Lord, if it takes me a lifetime of blessing Your name to completely thank You for the mercies You have shown me this day, I praise You that You give me the chance of eternity to thank You for a lifetime of blessing, vapor though it is.

Today was the day that all days should be. Why? Because my King REIGNS!!

So...how was your day?

This is the latest model

I've been at it again

These are drawings I did of Winnie-the-Pooh. The sketchy drawing style is very difficult to achieve. Pooh is so cute! So it was worth it.

Dealing with Daylight: contemplations from my back lawn

This beautiful, sunny day taunts me.
It peeps in my window and beckons that I abandon my air conditioned abode for the breeze in my hair and the sunshine filtering speckled patterns of light and shade all around me.
"Ah," I say to the ladybug journeying my knee, "this is where I belong."
But days like this torment me. They demand my doting attention. I feel strangely guilty when I retreat indoors, knowing these days of gold are numbered in a pouch, spent every twenty four hours, never seen again.
I know that one day I shall lay, weak; my pouch of golden days nigh spent, my once strong legs feeble, my once smooth skin in need of ironing, my eager ears muffled, my curious eyes watery and dim. A beautiful, sunny day, much like this one, will peep through my tiny bedside window, beckoning, taunting me. Perhaps my dim eyes will water more than usual, my foggy mind will carry me back to the day I refused the beckon, trading bliss for a glowing computer screen. I shall mourn the gold I'd wasted.
Perhaps a sturdy grandson of mine will guide my gurney to the lawn, where the breeze will kiss my pale cheek once again, the ladybug will journey on my knee, the light and shade shall speckle my already speckled skin. Then the day shall taunt me no longer. I will have paid my debt.
"Ah," I shall sigh, "this is where I belong."

You too have a pouch. Spend it wisely.

"Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil." (Ephesians 5:15&16)