Hind's Feet

Yesterday our dear 'Elizabeth' celebrated her 16th birthday. Even though, until now, our 'Fanny' has strictly been on Dr Michael Traub's Allergy Prevention plan for introducing solid foods to infants, we succumbed to the festive occasion and allowed our dear one to a small piece of unfrosted chocolate cake. Big mistake. She was wired until well past 4 a.m. :)

Victoria Magazine is coming back in print!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, happy day. Sweet, blissful, happy day.

Let Children Be Children by Penelope H. Bevan

No children in the house to play-- It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work is through, With no glad little folks to shout, No eager feet to race about, No youthful tongues to chatter on About the joy that's been and gone? The house might be a castle fine, But what a lonely place to dine! No children in the house at all, No fingermarks upon the wall, No corner where the toys are piled-- Sure indication of a child. No little lips to breathe the prayer That God shall keep you in His care, No glad caress and welcome sweet When night returns you to your street; No little lips a kiss to give-- Oh, what a lonely way to live! No children in the house! I fear We could not stand it half a year. What would we talk about at night, Plan for and work with all our might, Hold common dreams about and find True union of heart and mind, If we two had no greater care Than what we both should eat and wear? We never kn...

Mary is my first "completely homeschooled" daughter. She recently took her first standardized test and scored in the 95th percentile. I don't put much stock in test scores, but my state does, so I'm jazzed. ;) To top that off, here's a nice article in the Aussie news: Top marks for home-schooling (though I can't believe they *still* had to bring up the non-issue of socialization at the end of the article).

The Biblical Portrait of Women: Setting the Record Straight by John MacArthur

"I hope", said Gloriana warily, "that you are not going to suggest that I marry the American minister, because I won't do it. I've been reading about the Americans in a women's magazine and they're all cruel to their wives." "Cruel to their wives?" echoed the count. "Precisely. They treat them as equals. They refuse to make any decisions without consulting them. They load them up with worries they should keep to themselves. And when there isn't enough money, they send them out to work instead of earning more by their own efforts. Some of them even make their wives work so they can go to college. They are not men at all. They are men-women. And their wives are women-men. If I am to marry, I want a husband who will be a man and let me be a woman. I'll be able to handle him better that way." — "The Mouse That Roared" by Leonard Wibberley

Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:25, 26

It's funny how it leaves you for a bit, and you become unguarded, and merrily roll along and then WALLOP, up side the head it comes. Maybe you noticed the date, maybe you smelled a familiar scent, maybe you didn't do anything except suddenly start bawling at this thing or that for no apparent reason. No... just a cat hair in my eye. No... just allergies of some sort. No... Christians shouldn't be so sensitive, you're right. And you wonder what on earth has gotten into you. It's not hormones... not time to PMS or ovulate... and WHAM it hits you. You still miss them. Achingly so. How can your heart contain it? Why doesn't it just burst and dissipate into nothingness like a vapor? You want to run to them for comfort, but they aren't there to comfort you. You want to run away, but there is no where to go that grief won't find you.. walloping you and whamming you relentlessly like waves. Except. In the arms of Jesus. The Steadfast Love of the L...

I loved this post on Proverbs 31 by Sara in beautiful Montana

This post was removed for not being an apple of gold set in fine silver. (Proverbs 25:11) ;)

Happy Birthday "Lydia"! (Don't let her fool you with her candles, she's only four) ;)

Olive , "blobber", age 107. (Thanks Anne!)

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and it beats me all to heck It beats me all to heck, how I'll ever tend the farm Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do