An Alcatraz Moment

 This life is so full of  . . . 

PRIVILEGES.

"Ay, . . . there's the rub!"

                                  - Shakespeare

Order my steps in thy word: and

let not any iniquity have dominion over me.   
   Psalm 119:133

 Amen.

While Visions Danced in Her Head

Ballerina-Angel was gifted with a vision on the night before Christmas.

"There was a giant field.  One side had "sinners" and the other had "Pentecostals".  On the sinner side people were dancing to country music.  On the Pentecostal side all the people (men, women and children) were carrying two chairs and a Bible.  On the count of "Three, Two, One . . ." all the Pentecostals came rushing out.  They set the chairs up and grabbed anyone that was available, and sat them down and brought them to Jesus." 

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night.

I Dreamed of a Buttercup

An
absolute
pixie
has
stolen
my
heart.

Happy 234th Birthday America!

An overwhelming sense of patriotism surged through my soul yesterday. After a itsy bitsy unit study about Thomas Jefferson and the Declaration of Independence it was taught that an American's "unalienable rights" were those of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness".
The most memorable lesson for Miss C was that "unalienable rights" have nothing to do with "that weird guy with big ol' eyes"...

Dear Redding,
This year's fireworks were better than ever! And quite a neighborly time was had by all.
With Gratitude,
Nicole

My Soul's Revival

It's hard to determine what it is that influences me most. I do know that God is moving on my life in new and beautiful ways. Being able to 'let go' of so many percieved obligations is primary at this point in my life.

I remember years ago an evening of "consecration" during a weeknight service. As the scraps of paper on which words of renewed commitments were burned to ash, I secretely kept mine away

from the flame, as if to keep it alive.

I have kept the promises on that paper, even to this day.

Bedtime

"Please put away your tea-set, it's time for bed. Pick up the toys from the living room, and then go brush your teeth. I'll be in there in just a minute to kiss you goodnight."

What anguish has befallen the children in this home!?!
It is a painful image, but for a moment just imagine having the person who connivingly shopped for, prepared and cooked all your meals for one full day, who laundered your clothes, tickled your back as directed, requested that you join her in prayer, took you to church before she would drive you to the destinations of your choice, located your lost hairbrush, read you stories and the newspaper, organized your upcoming birthday party and forced you write some of the invitations, and then assessed a "rash" you thought you might have on an unmentionable part of your anatomy, would actually require three whole tasks from you at the end of the day? Can you conceive the nightmare of having to be concerned with whether or not you were caught putting all the sugar you could pour into a 6 oz. cup of tea, and then racing to drink the syrupy contraband before it was seized by this dictator, and then being given an unfairly stern admonishment about the dangers of such wanton excesses? Then could you possibly fathom that this same person, while demanding that you finally conclude your day and "go to bed", would follow this despair with, of all things, lovingly sweet kisses from her lips?

Oh, perish the thought that your life would ever turn so vile! The poor children in this home have so much to endure. Please pray for them.