What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Hungry anyone?

I have noticed lately that the only real blogging I do happens to be in Mother Bird style; that is, my posts are just one big regurgitation of all that happens in my life instead of well thought out, deep insights into life as I know it.

The fact that I can't devote time to writing my *real*, life-altering thoughts in any coherent way bothers me more than a little (I HAVE THOUGHTS!!!), but this is the season of my life that I am walking (regurgitating??) in and so I will trudge through with as much grace as incoherent thought (yesterdays breakfast??) can produce.

EW.

That whole paragraph was gross.

A few bits from life, these days:


The girl needs some serious help with her spelling, but life skills deserve an A (She remembered the butter!)


These girls are happy to be getting fresh air again these days after being cooped up most of the winter.

So happy, in fact, they lay ostrich eggs in thanks.



The children and I were discussing how possible it is that Noahs three sons filled the earth one lunchtime and to help prove my point, I sketched a 30 second family lineage diagram. Nanny and Poppy proved my point beautifully.



I am not a diehard clothesline hanger. I know (quite a few) people who hang clothes out in winter and let them freeze dry. Not I. Can't make me. But yesterday was nice enough to hang clothes without freezing fingers and it felt nice. Apparently, it was blue day at our house.


I went to the mailbox the other day to find this:



...which always gets my heart skipping a beat

and inside was THIS:


(canvaspeople are ALWAYS having free canvas deals...)

...which makes me happy because the family photo we HAD on our wall was this:


...and last time I checked we had twice as many children.


Matt was in Reno all last week and while I worried sick about him every second, I learned a few things too:

  • stamping blank envelopes and stuffing them in his suitcase makes it 20 times more likely that he *might* write you a real, bonafide letter.
  • said letter will take over a week to arrive
  • but said letter, when opened will elicit tears. And laughter. And necessitate reading 5 more times before bedtime.
  • two words can make all the difference in the world.
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