Monday, August 25, 2008
Black and white soup at Boudro's on the Riverwalk. Great presentation...we have to track down a recipe for this half black bean-half cheddar soup.
Just outside of Boudro's. Ready for a healthy walk down to the Market Square.
Yes, more food pics. The bakery at Mi Tierra is exceptional. Had to get something to go!We found a funky bird sculpture at the Alameda Art Museum and a great motto on some of the merchandise at the gift shop there: "Make Tacos, Not War!"
Off to the Dome for some excellent music and teaching on Psalm 16: "Lord you have assigned me my portion and cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a beautiful inheritance."
Q&A time with Beth Moore and her daughters, Amanda and Melissa. followed by a PJ Party with bloggy friends back at the hotel.Would you believe that in the midst of all of that, we almost forgot to remember the Alamo?!
Monday, August 18, 2008
This week a sweet old friend of mine will be driving one of her precious girls to college for the first time, depositing her in a whole new life and beginning a new era for their family. Knowing that child for years now, I am confident that the school will be blessed just by her presence, not to mention her brilliant mind and tender heart. That said, I don't like to think about the drive home for my friend, or the adjustment of the coming days.
We moms are charged with the task of putting ourselves out of a job from the moment of conception. Thinking of this joy coupled with heartache prompted me to look up an old poem that I had tucked away for that inevitable time when we will begin to empty our own nest. Scribbled next to it is the name "Martha Snell Nicholson". Whether the writing truly originated with her or not, I have no way of knowing. Sorry Martha. The beauty pictured to the left is my S., our first fledgling.
As Any Mother To The Savior:
As Thou didst walk the lanes of Galilee,
So, loving Savior, walk with her for me,
For since the years have passed and she is grown,
I cannot follow, she must walk alone.
Be Thou my feet that I have had to stay,
For Thou canst comrade her on every way;
Be Thou my voice when sinful things allure,
Pleading with her to choose those which endure.
Be Thou my hands that would keep hers in mine,
And all things else that mothers must resign.
When she was little, I could walk and guide,
But now I pray that Thou be at her side.
As Thy blessed mother folded Thee,
So, loving Savior, fold my girl for me.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
We were way overdue for portraits of all 5 kids and needed some poses for family members and friends. I also splurged on a wall portrait for our living room. We got oodles of gorgeous pictures at a cost that was a fraction of their value. SO. You might want to contact your local Target and see if this is a chain-wide trend which will bring these training days deals to your neck of the woods. Say cheese!
On this particular day he was supposedly playing with a sibling, but managed to transport the goldfish to the bathtub and fill it with an inch or two of water before being discovered. His defense? "I just wanted to play with him, he's so cute!".
In years past, scramblers were required to sack the piglet in a burlap bag and were given the option of keeping the pig itself as their prize. Times have changed and now winners receive a cash prize and a t-shirt. Still a lot of fun!
With his birthday just around the corner, E. knew that if his name was not finally chosen on this, the last night of the fair, his dream of winning the famous Salem County Pig Scramble would go unfulfilled. As a mom, I envisioned the counseling sessions spent in his adulthood trying to sort out those issues. SO. Imagine our delight when his name was posted on the fair office door one hour before the competition. Five of us were there to cheer him on and ice cream at Richman's on the way home was in order. So thankful for sweet summer memories!
Monday, August 11, 2008
All of this put me in mind of a phrase which I think I coined recently, which is "Unauthorized Arks". Imagine if Noah had foreknowledge of the impending flood and had commenced the building of an ark without his Creator's direction and specifications. The Lord's idea of his spending a century of his life on such a venture was already a radical one. Thinking of doing so by his own ingenuity would have been futile and absurd. What a waste of cypress and pitch.
How often do I take it upon myself to evaluate a perceived problem and even execute a solution without so much as a thought to consulting my Creator? I can easily do seemingly good things for seemingly good reasons , but it's so much better to submit my visionary nature to His leading and direction.
Not to get too personal, but are you building any unauthorized arks? That might be worth pondering, and it could save you a lot of pooper-scooping in the future.
Zechariah 4:6...out of context, but still a good reminder: "'Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit,' says the Lord Almighty."
Proverbs 3:5,6(of course)..."Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and he will make your paths straight."
Enough preaching. Let the Lord float your boat.