Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Hard Life

Regarding all the unspeakable things that happen. How do we have any hope at all? What do we say to a mother whose 4 year old dies from cancer?

"...the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express." Romans 8:26

And it is okay that we cannot even pray. Our tearful moans are prayers in themselves.

Our House

One evening, after a weekly library visit, i paged through this book with curiosity. I was interested in the pictures and thought it would make good wind-down material. I love our STL city, neighborhoods, and random information.
Imagine my surprise when i turned the page to find our house years before. (First house behind the redbud.)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Ozark Mountain Weekend

Dying Brightly


Big Grin Boy Little Tongue Skink

Feather Found

Cypress Arm

Beautiful Decay

Pirate Spy

On a recent weekend, we had warmer than usual weather that did not require sweatshirts in the evening and did require sweating in the day. It was a delightful time.
Before the kids went to sleep, we walked out into the clearing to gaze at the stars. I said, "Let's see who can see the first falling star." Two minutes of gazing later, one very long shooting star sizzled across the dark sky. All 4 of us saw it. Magical.
Darryl made a washtub bass and i tinkered around on it enough to know i would like one for myself. Everyone else played "real" instruments. We stayed up real late and played music on the front porch. The coyotes yipped us to sleep.
We saw a water scorpion, which i haven't heard of or seen before. It looked like a walking stick with moss on it's back. And he was swimming in the water.

Avery still had on his cast, so he enjoyed playing pirate best. Jasper caught a skink and practiced starting leaves on fire with a magnifying glass. Tullaia turned over every rock and fished as much as she could. Papa relaxed. I breathed deep and didn't even take pictures of moss