As I was looking through my pictures from vacation I stumbled upon these. She is just SO cute I had to share them with you all. Enjoy! :D
"Put in the grosbeak," suggested Elnora. "Tell her you are so friendly with him you feed him potato bugs."
Philip lowered the pen to the sheet, bent forward, then hesitated.
"Blest if I do!" he cried. "She'd think a grosbeak was a depraved person with a large nose. She'd never dream that it was a black-robed lover, with a breast of snow and a crimson heart. She doesn't care for hungry babies and potato bugs. I shall write that to father. He will find it delightful."
"I dare you to let me dictate a couple of paragraphs."
"Done!" cried Philip. "Go slowly enough that I can write it."
Elnora laughed gleefully.
"I am writing this," she began, "in an old grape arbour in the country, near a log cabin where I had my dinner. From where I sit I can see directly into the home of the next-door neighbour on the west. His name is R. B. Grosbeak. From all I have seen of him, he is a gentleman of the old school; the oldest school there is, no doubt. He always wears a black suit and cap and a white vest, decorated with one large red heart, which I think must be the emblem of some ancient order. I have been here a number of times, and I never have seen him wear anything else, or his wife appear in other than a brown dress with touches of white.
"It has appealed to me at times that she was a shade neglectful of her home duties, but he does not seem to feel that way. He cheerfully stays in the sitting-room, while she is away having a good time, and sings while he cares for the four small children. I must tell you about his music. I am sure he never saw inside a conservatory. I think he merely picked up what he knows by ear and without vocal training, but there is a tenderness in his tones, a depth of pure melody, that I never have heard surpassed. It may be that I think more of his music than that of some other good vocalists hereabout, because I see more of him and appreciate his devotion to his home life.
"I just had an encounter with him at the west fence, and induced him to carry a small gift to his children. When I see the perfect harmony in which he lives, and the depth of content he and the brown lady find in life, I am almost persuaded to-- Now this is going to be poetry," said Elnora. "Move your pen over here and begin with a quote and a cap."
Philip's face had been an interesting study while he wrote her sentences. Now he gravely set the pen where she indicated, and Elnora dictated--
"Buy a nice little home in the country,
And settle down there for life."
"That's the truth!" cried Philip. "It's as big a temptation as I ever had. Go on!"
"That's all," said Elnora. "You can finish. The moths are done. I am going hunting for whatever I can find for the grades."
"Wait a minute," begged Philip. "I am going, too."
"No. You stay with mother and finish your letter."
"It is done. I couldn't add anything to that."
-A Girl of The Limberlost, Gene Stratton Porter, Pg. 310-312
To read parts of the book and also see the whole chapter that this is from you can go here...
MY FATHER, SO OFTEN I get weighed down under the demands of my own life. Sometimes I see little purpose in the endless repetition of little duties. Jobs done today, that need doing again tomorrow...
What is it, in the daily work you have given me to do, that is of eternal value to you?
Lift my sights, Lord. Let me see today, and each duty in this day, as you see it.
I Come Quietly to Meet You by Amy Carmichael pg. 35
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.
Psalm 32:7
Home of my heart, lest I forget
My redemption's cost to Thee,
Let my earliest thought be set
Upon Thy Calvary
So shall the sayings of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be pleasing continually before Thee, O Lord my helper and my Redeemer.
Psalm 19:14
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MY FATHER, SOMETHING inward tells me I have been living scattered. Sometimes anxious. Restless. Distracted. Wandering inside. I fix my eyes upon the cross now- upon the post and crossbeam which became my one bridge back to your side. And I lift my eyes beyond the cross, to the One who sits beside you- to Jesus, the Risen One! My Lord, my brother, with arms outstretched in welcome. Calling me:
"Come home."
I come, Father, to hide myself in you.
-I Come Quietly to Meet You- Amy Carmichael pg. 13-14
Because God is in control, we face each day with His power and love. If you receive some hard knocks today, turn them over to God. If you've been cheated, give the problem to God. If employees do not fulfill their responsibilities admit your loss and trust God fully. Christians must never seek revenge, no matter how bad the circumstances. The impulse for revenge comes from people who think that systems or bosses or powerful people are in control. Christians believe that God has ultimate power.~Putting on a Gentle and Quite Spirit, Elizabeth George pg. 74
Yummy food...
colors that go perfect together...
Us after being on the radio. We went to Hardee's afterward. :)
Me and the part of the radio sign. :)
My wedding ring!! :) haha
George: Do you want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon Mary.
