Spring is on its way. Sort of. We’re still in the tight grasp of winter storms… but this is proof that they won’t last perpetually!

Yeah, I know, I’m a girl… I take pictures of the pretty flowers. Want to make something of it?
Coram Deo!
Spring is on its way. Sort of. We’re still in the tight grasp of winter storms… but this is proof that they won’t last perpetually!

Yeah, I know, I’m a girl… I take pictures of the pretty flowers. Want to make something of it?
Coram Deo!
We’ve all argued till we’ve been blue in the face with people, who, even though we make our arguments clear as crystal, and concise as we possibly can, simply cannot see the moon that is hanging in the heavens above their head, or feel the grass that they tread upon everyday, or grasp the simple sense of the truth we’re speaking — if you took them to a big, red barn, and pointed to the barn, they still would not see it. Yes, this unfortunate type of individual does walk upon the earth. And you know who they are in your life. And, oftentimes, the most exasperating part is that these people are fellow Christians.
The power for changing these individuals lies not in argument. Argument is a potent tool, when it is used by our Lord as such. But the cure lies in continued prayer for these individuals, and their blindness… the illumination of the Holy Spirit is the only illumination that will free them from their darkness and ignorance.
Here’s a poem to illustrate my meaning — spectacles and wise lectures aside, some people will still insist that travelers only tell monstrous lies!:
Suppose (when thought is warm, and fancy flows,
What will not argument sometimes suppose?)
An isle possess’d by creatures of our kind,
Endued with reason, yet by nature blind.
Let Supposition lend her aid once more,
And land some grave optician on the shore:
He claps his lens, if haply they may see,
Close to the part where vision ought to be;
But finds that, though his tubes assist the sight,
They cannot give it, or make darkness light.
He reads wise lectures, and describes aloud
A sense they know not, to the wondering crowd;
He talks of light, and the prismatic hues,
As men of depth in erudition use;
But all he gains for his harangue is — Well —
What monstrous lies some travelers will tell!
— William Cowper, The Poetical Works
Coram Deo~
Ringing ears. Sore throats. Pride and Prejudice. Coconut oil. The smell of sourdough bread baking. Bittersweet, silky smooth mochas. Black and white pictures. Tractors. Steep hills. Apocalyptic food movies. Achey bones. Piano music for Time After Time. The Adventures of Tintin. Bacon. Revelation. The wonderful feeling of hot soup as it travels down my throat. Singing lessons. Burnpiles. Homemade fettuccine. White wine. Béla Fleck. Lakes of mud. Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day.” This describes my life.
It’s a mish-mash.
I prescribe a square of dark chocolate to myself every day to stay happy. Some days, two. Though, I admit, I have little, little indeed to complain about. Scratch that. I actually have nothing to complain about. Even if I had to eat manna every day, God’s ears would not find it acceptable to listen to me grousing about eating manna again; could I have a side order of quail with that, please? For some reason, I find it easy to justify having a rotten, no-good attitude, so long as it doesn’t spill over into an action. I’m old enough now to fight the actions easy enough… but it’s nice to indulge in the attitudes every once in a while, or even every day, to make myself feel better. Temporarily. Unfortunately for me, God requires that I sacrifice even my attitudes to His refinement, and not indulge in my half-muttered, half-thought words and disgruntled, complaining attitudes. This, too, counts as sin, and I must slay it the same as I am fervently fighting to slay this blasted cold.
Nope, not happy at all…

Coram Deo!
3 month old Gabriel… chubby and healthy after being born premature:

Coram Deo!
I know what I’m going to be watching tonight… the “biggest” full moon of the year, with Mars on the left side of the moon. I will try to post any pictures I get of it!

This picture is one of many “moon shots” I’ve attempted. Adjusting the ISO, aperture, shutter speed, and metering mode can be tricky when doing night shots.
Coram Deo~
Doug Phillips is headed with a team of people in the next 24 hours to Haiti.
This disaster that occurred in Haiti already ranks among the top 20 worst disasters in recorded history… please be in prayer for Doug Phillips and the team of men that are going with him as they seek to bring immediate relief to the suffering, and as they seek to rescue many of the children that are orphaned there. And, if you can, please offer them financial support, as well.
Doug Phillips: Rescue Haiti’s Children.
“Who has performed and done it,
Calling the generations from the beginning?‘ I, the LORD, am the first;
And with the last I am He.’”
The coastlands saw it and feared,
The ends of the earth were afraid;
They drew near and came.
Everyone helped his neighbor,
And said to his brother,
“Be of good courage!”“The poor and needy seek water, but there is none,
Their tongues fail for thirst.
I, the LORD, will hear them;
I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.
I will open rivers in desolate heights,
And fountains in the midst of the valleys;
I will make the wilderness a pool of water,
And the dry land springs of water.
I will plant in the wilderness the cedar and the acacia tree,
The myrtle and the oil tree;
I will set in the desert the cypress tree and the pine
And the box tree together,
That they may see and know,
And consider and understand together,
That the hand of the LORD has done this,
And the Holy One of Israel has created it.” — Isaiah 41: 4-6, 17-20
Coram Deo!
The one fear no child will have to deal with (for as long as they live in this house, anyway) is the fear that they will run out of books to read.

I’m currently reading:

and
Rather light material, over all… and no, I am not reading them in that order. I have to admit, I have the bad habit of starting several books; they all look so good, I can’t resist them; it’s like trying to choose one truffle from all the other delicious looking truffles in a chocolate shop. But, even though I tend to start several books at once, I usually focus on reading only one book at a time when it comes down to reading them. It doesn’t really make sense.
What are you reading currently? One book, or many books?
Coram Deo!
“Indeed the Church from its beginnings, and perhaps especially in its beginnings, was not so much a principality as a revolution against the prince of the world. This sense that the world had been conquered by the great usurper, and was in his possession, has been much deplored or derided by those optimists who identify enlightenment with much ease. But it was responsible for all that thrill of defiance and a beautiful danger that made the good news seem to be really both good and new. It was in truth against a huge unconscious usurpation that it raised a revolt, and originally so obscure a revolt. Olympus still occupied the sky like a motionless cloud molded into many mighty forms; philosophy still sat in the high places and even on the thrones of the kings, when Christ was born in the cave and Christianity in the catacombs.
In both cases we may remark the same paradox of revolution; the sense of something despised and of something feared. The cave in one aspect is only a hole or corner into which the outcasts are swept like rubbish; yet in the other aspect it is a hiding-place of something valuable which the tyrants are seeking like treasure. In one sense they are there because the inn-keeper would not even remember them, and in another because the king can never forget them. We have already noted that this paradox appeared also in the treatment of the early Church. It was important while it was still insignificant, and certainly while it was still impotent. It was important solely because it was intolerable; and in that sense it is true to say that it was intolerable because it was intolerant. It was resented, because, in its own still and almost secret way, it had declared war. It had risen out of the ground to wreck the heaven and earth of heathenism. It did not try to destroy all that creation of gold and marble; but it contemplated a world without it. It dared to look right through it as though the gold and marble had been glass. Those who charged the Christians with burning down Rome with firebrands were slanderers; but they were at least far nearer to the nature of Christianity than those among the moderns who tell us that the Christians were a sort of ethical society, being martyred in a languid fashion for telling men that they had a duty to their neighbors, and only mildly disliked because they were meek and mild.”
— G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man
On the lookout for mothers. Are you my mother?

Never mind that he’s looking through the wrong end of the binoculars.
Coram Deo~