I Will Sing the Wondrous Story...

New hair color today, for mom and Evv.

Photos to follow!

Christ is Faithful to our souls!

When we can't, He can. When we aren't, He is. What a view of God's power that Daniel had. The comparison of our confusion, to God's glory. To us belongs confusion. Even the greatest kingdom in the world that has world domination, as Babylon was, is but a bunch of confusion in the face of God's order. It is a wonder that with all of the lord of this and that thrown around, like water in the kingdom of Babylon, Daniel could see God above all of the confusion. When we exalt people in that way, giving them dominion over and over and over and accollades left and right (letters and numbers behind their names), we are truly confusing ourselves as to who is really Lord over all. Daniel could see. Daniel could pray and He saw the only sacrifice for sins, wasn't even the blood of bulls and goats or the gatherings, but Christ who was to come. That was an awesome view of God's fidelity to His promise to Adam and His promises subsequent to that. His fidelity is in and through Christ, not our dominion and not our fidelity, but His. Christ, help us to see Your order, through the chaos. Amen.

What is womanhood for?

I really liked that movie, "Wreck it Ralph". I liked the useful examples of femininity that our culture throws to the curb, sometimes.Fictional? For Sure. But, close to reality. Stereotypes of efficiency and capability are sometimes eclipsed by the expectation of nurture and sympathy that is expected in femininity. Skill bases are instructed in women as well as in men and they are dependent on the needs of any generation. When a man's skill base becomes defunct and he is not fitting into the "State of the Art" what does that make him? When a woman's skill base doesn't fit the job descriptions, what is she? Motherhood, war, these timelines that we change to fit ourselves into are seasons and they will pass and you have to know who you are outside of these roles, that you may take on. God holds the culture accountable for what it does with these needed skill base essentials. He is reflected in the family unit. When we dispose of the family unit, we are losing a part of the image of God in our world. Not the only image, but an essential image. They say that this is one of the reasons that Rome fell. We cannot know that. We can only know that God judges and gives us minds to judge also. If we judge our culture, maybe we will avert the greater judgment of God. Solomon got a reprieve in his day. All I say to my daughters is, "don't let the world create the you that you want to become...Seek God and stay in the knowledge that His image-bearing role, though out of style will never be out of "His Will".

He's the Champion of Love!

Lord, I lift my friend up to You

Grandma's Card and Aunt Jackie's visit for Miss 17.

A sleepover and time with friends made you miss your sweet Aunt's visit. I love that we have auntie's that remind us of the bark of the tree from which we are chiseled. Mine was Aunt Lorraine. I hated seeing her. She reminded me of genetics. We walked alike, we talked alike, we loved the same things and had spent precious little time with eachother. Her name was like a sentence etched in stone. You are just like... After awhile, I learned to love her and love the reality of God's use of genetics in creation. We have some things that we can control, but genetics is "in the genes." You looked like my sister, Jackie since birth. Hair and features and some of the swiftness of your reflexes are or seem to be straight from Jackie. She came to see the development. You had other thoughts on your mind, this weekend. I kiss you and see the parts of myself that I left to come down here to NC. My sisters and brother, who are as my heart. The love I have for them helps me understand my father and my delightful part of our relationship. Though Auntie and I had no natural womanly graces, Dad and Grandma worked together to give us some of the abilities that nature had forgotten. All brains and no gentility, was at least part the Frankenstein Monster designation. My dad worked like a mechanic on his,"handicapped daughter" lest she be the misfit of her generation. He enjoyed that part of his fatherhood. I felt over cooked and overpecked. But I am blessed to have known his intense molding. Don't miss the molding that your father is inflicting...