[Small]

Good evening, Mrs. D.

May I ask something God's been teaching you about recently? You needn't be long-winded, I just like hearing from you. *grin*

[H.M. Murdock]

Dear Cinn'monjoi,
I called you last night on my way home from Way Down South a-Yonder at like 7ish. Then I realized that you were likely in church or otherwise socially engaged. Then I was just like, "Meh. The damage is done." But nobody answered, and it went to voicemail after three rings, confirming my suspicion that you- or whoever it was that I called- were busybusy. So I rolled the windows back down, sped back up to 90, put the music back to its mind-alteringly loud volumes and drove on in proverbial "silence," though certainly no silence was to be had.
Sincerest regards and warmest wishes,
Jas'nRoy

[Mara's Mom]

I am just going to reply to THIS particular page at THIS particular time, because that is doable for me on this particular morning/day. [/disclaimer]

Originally Posted by Small

Good evening, Mrs. D.

I'm sure it was. GOOD MORNING, SMALL! *throws cherries*

May I ask something God's been teaching you about recently? You needn't be long-winded, I just like hearing from you. *grin*

Ohmystarsandglory. How does one answer this with brevity? *bites lip* I shall try.

1. Speak the truth in love and let the Holy Spirit do the rest. It frees me to simply love Jesus and love others and not worry about the outcome.

2. I have a wonderful new prayer for the times I am feeling anxious. Which is shamefully common. "Father, quiet me with Your love." (Zephaniah 3:17)

3. Sometimes it is sinful to talk oneself out of being angry.

4. God speaks. I can not remember a time I did not believe this. Nor can I remember a time when I did not experience it. I am deeply burdened by the fact that so many people have limited God's interaction with us. It is making me cry thinking about it.

5. God will make a way. Period.

6. I don't like how God made me. That is a problem. I'm working on it.

7. God's silence is supposed to be faith-building, not terrifying. *laugh*

9. Confession is cut short when we don't allow Him to sing over us when we're done.

And here is what I wrote for my family on my Momboard:

Who are you?

You are chosen of God...you are holy and dearly loved.

Be who you are!

YOUR TURN!! *smile*

Originally Posted by H.M. Murdock

Dear Cinn'monjoi,
I called you last night on my way home from Way Down South a-Yonder at like 7ish. Then I realized that you were likely in church or otherwise socially engaged. Then I was just like, "Meh. The damage is done." But nobody answered, and it went to voicemail after three rings, confirming my suspicion that you- or whoever it was that I called- were busybusy. So I rolled the windows back down, sped back up to 90, put the music back to its mind-alteringly loud volumes and drove on in proverbial "silence," though certainly no silence was to be had.
Sincerest regards and warmest wishes,
Jas'nRoy

Dear Mister,

Aww, maaaan. *kick* I am sorry we missed you. Mr. D was mowing and I was transporting children around the countryside. We would not be opposed to the idea of you trying that again.

If you were here, I would make you a strawberry protein shake for breakfast. With a straw. I am about to make one for Miss Marabelle.

Love,
Mizziz

~*~

I am going out of town for a Beth Moore conference. When I come back, my living room walls will most likely be transformed. And there will be holes for ceiling lights and sconces over the fireplace. It is going to be the Whizzbang McCracken.

In light of the above, here is a final picture of The Mural. Sophie "enhanced" it a couple of weeks ago. And, as you can see, we still have a dartboard on the wall. I could never be accused of being intolerant or a stick-in-the-mud. Well, I could, but not in this case.

EDIT: Please note the writing on the bottom of the mural. Ian did that. It says:
LUKe
2(backwards 4)(backwards 3)4
He is
Risen

*sweeping gesture over blog* I like you.

*hug*

Also, here is a funny picture of Sophie that she did for her BFF (Tanner) and a picture of my estate sale kitchen table (fo' ten dolla'). It needs some friends called "chairs".

[MtlMom]

That table is so gorgeous I just want to hug it. Did you actually need it or was it something that you just couldn't pass up?

[Mara's Mom]

We had a table and benches that were perfectly functional, but were going to look very odd when our kitchen was done. I was genuinely content with them, believing that I would never find the exact table I was looking for anyway. Or I would never be able to afford it. I fell in love with it instantly at the estate sale, but walked away from it because I was not willing to part with their asking price. As we walked out, Mr. D said, "We'll give you ten dollars for that table in the basement." And they agreed. I was shocked.

It's perfect. Even without chairs. [/happy]

That large orange splotch will eventually be all over that wall. *grin*

[MtlMom]

I love orange walls. I really do. I also love the still-life painting.

Happy Mothers' Day to you, my friend.

[PatrickStar4491]

Happy Mother's Day!

[jeano]

Happy Mother's Day! Here's a little jazz tune for you...
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(We will get to meet you in July!!)

[hapa_angel]

Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. D!


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Oops, I think I pricked myself. I better go wipe that up.


How was your today?

[judd.]

Happy Mothers Day!

[Gustin]

Happy belated mothers day Mrs. D!

I've been far away from internet and phone access the last days, so sorry for the delay.

[Ring of a bell]

Dear Mrs. D,

Hello. Would you like me to send you a senior picture? I can just email it if you want. Or I can snail mail it. *flops arms*

Tony.

PS. I miss you lots.

[MtlMom]

Carol!

WE. WIN. Where shall we post it? Should we resurrect the CGR song thread?
*runs in circles*

[Mara's Mom]

AWWWW...thank you for the Mother's Day greetings and gifts! Y'all are special.

Nathan, I would LOVE one of your senior pictures. Snail mail would be great as long as it's not too much trouble. Then I can put it up somewhere and it will help me to remember to pray for you. *flop*

June! AHHHHHH! I should have read my PM's first! We totally win! I don't care where we post it! *laugh*

~*~
Dear Blog,

Thank you for not growing weeds. I adore that about you.

Warm smiles and squeezey hugs,
Mrs. D
~*~

We paid $125 to fill the Suburban yesterday. This prompted a search for a new vehicle. *laugh*

Living room ceiling is getting painted tonight. Yay!

I have bright red nails. [/eyebrow wiggle]

My last children's church is this weekend. I want to just play games with them. Is that lazy of me?

OHOHOH. I need to know something and maybe some of you can help me. For maximum calorie burnage, is it better to exercise BEFORE or AFTER you've eaten? Which is best for your metabolism? Or does it even matter? I am on a quest for a hott body because I am far too plush and jolly.

Not really. I could care less about the hott body. Just way less plush and jolly. I am going rappelling (sp?) in June and I don't want to scare the people who have to hold my ropes. *laugh* [/simple truth]

WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER LATE START IF I DON'T INTERVENE.

I have a date with Philippians...

BLESSINGS TO EACH OF YOU!!!

[Small]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

I am just going to reply to THIS particular page at THIS particular time, because that is doable for me on this particular morning/day. [/disclaimer]

6:40 and all is well. [/outpost]

I'm sure it was. GOOD MORNING, SMALL! *throws cherries*

GOOD MORNING, MRS. D! *catches cherry in mouth, swallows and shoots pit out of ear *

Ohmystarsandglory. How does one answer this with brevity? *bites lip* I shall try.

One doesn't, and I didn't ask it with the intention or hope that you would. Quite the opposite, in fact. *smile*

1. Speak the truth in love and let the Holy Spirit do the rest. It frees me to simply love Jesus and love others and not worry about the outcome.

A noble aim! I cannot yet aspire to such heights. Or rather, I can aspire, but methinks I've a ways to go to reach it.

2. I have a wonderful new prayer for the times I am feeling anxious. Which is shamefully common. "Father, quiet me with Your love." (Zephaniah 3:17)

Pssh. It may annoy you, but it gives you more opportunities of being blessed. In fact, you probably get stressed on purpose with the objective of a spiritual sigh of relief at the end of the day. *wink*

That's a beautiful prayer.

3. Sometimes it is sinful to talk oneself out of being angry.

Interesting. I'd like you to expand on this point, if you don't mind...

4. God speaks. I can not remember a time I did not believe this. Nor can I remember a time when I did not experience it. I am deeply burdened by the fact that so many people have limited God's interaction with us. It is making me cry thinking about it.

And yet God speaks to different people differently. It used to torque me utterly and raise limitless impossible questions regarding myself that I very rarely experienced God's voice/presence in the emotional way many of the people I know do, but I eventually realized that, painful though it be, I'm hardwired, or have been modified, into a more intellectual interaction with God that can feel sterile if I'm not careful. It wasn't so much that God wasn't speaking to me, it was more that I wanted what they had.

5. God will make a way. Period.

Bravo!

6. I don't like how God made me. That is a problem. I'm working on it.

I can't find the reference, so I shall paraphrase the bit about God being perfected in our weakness, but then, I'm pretty sure you were aware of that already, and so I'm simply being redundant.

My apologies.

7. God's silence is supposed to be faith-building, not terrifying. *laugh*

*chuckle*

That is a lesson I have yet to learn.

9. Confession is cut short when we don't allow Him to sing over us when we're done.

Another point I'd like you to elucidate.

And here is what I wrote for my family on my Momboard:

Who are you?

You are chosen of God...you are holy and dearly loved.

Be who you are!

BEN FOLDS! (Learn To Live With What You Are is a beautiful song.)

Sort of.

YOUR TURN!! *smile*

I'm not sure. I've been more lost in a malaise full of morose and brooding philosophical wanderings, punctured through by a sort of sunniness in which, interestingly enough, God was and is showing me that I need to stay focused on more important points, and just stay focused on Him, in general, and that the indomitable spirit and sunny disposition are simply byproducts of remembering who I am, and who I'm serving.

2. God's Infinities. It boggles the mind, the way in which each infinite aspect of God is the well from which the others spring, like some unsolvable Rubix Cube with which one doesn't get frustrated and bored. It's fascinating and strangely addictive.

3. In a connected way, God's "everyday" grace. The sort that extends beyond salvation and more into the realm of allowing it to rain on both the wise and the fool.

4. The Unseen Hand, if you will. I'm beginning to better grasp, or grasp in a less pedantic sense the inscrutable but entirely purposeful way He plans our lives. One thing sets the stage for the next, which sets the stage for the next, and so forth, and in between, we run the person he's made us into through different situations, and the mixture of people and enviroment and everything else may never really affect you, but your presence and influence in the situation are setting the stage for someone else's Event.

I also find it really interesting that most of what I'm thinking about is basic sorts of stuff, things I've known and thought about for a long time, but yours are more advanced, more specific. I like the way these two posts together demonstrate the progression of faith.

Dear Mister,

Aww, maaaan. *kick* I am sorry we missed you. Mr. D was mowing and I was transporting children around the countryside. We would not be opposed to the idea of you trying that again.

I'm an old friend of your answering machine and Mara's voicemail. We occasionally lunch together while you Ds are on vacation.

I am going out of town for a Beth Moore conference. When I come back, my living room walls will most likely be transformed. And there will be holes for ceiling lights and sconces over the fireplace. It is going to be the Whizzbang McCracken.

Good heavens. I wonder if when I'm out of town, my bedroom will be magically transformed. Hm.

That sounds wonderful.

In light of the above, here is a final picture of The Mural. Sophie "enhanced" it a couple of weeks ago. And, as you can see, we still have a dartboard on the wall. I could never be accused of being intolerant or a stick-in-the-mud. Well, I could, but not in this case.

Sophie's enhancement of the mural is ingenious.

EDIT: Please note the writing on the bottom of the mural. Ian did that. It says:
LUKe
2(backwards 4)(backwards 3)4
He is
Risen

Ooh, nice! I missed it, but as soon as I post this, I'll check back.

*sweeping gesture over blog* I like you.

Why thank you, and we like you.

*hug*

*hug*

Good morning!

Also, here is a funny picture of Sophie that she did for her BFF (Tanner) and a picture of my estate sale kitchen table (fo' ten dolla'). It needs some friends called "chairs".

That table is amazing, and I'm not sure what I think of the Sophie photo.

You know how I feel about this Tanner. *grin*

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

We had a table and benches that were perfectly functional, but were going to look very odd when our kitchen was done. I was genuinely content with them, believing that I would never find the exact table I was looking for anyway. Or I would never be able to afford it. I fell in love with it instantly at the estate sale, but walked away from it because I was not willing to part with their asking price. As we walked out, Mr. D said, "We'll give you ten dollars for that table in the basement." And they agreed. I was shocked.

It's perfect. Even without chairs. [/happy]

Ooh! Captain Awesome and God bring it about again!

EDIT: I forgot to say Happy Mother's Day. I am a bad e-grandson. *hangs head*

EDIT ALSO: You sly lady. Now I need to reply to that.