Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Promise
"I have placed my rainbow in the clouds. It is the sign of my covenant with you and with all the earth." Genesis 9:13
I have seen lots of rainbows in the east at the front of our house, but today is the first time I have seen a rainbow in the west...
Friday, July 25, 2008
I saw this quote today...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Novena (9 Day) Prayer

Lord Jesus, the needs of your people open your heart in love for each of us. You care for us when we are lost, sympathize with us in loneliness, and comfort us in mourning; you are closest to us where we are weakest. You love us most when we love ourselves least; you forgive us most when we forgive ourselves least; and you call us to spread your love in whatever way we can.
Lord Jesus, your heart is moved with compassion when we are suffering, when we need your help, and when we pray for each other.
I ask you to listen to my prayer during this Novena, and grant what I ask:
Peace, Lord. I ask for You to bring peace to my heart.
Direction. Lord, please bring me direction--show me the path for me to take.
Forgiveness. Lord, give me the power to forgive--let a Spirit of forgiveness come over me.
If what I ask is not for my own good and the good of others, grant me what is best, that I may build up your kingdom of love in our world.
(Karmen, thanks for spreading the word about Sacred Space--check out the 9 day prayer at that site.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
To My Dad...
While I was packing, I ran across this poem my Mom had tucked away in a cookbook...
My Husband of So Many Years
How good he is,
My husband of so many years;
Tears come to my eyes
When I see how crepey his neck has become,
How bravely he tries
To straighten up.
Once his jaw was hard and he stood tall
With no effort;
It is as if his body had been sabotaged
One dark night
By some unseen enemy.
I know he feels that way,
Yet, when I look at him today,
I feel far more tender toward him
Than ever I did when he was young and strong
And seemingly invulnerable.
O my dear old friend-lover,
Time-ravaged, fellow traveling,
Camouflaged boy,
Can it help you to know,
Can it help you to hear,
That not only as you were but as you are
You are to me
Inexpressibly dear.
My Husband of So Many Years
How good he is,
My husband of so many years;
Tears come to my eyes
When I see how crepey his neck has become,
How bravely he tries
To straighten up.
Once his jaw was hard and he stood tall
With no effort;
It is as if his body had been sabotaged
One dark night
By some unseen enemy.
I know he feels that way,
Yet, when I look at him today,
I feel far more tender toward him
Than ever I did when he was young and strong
And seemingly invulnerable.
O my dear old friend-lover,
Time-ravaged, fellow traveling,
Camouflaged boy,
Can it help you to know,
Can it help you to hear,
That not only as you were but as you are
You are to me
Inexpressibly dear.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Breakthrough Calendar for July 7
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Sleeping Beauty
Friday, July 4, 2008
Happy 4th of July!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Dress-up
Quote for today...
"Adversity introduces us to ourselves."--Anonymous
(Wisdom on the Breakthrough calendar for today)
Yikes!
(Wisdom on the Breakthrough calendar for today)
Yikes!
Monday, June 30, 2008
The Glass House by Philip Johnson
I have always been fascinated by this house...
"The Glass House is one of the world's most beautiful and yet least functional homes. The house is symmetrical and sits solidly on the ground. The quarter-inch thick glass walls are supported by black steel pillars. The interior space is divided by low walnut cabinets and a brick cylinder that contains the bathroom. The cylinder and the brick floors are a polished purple hue. Philip Johnson says that when people come into his house they just shut up and look around. The Glass House is now open to the public, with tours booked many months in advance. "
"The Glass House is one of the world's most beautiful and yet least functional homes. The house is symmetrical and sits solidly on the ground. The quarter-inch thick glass walls are supported by black steel pillars. The interior space is divided by low walnut cabinets and a brick cylinder that contains the bathroom. The cylinder and the brick floors are a polished purple hue. Philip Johnson says that when people come into his house they just shut up and look around. The Glass House is now open to the public, with tours booked many months in advance. "Downloading pictures
Saturday, June 28, 2008
An Unusual House...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Interesting...
Is the Gospel encrypted in the first genealogy in the Bible (Geneses 5)?Adam-man
Seth-appointed
Enosh-mortal
Kenan-sorrow
Mahalalel-the blessed of God
Jared-shall come down
Enoch-teaching
Methuselah -his death shall bring
Lamech-despairing
Noah-comfort or rest
Man (is) appointed mortal sorrow (but) the Blessed of God shall come down teaching (that) His death shall bring (the) despairing comfort.
(Artwork by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, 1511)
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
1970 and Now
Sunday, June 15, 2008
3 Grand Little Girls for Papa's Day...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Empowered to Receive Love
The Spirit reveals to us not only that God is "Abba, Father" but also that we belong to God as his beloved children. The Spirit thus restores in us the relationship from which all other relationships derive their meaning.Abba is a very intimate word. The best translation for it is: "Daddy." The word Abba expresses trust, safety, confidence, belonging, and most of all intimacy. It does not have the connotation of authority, power, and control, that the word Father often evokes. On the contrary, Abba implies an embracing and nurturing love. This love includes and infinitely transcends all the love that comes to us from our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, spouses, and lovers. It is the gift of the Spirit.
(Lena, this one is for you, too)
Empowered to Call God "Abba"

Calling God "Abba, Father" is different from giving God a familiar name. Calling God "Abba" is entering into the same intimate, fearless, trusting, and empowering relationship with God that Jesus had. That relationship is called Spirit, and that Spirit is given to us by Jesus and enables us to cry out with him, "Abba, Father."
Calling God "Abba, Father" is a cry of the heart, a prayer welling up from our innermost beings. It has nothing do with naming God but everything to do with claiming God as the source of who we are. This claim does not come from any sudden insight or acquired conviction; it is the claim that the Spirit of Jesus makes in communion with our spirits. It is the claim of love.
--Henri Nouwen
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
On Marriage
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the Hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
(Kahlil Gibran, 1923)
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the Hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
(Kahlil Gibran, 1923)
Monday, June 9, 2008
Lil Baby is 6 months old today!
Precious one,
So small,
So sweet
Dancing in
on angel feet
Straight from Heaven's
brightest star
What a miracle
(Author Unknown)
So small,
So sweet
Dancing in
on angel feet
Straight from Heaven's
brightest star
What a miracle
(Author Unknown)
Saturday, June 7, 2008
“When religion replaces the actual experience of the living Jesus, when we lose the authority of personal knowing and rely on the authority of books, institutions, and leaders, when we let religion interpose between us and the primary experience of Jesus as the Christ, we lose the very reality that religion itself describes as ultimate.”
--Brennan Manning in The Wisdom of Tenderness
--Brennan Manning in The Wisdom of Tenderness
Friday, June 6, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Gram-Gram's 80th birthday party
On Joy and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
(Kahlil Gibran, 1923)
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
(Kahlil Gibran, 1923)
Monday, June 2, 2008
Table Rock Lake
(Click on the picture to enlarge it so you can see how pretty Sarah is.)
I kept forgetting my camera, so there are very few pictures. We have some good memories to store in our hearts, though. I asked myself, "Why in the world would I go on a vacation with 7 little children?" Maybe because I love them so much--they made the time much more fun!
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