Monday, December 21, 2009

We Built a Town!

Putting together "town":

The finished product, after much frosting, decorating, and the like:
Hayley's house, Mothers Mercantile, and the tree is done by Nahla, who was spending the afternoon at our house:

My house, Caitlin's log cabin, and yes, those rocks are edible, chocolate, in fact:

And this deserved a picture all to itself, Laurels church, you can tell she is the artist in the family:
It is always so much fun to do this. I hope it inspires you! (Translated: Go make a gingerbread house, and post about it!)
Merry CHRISTmas,


Wednesday, December 16, 2009


Broaden your horizon and look to the distance.

Even when storms are coming, the path will go through them.

It is straight even when going uphill, so don't look down.

God has a glorious kingdom, and it is waiting on the horizon.

As you walk through your day don't forget the big picture that God sees.

Thy people shall be willing in the day of Thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning; Thou has the dew of Thy youth.

Psalm 110:3

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The dumbest thing I've done

Yep, thought the title would attract your attention. If I had entitled it "Winter is here" or "The return of Snow", you probably would not have bothered reading it. I just wanted to say That winter is here to stay for us, and right now I am quite happy with it. I also just wanted to let you know that we are alive. ;)
In Christ,

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Word

"Before Action"

By all the glories of the day
And the cool evening's benison,
By that last sunset touch that lay
Upon the hills where day was done,
By beauty lavishly outpoured
And blessings carelessly received,
By all the days that I have lived
Make me a solider, Lord.
By all of man's hopes and fears,
And all the wonders poets sing,
The laughter of unclouded years,
And every sad and lovely thing;
By the romantic ages stored
With high endeavor that was his,
By all his mad catastrophes
Make me a man, O Lord.
I, that on my familiar hill
Saw with uncomprehending eyes
A hundred of Thy sunsets spill
Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,
Ere the sun swings his noonday sword
Must say goodbye to all of this;
--By all delights that I shall miss,
Help me to die, O Lord.

~W. N. Hodgson~

This poem was written by a soldier in World War 1. As Christians who daily are in a spiritual battle it is a faithful saying and encouraging reminder not to shrink from the tasks which we know are ahead. God will give us the strength for the battle.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might...Stand firm."
Ephesians 6

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Our New Header!

We took some pictures today and decided this one would make a neat header. Comment and tell us how you like it, or if we should do something else. thanks! I will try to post something more tomorrow. Also:
Hayley is extending her story contest indefinitely until she gets more entries. Try to enter if you can!
In Christ,