Sunday, September 20, 2009

Puppy Love


My little brother is now an official dog owner. He put a down posit on his very own yellow lab. Isn't she cute! He hopes that she will become a friend and hunting companion and maybe one day a mother to her own litter of pups. She's only 4 weeks old and is still with her litter mates, but she already recognize him when he comes to visit her. Now all she needs is a name! Any ideas?

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Home Again!

Hi all we are home again after being gone for most of the summer. While it was a fun summer of hard work and gardening, it is very good to be home. Sam's classes have already started and mine start this week. I'm totally pumped for my last year of counseling classes to begin! On our way back from visiting Maine, we stopped to look for yarn stores, and stumbled across a wonderful fiber store instead. Portland Fiber Gallery & Weaving Studio, http://www.portlandfibergallery.com/, has incredible products and deals, and a very friendly, down to earth staff. If you live in Portland, Maine check them out.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Hooah and Amen!

I was privileged to attend to very different services yesterday. The first was at my home church in PA. The age rang is diverse, though most of the congregation is 20 and 30 somethings. The dress code is from jeans to dresses. Tim's sermon started with a video clip from Pirates of the Caribbean and the remainder focused on 1 Corinthians 3. The fellowship was great!


Then last night I attended the new cadet worship service at the Cadet Chapel on West Point. The service consisted of Amy, myself, and about several hundred sweaty, tired, new cadets. It was the first chapel service I’ve been to where the worshipers placed M-4 weapons in the pews next to the kneelers. Instead of Amen, the Soldiers yell Hooah! The Chaplin, dressed in full battle rattle, preached a visual sermon on the armour of God. It was a meaningful and encouraging message to the worn down Soldiers.

It was awesome to participate in two very different services and feel the spirit of God so evident in each. I was struck with how ready the field is and how white it is for the harvest.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Reason Why

I found this on a fellow knitter's blog yesterday. I am not sure who originally wrote it, but is spoke to my heart about the reason why God has us wait for things. When I am in the pain of waiting I sometimes forget that His plans for me are good. At that moment it does not seem good, and in fact the wait can seem cruel. But God is good. He has used and is using the pain of my own wait to make me more like Him. I hope this poem is a blessing to you while you wait on God and learn to seek Him more.

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I plead and I wept for a clue to my fate....
and the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? You say wait?" My indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened?Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked,and Im claiming your Word."

My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'No', to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord,that if we believed,
We need to but ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, Ive been asking, and this is my cry;
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
as my Master replied again. "Wait."

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and I grumbled to God, "So,
I'm waiting...... for what?"


He seemed then to kneel,
and His eyes met mine...and He tenderly said,
"I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
I could give you all you seek
and pleased you would be.

You'd have what you want, but
you wouldnt know me.

You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair,
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in me,
when darkness and silence are all you can see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love when the peace of My Spirit
descends like a dove.


You would know that I give,
and I save, for a start,

but you'd not know the depth
of the beat of my heart.

The glow of my comfort late into the night,
the faith that I give you when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
from an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.
So, Be silent my child,
and in time you will see,
that the greatest of gifts, is to truly know me.

Though oft my answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait."

Friday, June 26, 2009

Hick Fun: White(ish) Water Rafting




Mom and Little Sam had the amazing idea of taking the raft for a spin down the river. We've had rain almost every night for the past month, so the water was high and the current was strong. Sam, Little Sam, Kenny, and I spent about an hour blowing up the raft before the adventure commenced. We all gave ourselves headaches before we broke out the duct tape to the bike pump and finished filling up the raft. I am very thankful for simple inventions! Then we launched the maiden voyage, and promptly sprang a leak! Again, duct tape to the rescue! We completed two trips through the rapids before we spent some time swimming in the river. My favorite part was of course the rapids.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Mohawk

When my parents went away on vacation they left strict instructions that little Sam's hair must be cut short by they time they returned. We both agreed that by the time they returned his hair would be short, but they failed to instruct us on what to do with it in the interim. The following photos illustrate what resulted.

Before Haircut:



Interim Haircut:

Strawberry Picking!


Did I mention just how much I enjoy the summer? Last week I went strawberry picking and made two batches of jam. My favorite type of jam is strawberry-banana and you just cannot find that in stores!