Early in the morning, See the little puffer trains all in a row, See the engine driver, Pull the little handle, Chuff, Chuff, Chuff, And off we go!
Dear friends with whom we co-founded our school have now followed the call to church plant up in Wisconsin. We miss them dearly and pray for them regularly. The musician half of the pair, Zach, has just released his first official jazz recording. If you love jazz (and even if you don’t), you need to check it out, here. Listen to my personal fave off the album: Message In A Bottle Told you it was good.
I’m still getting up early everyday. In fact, I’ve acquired such a taste for the solitude of dawn, that I’m quite unsettled if I don’t make time to get my heart “happy in the Lord,” as George Mueller described in his autobiography: I saw more clearly than ever that the first great and primary business to which I ought to attend every day was, to have my soul happy in the Lord. The first thing to be concerned about was not how much I might serve the Lord, how I might glorify the Lord; but how I might get my soul into a happy state, and how my inner man might be nourished. Lately, to cap off my early morning’s celebration of God’s goodness, I’ve been taking a 20 minute walk in the neighborhood. My sweetheart goes before I do, and prays as he walks. I, however, have become quite […]
A soccer mom I’ve never aspired to be As music and art is my personal reprieve Their dad enjoys hiking and man vs. wild And rarely watches a game on the tube for a smile Sitting on Saturdays beneath a hot sun Has never been my idea of fun But alas, the love for our kids and their affections Has driven us to re-consider our anti-soccer direction “As long as we don’t split up every night of the week, Or pick up nuggets as dinner so to speak.” I willingly succumbed to the schedule and gear Keeping in mind that there is nothing to fear Nothing but injuries and sweaty laundry galore Nothing but the end of Tchaikovsy and folklore “Stop worrying,” their dad says, “It’s only a season.” “Besides, what’s learned on the field could stand to reason.” For life is not merely a game of skill But one […]
…are in the shop now. I happily take special orders.
Would today be a good day to remind you that brisk mornings and cooler nights are just right around the corner? The smell of freshly sharpened pencils will soon become wafts of cider simmering stovetop. Pumpkins, hay bales, golden carpet of leaves…they all await you. A pretty scarf, fingerless gloves, your favorite boots…they’ll be here before you know it. And as this deliciously colored set was a little something I made for someone special, I need to get inspired, and make myself some in anticipation of the days ahead, when we may welcome lightly chilled noses and fingertips *Pattern for fingerless gloves came from this website.*
School begins tomorrow. As you know, our family is a part of a Classical school that utilizes the UMS model. In terms of lunches, that’s only two that I must prepare per week this year for my Grammar Stage kiddos. However, since efficiency is sine qua non to our very livelihood in this house, I opted to pre-package many elements of the kids’ lunches this weekend, in preparation for the upcoming weeks. My goal was to involve the kids in making their lunches…then, involving them in the actual packing of their lunches. That’s one entire thing off my list on away-from-home school days! Here are some ways each of my kids helped out: PB & Js: The 8 yr. old made a loaf-worth of PB&J (with almond butter) sandwiches, put sandwiches in baggies, and set them in the freezer. Popcorn: I gave the 6 yr. old a scoop, and asked […]