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Wasting Time
So I’m pretty sure God doesn’t like facebook, my blog or even the internet in general. Okay. I really don’t believe that. But it might be true that God is not okay with the amount of time I waste on facebook in comparison to the amount of time I spend studying Him. And I kind of doubt He appreciates the number of times I check my blog as compared to the number of times I seek His face. Or the amount of time I spend sitting at the computer compared to the number of times I get away from the computer and actually do the good deeds I am supposed…
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Grace
I didn’t write this. I don’t know who did. I just found it. And typed it here. There are no longer good days and bad days. There are only days of grace. There will be days where you will be given the grace to endure what’s going on around you. And there will be days where you will be given the grace to enjoy what’s going on around you. But from here on out, there are only days of grace.
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What Does This Mean?
Perhaps I have allowed our children’s television viewing to get out of hand lately. Bergen asked Mosely a question. She responded . . . “For more information just log on to p – b – s – dot – org.”
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Life Is Wonderful
We took a little hike around the lake today. I heard Bergen singing this … “life is wonderful”. It is. Kevin is back in America. Fall seems to be loafing nearby. We’re all healthy. There is food in our refrigerator. Our kids are laughing. And walking on trails holding hands without being prompted. Ice cube trays and reusable ice cubes are written on my weekly grocery list. Wilder has learned how to chuckle and to grin in response to your grin. We enjoyed a delicious Mexican meal last night at a new-to-us restaurant. Life is wonderful. And I think it is probably all the more wonderful because it hasn’t always…
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Almost There
We miss this guy. (I miss this man.) He’s about to get on a jet plane and head our way. Soon. Official Keigley CuddleFest 2K9, here we come!
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From a Song to Art
Inspired by Ben Harper’s song on the Curious George soundtrack, the kids and I made a little art last week. (Yes, the Curious George soundtrack. Get it. It isn’t just for kids.) We had so much fun painting and cutting and pasting. Even Little Wilder left his mark – a mostly smeared orange hand print. The art was fun. But the song is even better. I think it’s a great anthem for our family and all of our little hands. I can change the world with my own two hands. I can make it a better place. I can make it a kinder place. I could make peace on earth…
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What I Want To Do
What is now proved, was once only imagined. – William Blake There are some things that I long to feed my children every day. And it isn’t food for their stomachs. I want to offer them a sense of mystery. The incredible blessing of a vivid imagination. The gift of simple joy. The beauty of anticipation. The knowledge of a powerful and loving God. The appreciation of nature. The ability to be still. Food for their brains. Their hearts. Their souls. I know I fail miserably every day with these lofty ideals. And I always fail more dramatically on days when I forget to pursue these things myself. When I…
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Growing Up
We live at a camp, you know. It’s really cool. And a little surreal. Kevin and I brought his first youth group, Chalybeate Springs Baptist Church, to Look Up Lodge about twelve years ago. I think we brought two boys. Seriously. And, you know, as I recall, it was in planning that very first summer camp adventure that Kevin and I had our first major marital spat. Oh, I should really call it a fight, because that is what it was. But that’s not my point. Back in the day, when we were new campers at Look Up we fell in love with a little feature of the camp called…
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Is He?
He is. In case you were wondering. His shirt even declares it. Genuine baby. The real deal.
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Divine
We all have long days and lonely moments and scary dreams and busy lives and self-absorbed episodes and exhausting schedules, right? And we sometimes feel as if we give and give and give and these people (in my case, very short people) to whom we are giving and giving and giving just never seem to notice anything except their desire to take more. But then sometimes we get to experience these little moments where we are lifted from our circumstances. We are pulled up, supported, loved in some unexpected, extraordinary in its simplicity kind of moment. God uses people to meet these unspoken needs so often. And I just love…
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Ice, Ice . . . (I can’t bring myself to finish this song lyric)
Maybe you can judge the state of my emotional health and well-being by the status of my ice box. I like ice. When we moved to our new home we purchased a lovely Samsung refrigeration unit that featured an ice maker. Because I like ice. But alas. Our home did not come equipped with a water connection to said ice maker. I was sad. Because I like ice. I do not like ice cube trays. I don’t like how they appear stackable but are in fact only stackable if the water is already frozen inside of them. That doesn’t make any sense. I was forced to reach a compromise, however.…
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At Our House
This morning I opened the refrigerator. I found these. Perfectly logical – right?
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The Town of Mo
The rumor around our house is that Mosely is an alien. (Hey, it’s just a rumor guys.) London even asked her, “Mosely, are you from this planet anyway?” I’m not saying I believe the rumor. But could this be evidence? In MoselySpeak, words sound a little different. A “driver” is what you and I would call a steering wheel. Mosely frequently wishes for a backseat driver and a pedal so she can go wherever she wants to go. When most people see a Volkswagon Beetle, they say “Punch bug!” Not Mosely. She says, “bizzy bizzy bizzy bizzy bizzy back”. If nighttime approaches and Mosely’s special blanket, the one she has…
