Eyes of Wonder

The potter's hands

A Simply Lovely Life

About 6 years ago, Big Papa and I met a very precious couple at a buzzing arts and crafts fair, in a lovely local park. Nicholai, now 7, was on Big Papa's back in a backpack and I was carrying Sophia, in my womb. The other children were strolling along beside us.

George and Kathy were sitting aside in the most friendly way, amidst shelf after shelf of the most delightful pottery--much of it the loveliest shade of green, my favorite color. I would be one who would typically walk through the entire event drinking in all the creativity and loveliness, and come away having actually bought nothing at all. Well, this in mind, I had no sooner entered their booth when my eyes clapped on the most incredibly beautiful large bowls, that had been molded around rhubarb leaves. I quickly made my way towards one of them, whilst mentally claiming it as my own. Well, there was a fair-sized crowd gathered 'round in George and Kathy's tent, and it seems I wasn't the only one that had taken an immediate fancy to Kathy's exquisite rhubarb bowls. No sooner had I stepped back to consider the purchase with Big Papa, than a young gal grabbed *my* bowl and squeeled with delight over the fact that she had just found *the most perfect wedding present*. My head of course went into a bit of a swirl as I stood processing what had just transpired----mouth a-gape, all I could think was, "I don't even know you, and I'm already married!!" :o)

Interestingly enough, it was at right about that moment that I started to feel really lightheaded and began to pass out! I managed to softly say that I was about to do so, and Kathy, dear kind, gentle soul that she is, quickly grabbed a stool for me to sit down on and took me under her wing for a bit, making me feel entirely at home (while I recovered from the gal making away with my rhubarb bowl :o) The truth is that I nearly always have a near fainting episode at the beginning of each pregnancy, and I thought it was terribly good of the Lord to use it to my advantage, to tie sure heart strings with George and Kathy! He is surely the most creative of all, yes! How kind.

One aspect of the meeting that made it especially special for all of us in our family, straightaway from the onset, was the fact that even at that time, Julia and Chubb both had a sincere desire to learn to throw pottery. Well, with 10 children and a very busy family life from day-to-day, one of the primary things that we have chosen to do, is wait, in just about every area that would have had me spending alot of time outside the home, and out and about in the car, for lessons. I know not everyone chooses this route, but because it would have been lots of time traveling to and from lessons if each one was involved in lessons of some type, and we really desired to have a slower rhythm to our days, we chose to wait until the children were older, had a sustained expressed interest in something, and a would find pleasure in learning it. This has worked out very well for us. Both Rosie and Julia had an interest in the piano and now that they are older it has worked out nicely for them to be able to go, together, to take lessons from a dear friend, nearby. They have learned so quickly and it's such a blessing to see them love to practice--of their own accord, and listen to them play, throughout each day.

Well another long-lived area of interest for a couple of the children was pottery, for Julia and Chubb. It has actually been a burning desire for quite a long while for them, to try their hand/s at it and hopefully come into a situation where they could begin to acquire and develop the skill.

So, time went by and we periodically spoke with George and Kathy over the phone. At one point I spoke with George, a very precious brother in the Lord, and was so sad to learn that he had cancer--cancer of the appendix, and his appendix had ruptured. This was good in that it was through the ruptured appendix that the cancer was discovered, but at the same time devastating, because the rupturing caused the cancer seeds to spread throughout his body. Our family prayed each day for George and Kathy and their dear family, as they made their way through this very difficult time

Some time following the surgery and treatment we were truly (far more than words could possibly express) overjoyed to see George and Kathy once again at the same arts and crafts fair, now a couple of years later. I finally got my incredible rhubarb bowl ,plus another large thrown bowl, and George and Kathy also kindly gifted me with a beautiful medium-sized bowl to add to my treasured collection. My eyes kept filling with tears throughout the visit, because I was so thankful that the Lord had seen them through and George, though still tired and weak, was getting well. We parted with hugs and the hopes of soon getting together for a picnic as well as George having very kindly offered to hold a pottery session for Julia and Chubb (he actually entirely welcomed *any* and all of the children that might have an interest), as soon as he felt well enough.

Well, time flew by as it has a way of doing and before we knew it several more years had passed. Big Papa called George on the phone just a couple of weeks ago, only to discover that after 3 years of being cancer free, the cancer is back. Just a bit over 5 weeks ago, George underwent surgery, again, and is presently going through chemo. Following the surgery the surgeon gave Kathy a very discouraging prognosis. Perhaps the most devastating news her heart could hold and be presently carrying.

They are praying, and many are praying, with, and for them. They love the Lord with all their hearts and realize that he holds their lives, both George and Kathy's in His hands. As each of us--only in part--if we or one we love has never passed through such a thing, can imagine, this is a very difficult time of uncertainty, that they and their family are having to pass through just one day at a time. They'll be leaving for a large alternative, cancer treatment center in the country, on August 13th. The people there have been most supportive and kind, which has been a great comfort and blessing. During this trip George will have a pet scan done, to determine the extent of the cancer. I'd like to ask each of you dear ones to please join us in the days ahead, praying for George, for complete healing--as we know that God is able, and/or for God's loving grace to be poured out upon them, day and night, His peace that passes all understanding--to overflowing, His joy unspeakable--supernaturally, in the midst of circumstances, and His tender Father love to cocoon them as they go moment-by-moment through each day. If you'd like to leave them a loving note of encouragement here, and let them know that you are praying for them, I'll be sure the notes get passed along to them. Thank-you, truly, more than words can say.

Despite having just recently had surgery, George very kindly welcomed us over to their warm, lovely home, for a pottery session for the two **really--wanna--be** potters. So, Rosie, Julia, Chubb, all the little ones and I, loaded into the van and set out on our way. The air was filled with excitement. Honestly, I can't really tell you how exciting even the thought of the whole thing was for Chubb and Julia. James remarked to Big Papa, the night before as Chubb was scurrying around doing all he possibly could to get things situated for the next day, "I've never seen Chubb so excited about anything!". It was so entirely true. My heart was about to burst with excitement because as their mother I was so happy for them.

When we arrived I asked if it would be all right for *everyone* to get out for a just a couple of minutes to take a quick poke around the potter's shop and get a peek at the wheels, etc.... George, looked at me and said, "Absolutely! You can *all* stay the *entire* time (I had planned to have Rosie take the little ones in the van for a spin and perhaps to a park, while I stayed with Julia and Chubb and the baby). So, wriggling with delight the little ones hopped out and we made our way in through their very inviting, artistically arranged cosy home met one of their four dear daughters and her precious son.

Well, just so you get a real true feel for where I'm headed here, let me just pause to say, that George had a great big pot of beef stew, simmering on the stove that he had been preparing for a family gathering arranged for the following day. Most of the veggies were right straight from their garden.It smelled delicious inside, and was so homey and wonderful!

The day that followed was, with absolutely no exaggeration, one of the very most beautiful days of mine, and the the children's entire life. It was so incredibly God--arranged that I had to fight back tears on and off throughout it. George and Kathy are two of the most sincerely open, free, kind, caring and giving people I've ever met.

I've been praying about writing this post, the past few days, as my heart has been so acutely aware of all that dear George and Kathy are presently passing through, and the very sensitive nature of the situation, and also, because it was so special to my children, that I wanted to record it in a way that they could hold onto it--that we all could, and remember it, for always. But the truth is, even without all the photographs, I'm sure that each one of us will. It was so very beautiful, we couldn't but. What began as a pottery lesson blossomed into 6 hours of really indescribable sweetness. God reached out and loved my children and me, as an individual, and as a mother, in the most incredibly tangible way.

The potter's wheels were set up beneath two large maple trees, flowers were blooming in profusion, everywhere. They had a huge yard, a large fruitful garden, a tree house, a hammock, little ride-on tractors, and above all, wide-opened hearts of true hospitality and love, to overflowing. I love them both and feel so privileged to be able to call them my friends.

Kathy was at work when we arrived and at one point George had to leave for an appointment and so left us there at home, in their home, by ourselves, to bask in the ongoing gift of the day. About an hour later Kathy arrived home and it was so wonderful to see her. She is a very beautiful woman with a sincerely sweet, gentle spirit and servant's heart overflowing with love. George, like Kathy, has a very laid-back, gentle, easy way and a radiantly merry heart. I only wish each one of you could meet them, in real life. You'd be so blessed. Kathy lavished sweet hospitality upon us, in a warm motherly way.

So, here are photos from the day, this past Friday, to share with you all. I loved nearly every photo of the nearly 350 photos that I took that day. I loved seeing the deep concentration, fascination, and appreciation, on the faces of the potters while the free-flowing, carefree, lovely liveliness of everyone and everything else buzzed around them--so much life, joy, and beauty, within the sunlight and warmth of the gift, of one single, special, set-apart summer's day. The photos, perhaps more so than any others I've ever taken, so truly captured the heart and soul of the day, in nearly every way. George, is a very gifted potter, that loves what he does--he so loves and celebrates life, overall. Two of my children have a burning desire within them to become skilled in the very same, and are so privileged to have him so graciously and kindly for each time that he is able, take them under his wing. At one point, about 3 hours into the time that he spent sitting at this wheel, I leaned over to Chubb in the old friendly, motherly (tell me everything) way, and said in confidence, "Chubby, do you like it as much as you thought you would?? Is it as wonderful as you imagined it would be??"

And he looked into my eyes with his own sparkling and said, with such sincerity, "oh Mom, it's a thousand times more wonderful than I ever would have dreamed that it could have been. I just love it!"

Again, I found myself fighting back tears. "Thank-you, God. Thank-you so very much.".

The pottery shop was enchanting. George and Kathy invited the children to pick raspberries and beans--what a joy. We left their home with the gift of the loan of a potter's wheel, a book to borrow, plans for a homemade potter's wheel--which Chubb and James plan to make, and Chubb is over the moon about! The gift of 50 lbs of clay, 2 of George's beautiful pottery bowls (some of which you will see them using as they work at the wheels, in the photos) filled with supplies, a beautiful extruded pottery vase for me, and a lovely artistic extruded mug for Big Papa--that he was so incredibly thrilled to receive. By the end of the day Julia and Chubb had completed 3 amazing bowls each and a mug for Julia as well, under George's gifted tuteledge.

I have been so excited about sharing this day with you guys and so anxious to ask you all to pray, as I know you surely will. Thanks for being so sincerely caring and loving.

So, here are just a few of my favorite photos from the day, from beginning to end. Since I haven't shared too many photos in the past couple of posts I feel free to share a good number--the very least amount I believe, that would be worthy of one of the very, very, loveliest of days.

George and Kathy, if you're here, I love you both, and we are thinking of you and praying for you, throughout each day. Thank-you, for being you, and for allowing God to live and love and bless us immeasurably, through you. It was a gift we'll treasure, for always.

Thanks for sharing in our joy, everyone. Much, love to each one of you, Jewels















George washed these the night before, for the children to wear.















Both George and Chubb's hands. I love this shot. I love them all.

















Beautiful, kind, gentle-spirited, Kathy.









Picking beans in the garden.





























































But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

Isaiah 64:8

Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall not wither, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

Jeremiah 17: 7-8

As a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are but dust.

Psalm 103: 13-14

More than anything, thank-you, thank-you, for praying for George and Kathy and their precious family, as they make their way through these days of uncertainty, ahead--trusting with all their hearts in the very One that made them, knows them through and through, loves them, and holds them, tenderly in His hands.

Have a lovely day, tomorrow.
Your friend, Jewels

The priceless gift of love

A Simply Lovely Life

As I look back over the past 45 years of my life, there is a dreamy haze that wraps itself around much that's transpired throughout the countless moments, into days, into months and on into years. Family, friends, neighbors, teachers, Christmases, Thanksgivings, birthdays, year after year of school, and jobs, various states and cities.

As time goes by, the all too fleeting passage of it, seems to be illuminated at various points along the way, by people, people that have stood out to me, primarily for one reason--that they loved.

I remember my kindergarten teacher, Miss Heddler, always gentle and kind, playing blocks and house with us, reading us stories on the big round braided rug while we gathered 'round her, basking in the glow of her warm, accepting smile. Painting on easels with big fat brushes and baby food water jars, growing bean plants and grass seed in styrafoam cups on the long wall of windows and sills. I remember that year of my as though it was yesterday, because Miss Heddler loved us, and being in her class was like being in her home, because she held each one of us close, in her heart.

She was followed by Mrs.Tapovatz and next Miss Owen/and Miss Woodruff, whose faces are somewhat indistinct and fuzzy in my mind, but my eighth year and third grade dawned with yet another life that overflowed with love--Mrs. Teubert's, reaching out to profoundly touch mine. I think I can say with certainty that every single child in my class was in love with her, believing beyond a doubt that they were her favorite. I also believe that I learned and retained more during that year of school than any other. She smiled all the time, scruffed up our hair, and read to us, faithfully, every single day right after lunch, and was at the same time perfectly fine with us laying down our heads and falling fast asleep while she did so. At thanksgiving we each dressed up as an indian or a pilgrim, and made a big feast with all the trimming right in our classroom, from the turkey to the butter that we made to slather on our biscuits. For Christmas we made a mirul the size of an entire wall and traced each other's bodies to make life-sized families and carolers, and decorated rooms and furniture out of newsprint and construction paper. We decorated a huge Christmas tree with popcorn and cranberries and paper chains and paper cut-out birds--something I have done each year with me own children, due to the treasure that memory always has ever held for me, since. She had us get a letter from each of our grandparents that were alive and willing to write one, and then devoted part of an afternoon to cookies and milk while she rocked in her reading chair in her warm nurturing way and read them aloud. I remember the sadness that filled our hearts as she hugged each one of us good-bye before leaving on a two week trip to Australia to visit her family (*this must* be why I love those dear Australians, so :o) and how our little eight year old hearts rejoiced when a package arrived from Australia with a separate card for each of us--containing a note of love from our beloved friend, who missed us--and for each one, a tablet with either a koala bear or a kangaroo on it (mine was a koala bear) a new pencil and a two cent piece. She continued to love me (and I'm sure everyone else) throughout my entire life at grade school and hugged me and spoke life into my being each time our paths crossed in the halls. Once she loved you, she always loved you. And even when I was a teenager, in Jr. High she kindly had me over to her home in the country where she and her husband also had an antique shop, for lunch and a lovely stroll out on their property and along the brook.

And while in my teens there was the ever-present gift of my beloved aunt that has always been like an older sister to me, Cheryl, and my very dear uncle who was like a beloved brother, Leigh, who also both---loved. They valued people and relationships so highly and seemed to always have an endless store of kindness, acceptance, of love. I don't think there was ever a single moment that I didn't feel entirely welcomed in their home and in their hearts. Homemade soups on the stove, celestial seasonings tea, chips and salsa, playing the guitars and harmonica, singing, talking, talking, talking, late into the night......... always an abundance of love.

There are so many, and I have shared much of the others in things I've written in the past, but it seems that though I live to be one hundred I will ever and always be learning, and yet will still have merely only scratched the surface of the wondrous thing, called love.

I have far more dear friends than I deserve and owe them an enormous debt of gratitude for all that they have taught me, about love. For it seems that this is the very way that I have learned and continue to learn of it--through the very ones by and through whom it has been graciously gifted, to me. God is so kind to have it work this way.

I shared a ways back on the blog about a very dear friend, a tenderhearted, kind man, probably the most caring, thoughtful, giving, loving friend of my lifetime, outside of my family. Among far too numerous to number other things, he even singlehandedly put a new roof on our home in just a couple of days--my very dear friend, Paul. I have learned so very much of love through the life that he lives and the love that he gives so freely, asking nothing in return.

Another very, very, dear and precious friend, Heather, has struggled with myriad health issues and lives with chronic pain, but is ever and always focused on the hearts and needs of others. In the midst of her own struggles and difficulties my sweet friend, Heather, sent a package along with the children (who had gone by to visit her), for me---during a time not too long ago when I was struggling with illness (which paled in comparison to her own situation)--and in the bag was **an entire month's worth** of loving cards with letters of encouragement, and gifts for me to have--one to open each day! I was totally speechless. So much thought and so much time had gone into the making of that precious gift---of love. Among, again, gifts far too numerous to number, she, years ago, a very talented seamstress, she made and gave, the gift of a twin-sized quilt to each one of my children, which they loved too much to not actually use. So they were wrapped around them every night, 'til they, like the Velveteen Rabbit, were loved to near rags. Memories that for them, like me, will never fade.



I have learned so much through these and many other very dear ones (many of you among them) that have taken the time and the effort to bless my life with the gift of love. And what have I learned specifically? I've learned about giving of oneself sincerely and sacrificially. About always thinking the best and hoping the best for another--even when in your heart you might even have reason to do otherwise. About taking the *time* to do the kind and caring, thoughtful and nurturing thing, though life is busy and often hard, and it requires great effort at times. About giving if and when your able, without weighing and measuring, even when someone is unable to give back. About sharing your heart, openly and freely and making yourself vulnerable, and allowing another to do the same. About giving people the freedom to be themselves with all their inevitable imperfections and mistakes, immaturities and failures and truly appreciating and loving them for just who they are, just as they are, right where they are---through the eyes and the heart, of love.

Our family had an old Dodge Pick-up truck for a number of years. Well, Big Papa had a long-standing desire to get a truck with an extended cab so he could use it to run his errands on the weekends and be able to take all of his little buddies along with him. Well, the years passed and it seemed that that extended cab truck was always somehow getting bumped down below the *actually happening* line, on the list of things to get. Well, right around Father's Day of this year, James and Joseph came to me super excited to let me know about the gift that they were planning to give to Big Papa, for Father's Day--- A wonderfully nice, extended cab truck (not their own big white one), that they had worked and worked and saved and paid a pretty penny for. My eyes filled with tears and my first thought was to say, *no way*! But, I just stood there quietly for a moment, letting it sink in. I realized that there was something priceless in the immense love behind the giving. That the true gift, was, the love--something that had been wrought deep in their hearts that would only multiply and grow, in the giving. I knew that I couldn't say, no, because something would be of priceless value would be lost, if I did.

So, we planned a big pizza party picnic outside (probably a loving gift from my dear friend, Paul) and everyone was jumping up and down in excitement up near the road waiting and watching for Big Papa to come along, making his way home. As he pulled in everyone tried to act as normal as possible--which was pretty hard for them all! And, the photo above is of Big Papa opening his Father's Day card with a folded up photo of the truck that the boys had taken and printed out on the computer, a love letter, and the keys. Well, needless to say, he was super confused at first, then started to cry and the only words he could say, were...."no.. no... no....". while shaking his head and looking at the boys. Then finally, "thank-you so much but I could never accept that boys." To which the boys delightedly (James smiling like the Cheshire cat--which if you've ever met him you know what I mean! :o) responded that there was simply no way they were taking no for an answer, you cannot refuse a gift, and they would be hurt if he didn't take it. The true gift was the love. The love that has grown from each of their conceptions to the present and will continue to grow until one by one each of us die. The priceless gift, of love.

Well, once again, it's late and I am so tired that I'm not going to take the time to go back over what I've written, until tomorrow. Thanks so much for not minding the mistakes and typos--I appreciate it, and will pray that it makes just enough sense for those that come by to visit in the meantime. Thanks for being so gracious.

Thank-you for the kind and loving gift of *your* friendship. If you feel like sharing, and have the time, I'd love to hear about someone/s special that's impacted your life. I'm sure everyone else would, too, if you have the time and you'd like to share.

Also, for anyone that might have the time and be interested, I decided to share a photo that Julia recently took of me, with you guys--It's tucked away on the More than a little bit a little bit about me page (very non-threatening, for anyone that might be nervous about taking a look ;o). I decided to go ahead and be so bold, as I have treasured getting to see photos of each one of you. Now, don't all dash over there at once, okay ;o)

You guys are the sweetest and the best. Thanks for your hugely beautiful, sweet, and loving notes and emails of encouragement, today--and every day.

Off to bed, and Lord willing, I'll see you, tomorrow.
Lovingly, Jewels

Just a little bit of linen

A Simply Lovely Life

The Five-Minute Linen Peasant Cap. Fashioned by the nimble fingers of Julia, for the lovely wee maiden, Aimaija. Just a little bit of linen, lots and lots and lots of fun!











And, this simple blouse fashioned by Rosie from just a little bit of embroidered-linen, using an out of print pattern--Style 2886 (which you would be able to watch for, and most likely find if you're interested, on ebay or somewhere else online), with fitting adjustments made to the neckline, shoulders, and sleeves, and button holes in place of the button loop closures, that the pattern calls for.





Well, yesterday's trip was pretty much topsy-turvy from what we had anticipated. It was a nice time together as a family, but there wasn't much action in the house hunting department. And, the impromptu addition of a second house to look at bumped the job interview ahead to next week--which worked out just fine, but wasn't what we had initially planned.

Though the property was pretty both places we visited, the houses themselves were not especially beautiful. And, though the scenery all along the way was very lovely, and there were countless architectural delights here and there calling to be photographed, we were following our very dear realtor, Jean, at a very good clip, so, (scrunched up nose and tongue clucking) I kinda felt just a little bit awkward asking Jean if we could set up some kind of arrangement, where we would have honked (well, make that *I* would have honked-- as I'm sure Big Papa would have had no part in it :o) to signal for her to slow up, or 2 honks--pull over, or 3 honks--pull over and back up--so that I could get some really good shots!

So, well.........here's what I got. Nothing great, but it's somethin' :o) I was surely thinkin' of you guys and determined to bring *something* back, even if it wasn't beautiful photos of a house. So, as a result of me hanging out the window of the speeding van..........

We have one photo of two horses grazing.



One ancient silo.



An old farm, nestled at the bottom of a hill.



And, another farm that Big Papa and Jean flew by, before I could get the window rolled down, focus, and press the button.



And lastly, the winding country road that went on and on and on and on and on..............we were *way* out in the country!



The trip was profitable in many ways, just not in the exact ways that we had thought that perhaps it might be. So, we're continuing to pray, and move ahead, as we wait and watch for God to lead us, just when and where He desires for us to go.

James has finished painting the entire house--first coat, minus just two small areas. What a tremendous blessing this has been. He's gearing up to finish what remains and then begin on that second coat. Saturday we'll work on packing up lots of books and various other things and moving them into storage, as well as starting to paint the trim on the house. We are **busy, busy, bees** :o)

Thank-you more than words can say, for your prayers and kind and caring encouragement--we're so grateful. And also, thanks for sharing with us about God's loving leading and faithfulness in your own lives--what a blessing it has been. I hope each of you and your sweet families had a beautiful day.

Lovingly, Jewels for all

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life

Well, It's been a flurry of activity here the past few days--a busy week, overall, really. So, we stayed home today and are enjoying a nice quiet, laid back Sunday, as a family. There's a turkey baking in the oven, and Claire and Wesley are heading over with Josie (and Bug). I kicked back and did some reading, and later a bit of poking around in the garden. It's been nice, just slowly making my way through the house--chatting with the gals--working alongside me, watching the little ones outside with Big Papa, through the open kitchen window while doing the dishes, sweeping and vacuuming. There are several loads of laundry out on the line that are waiting to be taken down, brought in and folded, and more to be done. It has been a relaxing quiet day, spent pleasantly resting up for another full and busy week ahead---Preparing to put the house we've been in for the past 14 years on the market, looking at houses and property elsewhere, Big Papa leaving his job of 20-some years and considering employment options (at home and outside the home), while all the while continuing on with the simple ordinary day-to-day things of life and living---Cooking and laundry, the gardens and sewing, storytimes, bathtimes and bedtimes, sifting and packing, the be-ings and do-ings, right here, right now, while we simutaneously prepare for the days ahead.

I've been thankful for, and blessed during, my times of reading my Bible and sharing with the Lord, amidst the present busyness, uncertainties, and change.

A. W. Tozer wrote, in "The Pursuit of God":

"God is so vastly wonderful so utterly and completely delightful, that He can without anything other than Himself meet and overflow the deepest demands of our total nature, mysterious and deep as that nature is."

How true I have found it to be, that over the years in and out--through the various seasons and circumstances of life, He is continually there, proving to me that He truly can satisfy my heart deep within--to the degree that I turn to Him in my need and allow Him to do so.

I am so thankful for this very dearest friend who meets with me each and every time I turn to Him--never too busy or distracted--to share deeply and truly all of my joys and sorrows, knowing He delights in hearing. I love the fact that with God, I never have to worry about getting it just right or being misunderstood, because He has *all* the facts about me and my life, from my conception to present, without me even having to think to try and figure it out or say a word. I can just *be* in His presence, however I am, and trust Him to sort out even the most confusing or painful things while lovingly affecting any wrong thinking I might have with His liberating Truth, as I commit my way to Him.

I am so thankful for the immense peace that Big Papa and I have during this time of transition in our family. I look back upon days gone by, when I didn't know Him as well, nor trust Him as much as I do now. But, He was always and ever there holding out His hand and heart to me, for me to do so, using the joys, sorrows and difficulties of this life to teach me just how capable He is of more than satisfying my every need, wherever I am, whatever may come.

The longer I walk with Him, the more it becomes the natural, comfortable, peace-giving thing--like breathing, to cast my cares immediately upon Him, seeing that it is His delight and pleasure that I do so; trusting Him to care for all that concerns me and mine, while I tend to the simple business of knowing and loving Him, enjoying and worshiping Him--my childlike expression of my acknowledgment that He is indeed God, omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent. That He is sovereign and nothing can touch my life without being first sifted through His hands. Those hands which are the very hands of the One who alone *is* Love.

I know that there are a number of you that are passing through difficulties and uncertainties that are at times threatening to overwhelm you, especially if and when they involve your dear husbands and/or precious children. If you feel at all unsure, afraid, lonely, hurting, empty, or confused, I'd just like to put my arms around you as a sister and friend, and say softly and assuredly, God is *always* for you, He knows you better than you could ever know yourself, and loves you *far more and with a truer love* than anyone else could ever, ever, hope to. Entrust your heart to Him, pour out whatever it might hold, plainly and honestly, even if there are no words--but perhaps just tears, or anger or frustration. Let it out to God--the One that has the ability to change you and others on the inside. The One that takes all that you are and are not, and gives to you of Himself. Continually cast your cares, though they be many, upon His shoulders, and let Him care for you. He desires to carry your burdens for you.

He's different from even the closest of friends, in that He has everything, needs nothing, knows your thoughts and therefore your heart, understands you--even when your thoughts seem jumbled and beyond understanding. When you open your Bible, open it looking for God Himself amidst it's pages, because the Bible is not an end in itself, it is meant to lead us to the loving, heart of the person of God.

Here is an excerpt from a favorite book by one of my all time favorite authors, Amy Carmichael. The book is entitled "His Thoughts Said.....His Father's Thoughts Said"

Tomorrow

His thoughts said, "But what of tomorrow?"

His Father's thoughts said, " Thus saith the Lod to thee, even thee, Fear not. Fear not, neither be afraid to go forth tomorrow. No evil shall be sent to meet thee."

But the son knew that trouble might be sent to meet him.

His Father said, "Before the trouble can meet thee it must pass through the brightness of My encompasssing Presence, and passing through that brightness it loseth it's darkness. It hath no more any power for evil. Also, as thou knowest I will be with thee in trouble.

On this word the son stayed his heart, saying, "the Lord will take care of me. I will trust and not be afraid to go forth tomorrow. I will praise Thee O Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises to Thee; yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful." And, he marveled that he had ever been afraid.

May each one us continue to be led by His gentleness as we grow to trust Him ever more and more with our well-being, resting in His entirely trust-worthy love.

1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

Psalm 145:
10  All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD;
         and thy saints shall bless thee.

11  They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom,
         and talk of thy power;

12  to make known to the sons of men his mighty acts,
         and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.

13  Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
         and thy dominion endureth throughout all generations.

14  The LORD upholdeth all that fall,
         and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.

15  The eyes of all wait upon thee;
         and thou givest them their meat in due season.

16  Thou openest thine hand,
         and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.

17  The LORD is righteous in all his ways,
         and holy in all his works.

18  The LORD is nigh unto all them that call upon him,
         to all that call upon him in truth.

21  My mouth shall speak the praise of the LORD:
         and let all flesh bless his holy name for ever and ever.

Psalm 146:
5 Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help,
         whose hope is in the LORD his God:

Psalms 91:2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Some beautiful verses that Tina shared. Thanks so much, Tina :o)


Lovingly, Jewels

Resting in His love

A Simply Lovely Life

It is our ignorance of God that causes the problem. Because we do not know Him, we naturally get all sorts of wrong ideas about Him. We think He is an angry Judge who is on the watch for our slightest faults or a harsh Task master determined to exact from us the uttermost service. We imagine, Him as a self absorbed Deity, demanding His full measure of honor and glory, or as a far off Sovereign concerned only with His own affairs and indifferent to our welfare. Who can wonder that such a God can neither be loved or trusted? And who could expect christians with such ideas concerning Him, to be anything but full of discomfort and misery?

It is impossible for anyone who truly knows God to have any such uncomfortable thoughts about Him. Plenty of outward discomforts may exist and, with them, many earthly sorrows and trials. But through it all, the soul that knows God can dwell in a fortress of perfect peace.

"But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil" (Proverbs 1:33). This is a statement that no one dare question. We must listen to God, not only hearing Him, but believing what we hear. Then we would know that because He is God, He cannot do anything other than care for us as He cares for the apple of His eye. All that tenderest love and divine wisdom can do for our welfare must be and will be done without fail. Not a single loophole of worry or fear is left to the soul that knows God.

"Ah yes," you say, "but how am I to get to know Him? Other people seem to have some kind of inward revelation that makes them know Him, but I never do. No matter how much I pray, everything seems dark to me. I want to know God, but I do not see how I can manage it."

Your trouble is that you have gotten a wrong idea of what knowing God is. I am not writing about any mystical interior revelations of any kind. Such revelations are delightful when you have them, but they are often variable and uncertain. The kind of knowing I mean is just the plain, matter of fact knowledge of God's nature and character. It comes to us by believing what is revealed to us in the Bible concerning Him. The apostle John says at the close of his gospel, "and many other sighs truly did Jesus in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book: But these are written that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name" (John 20: 30-31). It is believing what is written, not what is inwardly revealed, that gives life. The kind of knowing I mean comes from believing the things that are written.

The Bible, like a map is a simple statement of facts. When it tells us that God loves us, it is only telling us something that is fact. It would not be in the Bible if it had not already been known to be a fact.

It was a great discovery for me when I grasped this idea. It seemed like all of the uncertainty and speculation out of the salvation of the Lord Jesus Christ. It made all that is written concerning Him to be simply a statement of incontrovertible facts.

These are facts we can believe. What is more, we do believe them, as soon as we see that they are facts. We cannot depend upon inward revelations, but anyone can believe the thing that is written. Although this may seem very dry to start with, if continued, it *will* result in glorious inward revelations. Eventually, we will be led into such a knowledge of God, our lives will be transformed.



This kind of knowing brings us convictions. Convictions are far superior to any inward revelation, delightful though they are. An inward conviction may be upset by the state of one's health or by many other circumstances, but a conviction is permanent. convince a man that two and two are four, and no amount of indigestion, influenza, hurricane winds, or anything else but actual lunacy can upset his conviction. He knows addition just as well when he has an attack of indigestion as he knows it when his stomach is in good working order. Convictions come from knowledge. No amount of good feelings or bad feelings, or of good health or bad health, can change knowledge.



I am absolutely certain that coming to know Him as He is will bring unfailing comfort and peace to every troubled heart. One of Job's friends said in his arguments against Job's bitter complaints, "Acquaint now thyself with Him, and be at peace" (Job 22:21). Our Lord, in His last recorded prayer, said, "And this is life eternal, that might know thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent" (John 17:3). It is not a question of acquaintance with ourselves or of knowing what we are or what we do or what we feel. It is only a question of becoming acquainted with God, and getting to know what He is and what He does and what He feels.



Comfort and peace can never come from anything we know about ourselves, but only and always from what we know about Him. We may spend our days in religious service and fill our devotions with fervor and still be miserable. Nothing can set our hearts at rest, but acquaintance with God. After all, everything in our salvation depends upon Him.

If we were planning to take a dangerous voyage, our first concern would be about the sort of captain we were to have. Our common sense would tell us that if the captain were untrustworthy, no amount of trustworthiness on our part would make our voyage safe. It would be His character, not our own, that would be of paramount importance to us.



I desire to lift some troubled hearts out of their sad and uncomfortable religious lives, into the Kingdom of love, joy, and peace, which is their undisputed inheritance. If I manage this, I will feel that my objective in writing this book has been accomplished. I will be able to say, "Lord, now let Your servant depart in peace, for my eyes have seen Your salvation, and my pen has tried to tell it." .........



....The one thing I want to say in such a way that no one can fail to understand it is this: our religious lives should be full of joy, peace, and comfort. If we become better acquainted with God, we will experience all that He has for us.

~~Excerpted from a lovely book, one of my favorites, "Living Confidently in God's Love", by Hannah Whitall Smith.

I hope your day was beautiful. May the One that made you, knows every thought before you think it, how many hairs you have upon your head, your downsitting and uprising--He who *is* love, hold you close, whisper your name, and as He says in His word, sing over you. He loves you more than any other could ever hope to.
Lovingly your sister and friend, Jewels

Making ready for their rising

A Simply Lovely Life

For thou wilt light my candle: the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness. For by thee I have run through a troop; and by my God have I leaped over a wall. As for God his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all those who trust in him.

It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect. He maketh my feet like hind's feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip.

Psalm 18: 28-30, 32, 36

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.

He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall fall: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up witoth wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.

Isaiah 40: 28-31

Fear though not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee: yea, I will help thee: yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.

Isaiah 41: 10, 13

Shew me thy ways, o Lord; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.



I hope your day is filled with beauty to overflowing; wherever you go, whoever you are with, whatever you do, whatever you say. May each one of us, yield our hearts, throughout the moments of this lovely day, to the One who is Love; opening wide to to His ways, that he might live and move, and have His being, in us, and through us.

The Lord hold you close, bless you and keep you, and yours.

Warmly, Jewels

The most meaningful matter of motherhood

A Simply Lovely Life

The day is done, the house is fast falling asleep. All is peacefully silent and still. I'm tired, and pause, reflectively in awe of life. The enormity of it. The never ceasing advancement of time. The perpetual movement forward, no turning back. The hours given beneath the sun and the moon and the stars. All that transpired from the moment my eyes opened this very morning, to the moment, soon, when they shall once again close in rest.

From the early morning darkness--all alone, to the first exchange/s of the sunlit morn; the slow down, take time, deep heart rituals. The soul food of existence for a life open-wide to investment and treasure bestowed. Little lives, entrusted to my care--seeking me out, with eyes barely open. Total trust. Dependence. Curled up small in my lap and my arms. Cheek-to-cheek. Nose-to-nose. Deeply gazing into my eyes from the farthest reaches of their blossoming beings. Unspoken, unspeakable, heart longings. Seeking to connect to and absorb the God intended, priceless store, ever-available, night or day, never-ending. Sweet mother love; overflowing, in abundance. The most deeply satisfying, enveloping, nurturance that God intends for this life to hold.

I am privileged, even at 45 years old to know the soft, gentle, accepting, unconditional love, of my own precious mother. Today, I wept, as a sweet visit between us over the phone came to a close.
Though I fought against the thought, knowing that it's, Lord willing, still such a long way off, my heart, overflowing with her tender life and love towards me, her child, cried out within me........"what would I ever do without her?". I love her so. So much of who I am, is who she is. So much of who I am is because of what she has poured into my heart and mind from that very first day I emerged from her body and nestled small and secure in her arms. She's my friend. She listens to me. She laughs with me. She cries with me. She understands me and thinks the best of me. She holds me close, across the many miles that keep us apart, physically. She loves me. And I love her.

Life. The gift of life, in the very beginning, and all along the way, moment-by-moment, day-by-day. If I had one thought to share as a mother of many children--many of them now grown, it would be to let go, and freely love, setting aside any and everything that your heart tells you might be hindering you from doing so--for a season. Because, truly, it will more sooner than you could ever realize seem that you have merely blinked your weary mama eyes 5 times and they'll be grown. Everything else can wait, and will be all the sweeter for having done so.

Live slowly and simply, so that you have the time and space to love deeply and well. Hold your children close, as often as possible. Look deeply into their eyes, speak words of life, love and acceptance, into, and over them. Make it your single aim, to be their very best friend on earth. You will in such a very short time be repaid a thousand-fold. Read to them, draw with them, make play dough, take walks, have picnics, make ice cream, tossle their hair, rub their backs, sit beside them, kiss them, kiss them, as you hold them tenderly, close--throughout every single day. Love them.

Nothing will be so precious to you as that love, making it's way in and through, and so sweetly right around back, to you. God's ways are beyond our comprehension, always best, and beautiful. Let Him love all, through you, but especially the most priceless treasure you possess--your gifts. Your tender, impressionable, irreplaceable, sweet children.

Lovingly, your friend, Jewels

P.S. Those lovely flowers above, are the wildflower, lance-leafed coreopsis.

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life

Lord, I give up my own plans and purposes,
all my own desires, hopes and ambitions,
and I accept Thy will for my life.
I give up myself, my life, my all, utterly to Thee,
to be Thine forever.
I hand over to Thee, keeping of all my friendships;
all the people whom I love are to take second place
in my heart.
Fill me now and seal me with Thy Spirit.
Work out Thy whole will in my life at any cost,
for me to live is Christ.

~~A prayer of Betty Scott's heart (and my own heart, too).

There's within my heart a melody; Jesus whispers sweet and low,

"Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still," In all of life's ebb and flow.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know,

Fills my every longing,

keeps me singing as I go.

~~Luther B. Bridgers

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My beautiful friend, Judy's, lovely clothesline.......









And, Judy's blue hydrangea





The Lord bless you and keep you, draw you near and hold you close, in His immense and tender love, for you, and yours.

Warmly, your friend, Jewels

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life

Be Still

It is mid-October. I'm on the high cliff across the big valley from the house. I am sitting very still. The oaks cascade down the steep cliff, their golden leaves backlighted by the sinking sun. The air cools but magnetic earth will not release it's hold of me. I sit, I pray, I do not move. I bask in the ethereal beauty.

Suddenly a squirrel, with an acorn in his mouth, darts toward me. I remain motionless as he puts his front paws on my lap and begins his feast. Amazing! He continues to eat until finished, and then leaves.

James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to you.

I have been going through some tough times, but only when I took the time to draw nigh to God, could He make His love known to me. The miracle of the squirrel's direct contact exhibited the very real and always present, love my Father has for me.

Jeremiah 27:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

God is always with you and always loving you. His thoughts about you are always full of love, peace, and only good for you, and for your future. As you soon as you align your thoughts with His thoughts, you will see dramatic changes in your life.

I arose and headed back to the house, refreshed and restored and impowered, knowing all is well, it really is.

Psalm 46:10 Be still, and know that I am God.

from "Fields With God", by Lorraine Curry.

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Chubb is the dearest of friends to his younger siblings. He's right in the middle, there, so is sensitive to their plights and pleas for many of the simple and often repetative things that those a few steps further on into adulthood, might have ceased to appreciate and enjoy to the fantastic degree they too, once did.

Celeisa's other, presently great delight in life--beside the playground, is being driven 'round and 'round and 'round the yard on one of the lawn tractors (and since the boys work on small engines, we never seem to have a lack of them).

She communicated quite clearly--in her mainly non-verbal enthusiastic way, to her soft-hearted big brother, that she would be just tickled if he would offer up a few minutes of his full and busy day, to pop her on his lap and take her for a friendly cruise around (and around and around) the yard. He hoisted her up, and off they went.

In amazingly short order, despite the loud, noisy roar of the engine, she was out--sound asleep--in her big brother's arm. He drove her around for a bit as she snoozed (about long enough for me to get a fair number of photos and everybody else to get a good look and a smile), then I scooped her up, brought her inside, and got her tucked in comfy for a nice summer's nap.





Enjoy this lovely day.
Warmly, Jewels

Learning Love

A Simply Lovely Life

The family is the place where loyalty, dependability, trustworthiness, compassion, sensitivity to others, thoughtfulness, and unselfishness are supposed to have their roots...

Compassion and understanding of what another person needs comes through having been cared for. Anyone who has the comfort of a little pot of tea, some cookies or toast, or a cup of coffee and some cheese and crackers, or a glass of milk and some fruit--just when he was feeling "down" in the midst of a project--then knows how to do those same things for someone else. A family is the place where this kind of care should be so frequently given that it becomes natural to think of the needs of other people.

Love is one of the basic commands which the Bible gives us concerning human relationships....Love is the basic ingredient of human relationships which is meant to be taught in the family. The family is the formation center for knowing how to love, how to express love, and what love is all about.

A family is the formation center for human relationships. The family is the place where the deep understanding that people are significant, important, worthwhile, with a purpose in life, should be learned at any early age.

Edith Schaeffer
The Art of Life

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become as sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind.

Love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

Does not behave rudely, does not seek it's own,

Is not provoked, thinks no evil;

Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.....

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:1-8, 13

This is my commandment, that ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

John 15:12-13

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Matthew 11: 28-29

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God. Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still in praising thee.

Psalm 84: 2-4

Rest on Sunday

When I Fell in Love With You

When I fell in love with You
I fell hard, what else could I do
You took the old and left me new
Then I fell in love with You

My heart broken, all hope lost
Cold and hard, ravaged, wounded, tossed
Heard Your love song from the cross
And then I fell in love with You

When I fell in love with You
You swept me off my feet
Washed me clean and made me new
In You I was made complete
When I fell in love with You
My heart embraced what You already knew
When I fell in love with You

Sin had bound me through and through
With every failure the darkness grew
Your love fell down with crimson hue
And then I gave my heart to You

You were waiting, Your love true
Me, debating just what to do
My heart was healed when You broke through
And then I fell in love with You

When I fell in love with You
You swept me off my feet
Washed me clean and made me new
In You I was made complete
When I fell in love with You
My heart embraced what You already knew
When I fell in love with You

~~Dennis Jernigan

I love you Jesus. Thank-you, thank-you, for first loving me.
So thankful to be yours, Jewels

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole
And calms the troubled breast.
Tis manna to the hungry soul
And to the weary rest.

Dear name the Rock on which I build
My Shield and Hiding Place,
My never failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace.

By Thee, my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

‘Til then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton

The simple pleasures of keeping my home

A Simply Lovely Life.

I rose early this morning and savoured each moment alone in the quiet stillness, with God.

Once bathed, dressed, and in my apron, I like to light all the candles on the dining room table and start some music playing. If it's warm enough, as it was this morning, I open the front door wide to let in the sunshine through the largely-glass storm door. The house faces south-east, so the front room is flooded with bright sunlight and warmth, first thing.

Today, I filled the sink full of soapy warm water with a few drops of lavender essential oil, and worked quickly to do some early morning deep cleaning in the kitchen; moving things around on the counters--cleaning beneath them, washing down cupboards and walls, the front of the refrigerator and the stove, and scrubbing the sink and my enamel wash basin nice and clean with a bit of baking soda, castile soap, and lavender oil. Everything looked so fine all spruced up, and smelled delightful.

I gave the lovely irises from Claire and Wesley a long drink of cool water and they thanked me by continuing to look fresh and delicately lovely, still. Even more so with the condensation covering the jar, the warm air outside touching the cold water within, through the glass. I stopped for a nice bit to watch and listen to a male and female cardinal that were beginning their day on the sidewalk just beyond my open kitchen window.

When the children awoke, we had a nice breakfast together with Big Papa; scrambled eggs with sauteed mushrooms, onions and cheese, and toast that Rosie and Chubb had made--delicious.

Breakfast over, a loving farewell to Big Papa, and the sink was replenished with fresh warm sudsy water and lavender and the children and I set to work on the morning chores; of dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, washing a few windows, emptying the compost bucket and while doing so checking on the goose, ducks, chickens, and the goat, followed by hanging out a couple loads of laundry that were ready and waiting in a basket this morning.

Rosie and I, teamed together and went in and quickly deep-cleaned the bathroom side-by-side, from top to bottom, chatting away while we worked. We cracked the window open, and left it smelling lovely of lavender, as well.

I'm going to wash another load, some bedding, this morning, and get it too hung out on the line. There's a nice breeze blowing and it's a perfectly lovely day for wash to be pegged out, and sheets, fresh, taken off and brought in, at the end of it. A bit of simple domestic bliss, for me, and for the happy recipients who will be sleeping in the beds to which the sheets belong.

While we worked away the little ones busied themselves in the living room playing "kings and queens", with crowns they quickly cut out and colored and made with Sir Chubb right after breakfast, and capes popped on over their pajamas.

Queen Sophia



King Nicholai



And, Princess Aimaija

Lots of fun.

The morning's passed quickly, and now macaroni and cheese baking in the oven for lunch, which will be a nice relaxing break, all those here together, a welcome quiet of pause from the busyness of the early hours of the day spent tidying the house, the doing of some laundry, cooking, and a bit of schoolwork. The noon meal's transitions us over to the quieter part of the day: nap time, for those that decide to curl up and do so for a while, finishing up any schoolwork, some gardening, a bit of hand sewing, perhaps some time on the swing, reading, and surely, fresh air, sunshine, running and jumping and playing for the Royal Court, after their busy morning spent indoors.

I find a sweet pleasure in loving and serving those in my family and making our house as tidy and orderly a cosy home for them as I'm able. I find joy in watching Big Papa come through the door at the end of his long hard day at work, to things that say "welcome home, we missed you, and we're so glad you're once again here"; a nice meal~~it's aroma filling the air. I love watching him begin to relax as he melts into all those who love him dearest and best, once again, each evening. 

Many and great are the rewards of the simple pleasures of keeping a home~~both in the doing, but especially in the receiving. The *something* that comes from the doing of even/and perhaps especially,  those seemingly insignificant littlest things from a heart of love.

Rest on Sunday....

A Simply Lovely Life.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.

Psalm 3:8

And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.

Isaiah 54:13

Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far
Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.

No voice can sing,
No heart can frame,
Or can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound
Than Jesus' Name,
O Saviour of mankind.

O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart!
O Joy of all the meek!
To those who fall,
How kind thou art!
How good to those
Who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah! this,
No tongue or pen can show
The love of Jesus what it is
None but His loved ones know.

Bernard of Clairvaux 1091-1153

At the close of the day

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The sun is setting on yet another day, as I sit to type out a quick hello, for tomorrow. Rosie made a delicious meal of stuffed roast chicken/s, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, and green and yellow squash. The dishes are done, little ones bathed and in their pajamas, winding down with Big Papa.

They had an especially nice afternoon, playing in their Little House and working around the yard, doing this, that and the other thing, with Big Papa. Celeisa was happy as could be, all snugged in on his back while he worked.



And it wasn't long before his, rhythmic movement--and her, swaying back and forth--while he raked the yard, had her lulled, sound asleep.



Which is just how she remained for over an hour, as her Papa worked away, thankful for the special time, with his littlest love.







The past few days have been full and fairly busy--especially busy for dear Wesley, Claire and Josie, as they've been moving from the small apartment that's been their cozy home for the past two years, and are beginning to build a brand new nest, in the beautiful trailer that they recently bought. They're so thankful for the way every little detail has worked out for them, in God's perfect timing, and are looking forward to making this their new home. Big Papa and I are just sitting back, marveling at it all--God is very good. Very good, indeed.



Claire's been such a trooper--Elsie to watch over, her littlest one tucked away in her belly--packing, through this past week, and moving over the weekend. They were very blessed to have *her* wonderful mama there with them for two days, working hard right alongside them, to get a great deal done. So, the week draws to an end, with them having made their way, to the other side. Completely tired out, I'm sure, and so thankful for God's loving provision for their beautiful growing family. And, for those that have asked--Yes, they're even closer to us, now. How wonderful. I am very grateful to the Lord, for keeping them close by.

Big Papa and the boys were able to help them move their things, yesterday, and when they got home, the boys kept excitedly saying--"What a wonderful place they've got! It's so nice!". They're so happy for them. We all are. It must be, incredibly special watching your big brother grow, and pave the way-- as your big brother, but also as a husband, a father, and a provider.

All through the day, today, I kept envisioning them in their new home. I can only imagine how lovely it will be, once they get everything situated and put away, their little garden put in, and Claire's cooking away in her big sunny new kitchen. Yes, it will be so nice.

Speaking of Claire, I do have to say, that, happy as I am for her, Wesley, and their babes, I think the true highlight of my weekend was receiving a call on the cell phone while we were away shopping on Friday, with the news that Claire's precious sister, Annie, was going to be getting married, to her longtime sweetheart and dearest friend, Drew. There was *much* rejoicing, with them and for them, in the big red bus, let me tell you!  We bought some really festive looking cupcakes, and a cherry-vanilla soda for everyone, at Whole Foods, and right on the spot, broke out in celebration, in their honor. What wonderful, joyous news! Loving congratulations to you, beautiful Annie, and Drew--Drew will be blessed, as Georg(i)e has been, to have such a wonderful, devoted, caring wife, and (we'll be praying :o) gentle, loving, mama to their children.

Well, Celeisa is asleep and nursing in my arms, and I have a few things to finish up, before getting the other little ones tucked in, and getting snugged in myself. I hope you had a nice weekend, too. Have a lovely Monday.

Jewels

Rest on Sunday....

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Once it was the blessing,

Now it is the Lord;

Once it was the feeling,

Now it is the Word;

Once His gifts I wanted,

Now the Giver own;

Once I sought for healing,

Now Himself alone.

~~A. B. Simpson

I hope each of you, and each of those especially near and dear to your heart, have a beautiful, truly beautiful, day.

Lovingly, Jewels

Rest on Sunday....

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Still not feeling very well, today--having made her way out to the living room, she's snugged in on the couch (in the midst of all the day's activity), dozing in and out, getting lots of tender loving care, from everyone. Curled up small, sweet, and so beautiful, to me--resting to get well.

Thank-you, God, for the gracious gift, of precious little ones with hearts opened-wide, to receive love--presently, this treasured little one--to hold close, to rock, to kiss and hug, sing softly to, read to, to whisper words of love to, tenderly touch and care for, this day, and every day.

Thank-you that you didnt' give her to anyone else, but gave her to her Papa, all of her brothers and sisters, her little neice/s and/or nephew, Grandma and Grandpa, Grammy and Dominic, and to me. We love her so.

We love you, so.

So thankful to be a mama

So thankful to be yours, Jewels

Celeisa, contentedly nursing and sleeping in Mama's arms. Aimaija peacefully resting, snugged in, beside.

Good and tired out from a romp in the wind and the rain and the mud, curled up for a story, with Mama and Aimaija.

A quiet Sunday afternoon.

My daughter, my friend....

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It's not uncommon for me to hear someone say (just about any/and every time I'm out and about with the children), "Wow, you must have your hands full", or "I don't know how you do it!", or "God bless you!" (translated--"God help you!)!", as soon as they discover that I am the mother of 10 children (or maybe even just the 5 or 6 or so that I happen to have with me at the time).

I have to admit, that when I look back on the early years of loving and raising my oldest children (nursing them, changing diapers, cooking, sewing, home schooling, sleepless nights and/or nights with very little sleep, baby sickness/all day sickness during pregnancies, etc...) with no old-er children (or nanny or maid,  cook, laundress or gardener) to lend a hand, I kind of marvel at the wonder of it all, myself. And the truth is, that there was so much joy in the journey (depsite the challenges due to my own inadequacies and shortcomings and the inevitable bit of pickle-ism of children here and there along the way), that there are countless days that I daydream about the past, wishing I could turn back the hands of time and do it all over again, one more time.

I marvel at the sweetness those early days held, me learning, growing, changing, walking alongside my precious children, as their mama, but as a fellow-sheep, as well---totally and completely dependent upon God, for wisdom, for strength, for His tenderly-firm love.

The needs really were great and ever-present, and I surely didn't come equipped for the task, beyond the bare essentials. But, God being God, He is not only ever-faithful-and-true (light-of-day, dark-of-night), but likewise, magnetically drawn to need. Therefore, it wasn't long before (thanks to Him and His wise maneuvering) He and I had a pretty good thing goin'.

Since I was nursing a baby or two, year after year, I was inevitably awake at some point during the wee hours of the night, or earliest morning. At first I was (more than) a little hesitant to sacrifice sleep to any significant degree, worried that I'd be a real *sleep deficient ogre* the next day.

God has a plan........

I was a real "mover and shaker" in my day. I guess I kind of held the view that if someone else could do something, well,--then I I could do it, too (if I set my mind to it and tried hard enough).

Then, along came the first of several *pickles*, as I am fond of calling them. He was, it seemed, faster than me, smarter than me, and had a will 5 times as strong as mine. Big Papa and I, took to calling him (in private, of course--though did I menion that he also seemed to have supersonic hearing?) "One-More-Time-Wesley", or "Repeat-One-/as in Broken-Record-Wesley".

In the end, I don't think *I* was a very "tough nut (for God) to crack", as I was dealing with, as I said earlier, a *pickle* (the first of 2, possibly 3), which brought me to the end of myself, seemingly overnight (oh, the patience of God. You and I know it surely took longer than that. Yes? :o).

I was an avid reader, and spent my evening hours (in those early days-- for sometime, Big Papa was not only working during the day, but also going to school and undertaking various other pursuits during many nights) submersed in parenting books, knowing in my heart if ever there was a "sink or swim" situation, this would be it.

It seemed for a short sprint, I read it all, I tried it all, but it still wasn't jelling, somehow. I just knew there had to be *some*thing better--short of calling the authors on the phone (several times a day), or....moving in with them. I respected all the authors. I was truly amazed, in awe, really at their endless successes with their own children, but somehow, what worked for them (being who they were), with their children (being who they were) just wasn't working out quite the exact same, for me, and mine.

I'd never desired anything more than I desired to be a loving wife and mother and have a peaceful, orderly, warm, inviting home. I loved my children, so much.

So, my need for *h-e-l-p*, began to take precedence over my need for sleep, and I began going to God, as a friend (albeit a desperate one) each night (in the middle of the night/very early morning) after nursing one of my babies. I had everything that I needed gathered together, at the ready--my Bible, a hymnal, my journal, pens, highlighter, and I would wake myself up while nursing, get the baby snugged back in, (or in the case with some-take 'em with me) and go into the living room, to just *be* with God.

It's here I'll digress for one moment. It wasn't that I was unfamiliar with intimacy with God. As a young Christian, 20 years old (born, raised, and living in Wisconsin), God opened up the doors for me to go to a Christian ministry in New Hampshire.  I was amazed at the beauty of New England and was blessed with some of the dearest relationships I'd ever known. Through God's providential blessing, what began as a magical, beautiful, summer education situation, evolved into a year-long commitment as a "counselor", or "room discipler" (i.e. one who God desires to do a whole lot of befriending, sistering, mothering, loving, nurturing---through (key word, here--through) Perhaps, even more accurately *in* and through. Well I wasn't long at His Mansion, in this capacity, before I realized, that the needs were *way* too great, including those of my own, for me to even remain there myself, without quickly burning right out/running away from it all, let alone be of any help whatsoever to anyone *else*.

I lived in what was called, "the Chalet". Each female counselor/discipler, lived in a room, of "the Chalet", with 3 precious young women. It was a room large enough to hold 2 sets of bunk beds, 2 bureaus, and a bookshelf. Each room had it's own bathroom.

We did have time set aside each morning for devotions, about half an hour or so--to read our Bibles and pray--all of us in the room, together, each situated on her own bunk. But, there were more than a few distractions, and the time flew by. Though I was able to read a little bit of the Bible and spend some time praying, each day, there was no real significant, one-to-one truly life-changing exchange taking place between God and me, or between me and anybody else, as a result.

Well, as the needs in the lives of those around me, as well as the needs in my own life, became more and more apparent/overwhelming to me, and my own resources and ability to understand, love, nurture, care for, and make a difference in anyone's life proved entirely insufficient, God continued to  draw me to Himself, alone, in a quiet place, when and where He could love me, and I was free to respond to that love--and all the riches it entailed.

So, eventually, go to Him I did, during the only available time-- about an hour and a half before anyone else in my room got up, and in the only available place--the bathroom (as I was responsible for the gals in the room, and couldn't just head out to somewhere else). So, thus it began, that each morning I'd wake up to my alarm (way before my body was agreeable to actually doing so) and head into the bathroom. I'd perch my guitar case along the side of the tub, and get situated with my Bible and begin reading it, not as one reading a textbook for sheer knowledge, but as one searching, out of great need and desperation (my own, and that of those I was privileged to be living with) on the knees of my heart, calling out to, searching for, desirous of finding, God Himself, amidst it's pages.

What began with day-after-day of many tears on my part, became something so sweet that I wouldn't have missed it for all the world (despite the fact that I was getting along on far less sleep than I was prior to the decision to take the only time available to me, to do so) a time of *be*ing with God, so He could love me. It wasn't long before my love for Him grew, and grew, and grew. My heart overflowed in song after song, to Him, and each morning found me in living, breathing, fluid conversation and life-giving exchange, with the One that made me and knew me, and the dearest ones I was living with and walking alongside. God loved me, began profoundly changing me (key word(s) here, again--changing *me*, not any/or everybody else--that I might have been desirous of seeing changed--because they were making my life difficult at times, *but me*, through and in the midst of, the very difficulties He was allowing--and this was a season of many confusing painful difficulties in my life), with a love sufficient for me, with enough left over, for others as well--it was truly amazing, a marvel to me. 

So, it was here that I actually first experienced getting beyond just knowing *about* God (which I do agree is good, too), to actually *knowing and loving*--truly experiencing, for my sake, being loved *by* God. It was during this set-apart time, that I was able to pose all my many questions to someone that wouldn't just listen, but was capable (as no other is) of going on to make clarity out of confusion, affect the inside of me and those I desired to love, give peace, joy, wisdom and direction.

By and by, as I got busy as, and more proficient at being, a wife and mother, I laid aside any real significant amount of time with the Lord, and again went back to just reading a little bit of the Bible and quickly going over my list of requests for myself and others, to God--there seemed to be no time for real friendship, worship, or adoration--just sitting quietly aside with Him. Oh, I still found time to read *lots* of *good* books, but somehow the many, many, *do*ings of my life took precedence over the simply*be*ing with God. And, it was through my beloved children, that He once again began to show me that all the many *do*ings (no matter how good, or worthy, or *for* God, they seemed to be) wouldn't bear the fruit I was so hoping and longing for, in my own life, or the lives of my children, without the *be*ing. I understood.

Although, as at "His Mansion" (that christian ministry that I called home for a good-long-while there in NH), it wasn't easy at times (perhaps even harder, because it was pretty much me and nobody else, on duty 'round the clock with the children--and I had a good-sized little brood growin' and goin'), and every fiber of my being rebelled at the thought of getting out of my nice warm bed and actually willing myself to wake up , I did it anyways. It was really the only time available to me, to be entirely alone with God; no time restraints, no interruptions, nothing to inhibit me from being open, free, honest, plainly and simply--who I was, and who I was not, before Him.

God, met me there, without fail, every time, and again began to do wondrously beautiful things, in my life, and, this time, in the lives of my precious children. None of us were perfect, we still aren't, but there was life, overflowing within my home. God, showed me where my priorities were out-of-whack, revealed true motives of my heart to me, took all of my confusions, frustrations, fears, hopes, dreams, and gave me the peace that passes all understanding, His joy, that fills to overflowing, and set each day in motion to a gentle rhythm, as He led me along my way, through His Word, by His Spirit.

I had so many questions for Him, each day, much that being a wife and mother brought to the surface, that was in my heart, that I was able to lay down before Him--who knew me through and through, and understood my limitations as well as the desires of my heart. He filled me up with a love, His love, that overflowed to each of my children, and enabled me, by His grace, to prioritize, and make the most of the hours in my days.

Those times, alone with Him, brought about continual transformation in my life. He took all that I had and didn't have, and loved me. As He loved me, I loved my children. As He taught and parented me, I taught and parented them.

Well, needless to say, this dependency has (of necessesity) continued on over the years, and God has continued to extend His loving best-friendship to me, and all the wondrous things that go with it.

The thing most precious to me, that has come out of this blessed best-friendship with God, has been, best-friendship with my children, each one of them. Not because I was perfect, not because I had all the answers, not because I read all the right books written by people that had all the right answers. Not because I followed a certain program, or used a particular curriclum, but because God is Love, and He is faithful, and He made us and He knows us, and He gives wisdom, liberally, to those that ask Him for it. He shows no partiality, and is the only one that has access to us, and our children, deep on the inside, the only place where true and lasting change can occur.

I marveled, and marvel still, at how God led and leads, by example, and just as He loved me; by accepting me, listening to me, by delighting in my presence, by meeting my needs--far above anything I could have ever dreamed of or hoped for, by simply enjoying, *be*ing, with me, so He has led, and continues to lead, me, to do the very same with my children.

The fruit has been far sweeter than I ever could have imagined, borne of simply quieting an oft' restless and fearfulful heart, sincerely desiring, to know and love the very One, who was using all the perplexities and difficulties He was allowing, to draw me to Himself.

When life is hard, when you don't have the love, the wisdom, or the strength, to be the wife and/or mother that your heart so desires to be, to your husband/ your children, go to the One that does, and let Him love you. When people hurt you and disappoint you--within, and outside of, your family--tell God. He already knows the situation through and through, understands entirely, and can enable you to see things, clearly, through His eyes of love. He desires more than anything, for *you* to simply *be* with Him. No book, no friend, not even our dear husbands, can take His place. Let Jesus love you, with a love that is enough for you, and every other precious one your life will touch.

The times and places that I have been able to find this quiet place alone with God, have varied over the years. Many times, it's curled up in my bed, with a nursing infant at my side, my Bible and my booklight. Other times it is in the dark of night, awake, alone, with Him, meditating on the Scripture that I have hidden in my heart. But, the desire is always the same--to know Him, to enjoy Him, to love Him and to be loved by Him.

Ask God to show you the best time and place for you to have set-apart time, of simply *be*ing with Him, for I believe it truly is, the "christian's secret to a happy life". A thriving, fruitful life (beyond just the religious *do*ings for God, or striving to be a *good* Christian), despite our circumstances. Only He can make sense of it all. He wants to, and He will. He so desires to walk and talk with us, throughout each day; sharing in our joys and sorrows, carrying our burdens, holding us close in pain and suffering, granting clarity and wisdom in confusion, giving special meaning and purpose-- breathing *life* into the potentially mundane and ordinary.

I was prompted to share this by one of my youngest best-friendships that overwhelms me to the point of tears, on a near daily basis--the sweet friendship that I share with 3 year old, Aimaija. I stand amazed at God's ways. They are beautiful, indeed.

Just as Jesus gained His life by losing it, He desires for us to do the the very same. It is by loving, serving, giving, thinking the best, believing the best, hoping the best, treating our children as the friends that God intends them to be, that we capture their hearts and hold them, through childhood, into young adulthood/adulthood, and for eternity.

And, the loving gifts we in turn receive from our children, are more precious than gold. Not just for the gifts, in and of themselves, but for priceless gift of their heart/s, entrusted, to us--freely, vulnerably, openly, in loving friendship, conversation, laughter. The tender heart, from which all the other gifts are bestowed.

Some gifts from Aimaija (some of the many, that I receive all through the day, everyday)......

Each morning, upon waking, a hug and a kiss and without fail, an "I love you Mama. You're my special mama.".

Above, and below, an orange, that she peeled for me, all by herself without me knowing, and brought to me. Oranges are my favorite fruit. She was so proud, heart overflowing with love. It was a joy and delight for me as we sat, together, sharing the fruit of her labor, and the fruit of our love.



One day's worth of love letters, from Aimaija, to me...



I try to make sure to receive each one with a big gentle hug and a kiss, as though it were the first one of the day, or week, or month, wide-eyed, overjoyed, thankful to be the blessed recipient of her love, no matter how busy, tired, or sick I might be.

I have used various plans of organizing their priceless gifts of artwork to me, over the years. In our old house I was able to devote an entire wall to it all, and proudly displayed it (and there was alot of it/alot of them) for all to see. I've used portfolios made of posterboard, giant books made with paper pages and a cardstock cover. And, here is this latest collection, for Aimaija, placed in an old, old scrapbook (one of several) that I found at a yard sale, for cheap.........



I am able to glue the left-hand edges (in this photo) of of each drawing, or painting, together, and then use a long strip of contact paper down along the left-hand edge (or right-hand egde on the facing page), over all the glued page edges, to hold the numerous masterpieces, together--a whole day's worth-- on the one page (I share this knowing that many of you may being gifted in the very same way, to the very same degree :o)....



And, lastly, every mother's favorite gift (besides I love you's, kisses and dandelion
bouquets), natural treasures from the woods, field, stream/or sea, making their way home, to Mama, in pockets and handfuls. Two day's gatherings put together, to be photographed, remembered, and treasured long after they have all made their way back, to where it is from whence they came. ......



And three times this, here pictured in the photograph--- giftings from each of the Littles, from their trip to the ocean, last week, with Big Papa. My photo just does not do these treasures justice. They're *beautiful*.......I love them!



God's ways are right, they're true, they're best, and only He can give us, not only the wisdom, but the desire and the ability to lay aside our own plans, our own agendas, from day-to-day, and walk in His---which is what alone, will bear the sweet fruit that God desires, for our lives and our families, for eternity.

God gives freely and liberally, simply for the be-ing and the asking, with and of, Him (though often enough, we may not even know where to begin, or just *what* to ask, as life can be hard, and people complex). When we allow God the time, and the opportunity, to love *us*, we in turn are able to love our children as He desires for us to, and only He can enable us to, who then in turn are able to see and know and love, God, us, their siblings, and those that God brings across their paths from day-to-day. What is so incredibly sweet in the younger years, gives way to something beyond expression, in the young adult and adult years.

Yes, my hands are full, but, no, I (nor Big Papa and I) haven't done it, nor do I/we do it, alone--it's actually quite the reverse. And, yes, I *am* blessed, beyond measure, by the gift of my children, because I'm first-and-foremostly blessed by the dearest friendship, of the very One that made them, knows them, loves them-- and, me, so selflessly, so completely.

He loves you, and those you most love, more than any other could ever hope to. He loves being with you, and desires your heart, above all else.

I hope you had a beautiful day.

Lovingly, Jewels

I love you Lord

I love you, Jesus.

Thank you, for loving me

Just as I was, and was not,

Despite all I had done,

And hadn't known to do,

Despite all I do,

All I don't know to do,

And all I choose not to do,

Though deep in my heart

I know better.

Thank you,

For willingly

Sacrificing,

Your life,

For mine.

For taking upon yourself

All the darkness,

The shame

All the hopelessness,

All the pain,

Of my sinfulness,

My woundings

And brokeness,

Washing me

Purely clean,

And making me

Whole.

Thank you for being

My truest love,

My dearest friend.

I love you Jesus.

And I love

Being yours.

With all my heart, Jewels

Spring is playing hide and seek

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The day's been a little on the dark and drizzly side. We've even had some hail. Big excitement for the Littles. But, we know that Spring isn't gone forever--merely ducking her lovely head back in, to insure that we appreciate her all the more, during the fleeting time she comes to stay. And she's right, we will.

Meanwhile, we busy ourselves a tad longer with the humble goings on of the winter cottage, as we content ourselves inside, yet a few days more:

The soft glow of candles, music playing, curling up on the couch and reading away the afternoon, will all too soon give way to the time. I can't wait to witness, one more time, everything that makes it's home in the earth, awakening from it's long Winter's slumber and bursting forth in new life. God, the amazing artist, at His awe-inspiring best.

Chubb Julia, and Joseph are in the quiet, laid back mode, hard at work, studying. James is working diligently on something out back in the shed....







Sophia--5 and Aimaija--3 are still proudly rallying 'round little Celeisa--newly 1, one on either side, walking her all around the house. They know she'll soon spread her wings and fly--to the world of wonderment, that lies just beyond the back door-- her first ever Spring and Summer, no longer on Mama's side (or front, or back) being carried, walking and exploring on her own. And they're makin' good and sure, she's ready.





I had an especially nice nap with the little ones, who'd tired themselves right out with a busy morning of their lively work and play. Oh, how I do love the feeling of having to prop my eyes open, as I read the last couple of Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories and the chapter or two of Little House (we're on Farmer Boy, right now), drifting away into the sweetest of sleeps, curled up warm, beside my smallest treasures. Thank-you God, for the gift of my precious children, from the oldest to the youngest, and sweetest Josie and the littlest, Love Bug--nestled inside Claire. Big Papa and I could never thank You enough for sharing them, with us. How we love You for it.

Rosie's busying herself where she so enjoys being--in the kitchen, making bean paste, fresh gingerale and salsa, while a roast with mushrooms, onions, and stewed tomatoes with freshly made beef broth cooks away in the oven. The smell is filling the house....wafting out the back door. It's even got the ducks and chickens pokin' around on the back porch!

Big Papa's away until later tonight, so the evening surely won't be as fun as usual, pretty much just a continuation of our quiet day, today. We'll miss him. And, he'll surely miss the wonderful dinner that we'll be enjoying in his absence! But, the good news is, for him, there's always enough left over, for tomorrow's lunch!

I hope you're all very well; enjoying the gift of each precious one in your family, and the safe haven, and peaceful rest, of home.
Sending much love your way, Jewels

Rest on Sunday....

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And, for the curious minds that are tryin' to figure out just who this is, that's burrowed in, and made this cozy nest for himself......



Resting up, from the busyness of the week past, and for the busyness of the week to come. Enjoying a nice quiet Saturday snooze.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.

O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.

I love You, Jesus.

Yours, forever and always, Jewels

The best things come in small packages

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In just a short while, there'll be a new little one, welcomed into our family. Claire and Wesley's littlest one, is due to make his/or her emergence into the world round about the end of August. Too good to be true. Another amazing person to love.

You know, I don't believe that anything, really, has consistently, and on an ongoing basis, stirred more love in my heart, towards God, in my very best friendship with Him, than the unequivocal fact, that He gives gifts, in the form of children.

Life. God the Author of Life. He could have had life ever and always begin in adulthood--as in the case of Adam and Eve. But in His love, kindness, and wisdom, He chose to give life, the priceless gift, in the form of the perfectly precious gift of a baby.

The diminutive size (of even the largest baby), the delicate soft skin, shape of the head, distinct facial features, soft milky breath, the utter helplessness and total dependency of a newly-born baby evokes immeasurable feelings of love, and care, first and foremostly, as God intends, in the heart of it's mama, then in pretty much everyone elses life their wee life touches. The fact that instantaneously without thought or effort on her part, her body produces first the vitally important substance of colostrum and then milk--perfect composition, perfect temperature--to nourish this very one, newly emerged from her very own body, now perfectly fitted to the crook of her arm, nestled at her breast, at just the right distance to bask beneath her loving gaze, for his/or her present state of vision. Perfectly situated just near enough, to hear her whispered words and songs of tender affection.

It's all so amazing--total understatement. Mind boggling! As God says in Jeremiah 1:5, before I formed you in your mother's womb, I knew you. Nothing by chance. Intentional in every single detail, from the intricate formation, moment-by-moment, day-by-day, to the body's ability to bring the child into the world (whole nother incredible topic in itself!).

To think that I knit these tiny little sweaters over a year ago (I put the tea cups beside them to give you an idea of just how small they are), for my very own littlest--Celeisa, then tucked away inside of me, while I, on bedrest, lay--learning, growing, changing myself, all a result of her *be*ing, though we hadn't even met yet. I loved her so. I couldn't wait to see her face-to-face, hold her in the crook of my arm, nurse her at my breast, as I had all nine of her brothers and sisters before her.

Anyways, babies, among other things, have been on my mind. Can you tell? How grateful I am to God for allowing me the gifts, of 10 children, here, to love, and one in heaven.  How grateful I am for my beautiful, delightful grandbaby girl--Josie, and her tiny baby brother or sister. How grateful I would be if God was to see fit to bless me with another child of my own, to carry, to give birth to, to nurse, to mother, to love. Perhaps He will. Though I know the time of childbearing and childbirth, and nursing newborns, is a lovely season of my life, that will one day, soon, draw to a close. How very, very thankful I am for all that is, and all that has been. Thank-You, God, for giving gifts, in the form of children. I know I am only one of the countless many, that love you so for it. There's no One, like You.

It's the beginning of week's end--perfectly beautiful, here. Really, truly, perfectly beautiful. I had a busy day out shopping, with Rosie, Chubb and the Littles, and couldn't stop remarking all through it, about how lovely the day was. You could see, feel, and taste the joy of Springtime. As I'm typing Celeisa is out walking around the yard, pushing a little wooden baby buggy. It's her first Springtime, and she's marveling over the wonder of it all; picking grass to put in her buggy, following the ducks and chickens around. She's in her glory, so happy just to be alive. Rosie's listening to music while making dinner, the rest of the younger children are outside playing; jumping on the trampoline, playing kings and queens, etc....the table's set and Big Papa's on his way home. The sun is still shining, as though the day were yet young. The wind is singing the sweetest song through my window, just now. Peace and joy are my pleasant companions. Yes, life is indeed so very good. So very simple, in the midst of all it's complexities, and so very good.

I hope you have a relaxing weekend.

Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. For those that are interested in what we're knitting.... both sweaters (and the little purple cap) are made of the softest wool. The bottom, colorful sweater, was knit up of a lovely merino wool, dyed with various flavors of kool-aid :o) Isn't it cute. I have enough yarn left over for a matching hat, so just have to get around to making it--one day soon. Hopefully we'll have another little one to fit into them one day--If not, there are always lots of baby dolls waitin' and hopin' for sweaters too small for anyone else, to be passed along their way. And yes, Celeisa did fit perfectly into the little sweaters. She was born a month early, weighed 6lbs at birth and went down to 5.5lbs in the first couple of days. So, though she was a good size for being 1 month early, she was by far the tiniest of any of mine--and missing all the body fat I was so use to seeing--and looked especially fragile and little-bird-like, to me! Once she took off nursing, that good ole mama's milk fattened her right up.

Rest on Sunday....

A Simply Lovely Life.

"The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes,

and surely it is in the everyday things around us

that the beauty of life lies.”

~~Laura Ingalls Wilder

The little things in life surely do matter.

The little things, the true foundational things that we may be tempted to forgo, for the seemingly greater, cannot really be forgone. They're the things that add up, and make a difference, the immeasurable, magnificant difference, in the long run....in a life, in relationships, in a home.

Our little acts of kindness, our words of love spoken, written, throughout each day, even though seemingly passing unnoticed or even unappreciated, are *never* so, in the eyes and heart of Him who knows us and loves us best, and is a rewarder of even those things that are done, in secret. These seemingly small deeds, throughout the ordinary of each day--that add up, and make a difference, individually, generationally, eternally.

It's the small things, left unaddressed, that cause a heart to grow cold and hard, immovable, unloving. We make mistakes. We do things that we wish we hadn't. We don't do things that we wish we would, or even could.

Each night when I crawl into bed, I curl up like a child beneath the beauty, soft and luminous, of a starry summer night sky. I warm up, acutely aware of, yet strangely at leisure from, myself, beside God.

I let Him hold me, just as I am. My eyes may be open, they may be closed. All may seem silence, crystal clear, audibly. Though Life is within and without, beneath me, above me, before me, behind me, round about me--I am enveloped, cocooned, in Love.

In the freedom of His loving acceptance, I walk with Him through the events of the day. I pray for Big Papa, for my children, and ask God to search my heart, as only He can--seeing to the deepest recesses of my heart and mind, to my motives, intentions and desires, while all the while loving me, still, and desiring His very greatest good, for me, and for those I love--I ask Him to show me my mistakes, my shortcomings, my failures, my life lived that day, through His eyes.......and how to proceed in light of of it all, that I may begin tomorrow, afresh--a new day, with no mistakes in it, free to begin again, in Love.

I find that the children learn far more by what I do, than by what I say. They will become what I model before them. In light of this, quick and humble apologies, sacrificially serving, gentle words of kindness, love, understanding, compassion, acceptance, praise--for even the smallest good I see-- far more praying for God to do inside of them, what He is likewise doing, inside of me--a fellow sheep-- rather than striving, or berating, and trying to bring about suprficial growth and change outwardly. Bring about change Lord, in Your way, in Your time--and let it begin in me--make me the mother that each of these children needs.

Change *me* Lord, day-by-day, each day, anew. Humble me, melt me, mold me. Let my children walk in mercy and Truth, extending the grace and love that you extend to me, that I 'm thereby able to extend to them, to each precious one their lives touch, along life's way--both near and far.

It's the little things that matter, for they are the substance of the larger things, that grow and become, almost imperceptibly, moment-by-moment, day-by-day.

"The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes,

and surely it is in the everyday things around us

that the beauty of life lies.”


~Laura Ingalls Wilder

Rest well, this lovely March day.
Jewels

My friend, I'll aways love you....

A Simply Lovely Life.

Though this photo was taken yesterday afternoon, it could very well be (and usually is) any afternoon. I marvel at the connectedness of the children. Though they are so strong individually; markedly different personalities, widely varied interests, each possessing their own unique perspective on any given thing and way of expressing it, they gracefully fit together, sharing each with the other from the vast treasure store of who they are--precious, special, unlike any other within the family and/or beyond.

Like the movement of the sun across the sky, from sunrise to sunset, like the ebbing and flowing of the sea, like the gentle steady movement of the seasons one into another; Spring, into Summer, then Autumn and the inevitable following of Winter, with Spring to surely return yet once again.....

The children fit together, the many moments of their days spent indiviually, yet together like the pieces of a mosaic in jeweled tones, sparkling and reflecting light, in an awe inspiring way.

From the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun has risen, to the last light being turned out at the end of a full and busy day, there is a rhythm, an unspoken ever evolving dance that occurs between them, as they cook, bake, share food, work, learn, discuss, sing, and play, with and alongside each other.

As they reach adulthood, they too, come to more fully see and appreciate the gift that has been given them, the best friendship; the shared joys and sorrows, laughter, understanding, stories and memories, the benefit of iron sharpening iron, to each one, the priceless gift of the others--steady, faithful, true, day in and day out--always there for each other, able to speak without words seeing within each other's hearts.

I know this is only the beginning, and as the years pass by this gift will grow far beyond what any of them would be capable of understanding, or presently realizing.

Time will tell.

Though now they share the simpler delights of a lovingly shared childhood and beyond into young adulthood.....

Enjoying the same favorite foods

One-by-one (or perhaps 2 copies going the rounds at once), everyone reading the same book, whether it's about immunization, nutrition, education, theology, C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, Margaret Jensen, Bruchko, Henty, business, finances,.......leading into days of lively shared discussion, every spare moment of gathered togetherness

The same made-up game being played at lunchtime, faithfully each day, for weeks on end.....be it a word game with the the dictionary and thesaurus, or a rollicking imaginative game of kings and queens, knights and pages.....after the fast moving busyness of a morning, they look forward to gathering together for this simple shared time, over the lunchtime meal--everyday.

movie night

hikes

bicycling

swimming

building forts

kings and queens

little house

read alouds

playing board games in the late afternoon or the weekends--whenever time allows

family devotions

singing

cooking and baking favorite foods and recipes

The making and giving of gifts over the years

calling upon specific ones with specific giftings as needs arise

And as the sweet fleeting days of childhood pass, so the circle will continue to grow, and what has been will almost imperceptibly be replaced by something deeper, and far richer still....

In God's time, they'll marry and other precious ones, brothers and sisters of God's wise and loving choosing, will join them-- in their own uniqueness, and in their connectedness.....

and babies will be born

and the joys
will be greater
as well as the sorrows

making their shared lives ever more precious
because of all that has been
in the simple things
from day-to-day
and the time
and love
that they have invested
in each other's lives
since birth
strong cords
not easily broken.

Once again, thank-you, God, for the gift of life, of family, of love.
May Big Papa, may the children, and may I, cherish the moments--all too quickly passing--with the ones you have so kindly gifted us with--to love and care for, to serve, to share with in the joys and sorrows of this life.

The words to an old, old song, that I've always found so beautiful....

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when youre older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

He is altogether lovely...

A Simply Lovely Life.

I am often
moved to tears 
by the
caring
lovingkindnesses
of God
towards me
and
towards others
and am continually
amazed
at the fact that   
God
who

In His
Omniscience
knows everything

By His Omnipotence
has all the power

Because of His Omnipresence
is able to be
everywhere
all the time
unconstrained
by the
boundaries
and borders
of time

Is Sovereign
and nothing
can touch
my life
unless first sifted
through
His hands
of love

That He
the Creator
of all life
and 
the universe

Could likewise be

so personal
so tender
so thoughtful
so caring
so kind

It is no wonder
that in the joys
and
in the sorrows
in the marvels
and
in the perplexities
that life brings
from day-to-day

It is to Him
my heart
turns
runs
hides
to find
it's
sweet safe haven
of
companionship
of
understanding
of
comfort
of
rest

He who neither slumbers nor sleeps
even the darkness
is light
to Him

He knows how many hairs are upon my head
sees my downsitting and my uprising
knows my every thought
before I think it

Man looks on the outward appearance
But He, looks upon my heart

Before He formed me
in my mother's womb
He knew me

The fruit of His Spirit
is
love
joy
peace
patience
kindness
goodness
faithfulness
gentleness
and
self-control

He
sees me
knows me
understands me
even when I don't understand
myself

His power is made perfect
in my weakness
and when I cry
He holds my tears in a bottle
He is magnetically drawn
to my need
and in His love
sings over me

Nothing can
separate me
from His
Love
neither
death
nor
life

What a friend
nothing escapes His notice
He is acquainted
with all
my ways
He is never
too busy
too tired

I needn't
ever fear
Him judging me
wrongly
harshly
unjustly

He knows
everthing
about me
from
conception
to the present
and relates to me
from His completeness
rather than
from need

I give to Him
all I have
and all I have not
and He gives
to me
Himself

In the exchange
something
supernatural
transpires

my words
my thoughts
my feelings
my heart
are never
wasted
or lost
on HIm
who is able
to work
on the inside
as no other is capable
of doing

of my heart
and mind
and inside
the heart and minds
of others
that I love
and/or desire
to love

He loves me
all ways
at all times
For He
is
Love

I am my Beloved's
and He
is mine

He is altogether lovely

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The beautiful photo above was recently taken by my mom, while she and my dad were at their second home--up north--in Wisconsin, where they have lots of snow! Thanks mom and dad.

Ooooops.....update in order, here :o)

My mom, humbly deflecting praise, wrote to tell me that it was in fact, my *dad* that took the lovely photo, above, and not her. I thought it was awfully sweet of her, seein's how they could surely just be considered *one* and all, therefore enabling her to at least *share* in the glory, but no! She spoke right up, did the truly loving thing, and gave credit right where credit was due---to my dear dad. Beautiful photo, Dad--thanks so much for sharing. I love you both.

And here's my precious mom (Kelly, I will get a better photo of her on here, soon :o)

And, my wonderful dad (from a distance, also :o)

Well, I'm thankful to be able to say, that Claire's dress is 95% finished--thanks to Rosie, who in the end, did just about everything--and will finish it up, today. Thanks, Rosie! And thanks, from us, and from Claire, to everyone else that sent us all the encouragement! Three cheers for confessions and accountability, hey?!  :o)

I'm looking foward to getting out for a bit, today. The past two days, Sophia has had the virus, that Celeisa had last weekend. Thankfully, she's feeling lots better, today. I'm hoping no one else will get it, but I'll have to just wait and see.

So far, it looks like Julia, James, the little ones and I will be able to head to a nearby farm we so enjoy visiting, to see the dear folks there, and get a peek at some of their newly-born lambs, that are being bottle-fed, then swing by Heidi's place, and finally make a quick trip to IKEA--which is just down the road, to quickly grab a bunch of candles.

It's an especially pretty day, here. The sun is shining and it's quite a bit warmer than it's been. Every fiber of my being is crying out for Spring!  I'll tell ya', I can't wait to get out in the garden. But, I'm not alone, there right?! :o)

Okay, I hope you have a wonderful day, too.
Jewels

The simple joys of childhood.....

A Simply Lovely Life.

catching fireflies, putting them in a jar with holes in the lid--making a lantern

picking dandelion bouquets

you and your three sisters, wrestling and tickle-fighting with your dad, in the living room. him, on his hands and knees, hair all scruffed-up, growling like a big grizzly bear. you, trembling, giggling, jumping up and down, nevertheless, mustering the courage and running in, again and again, for more

getting cracker jacks from your dad--enjoyin' the cracker jacks and diggin' for the prize

going barefoot for the first time in the spring, and all through the summer

your mom playing vintage 78/rpm Strauss albums on the stereo. her being so filled with joy while she listened to the music as it filled the house and her childlike heart

watching your mom dance with your baby sister and thinkin' one day, when you grow up, you're gonna dance the very same, soft, loving way, with your own babies held close

flying kites

wearing seersucker pajamas in the summertime

wearing a fur jumper that matched your sisters, that your mom made--and bein' so proud

swinging on the swingset, with your siblings and your neighborhood friends and singing the afternoon away

being called in for supper, about the same time that all the other neighborhood children were called into their homes for supper, too

doing the dishes as quickly as you could, if it was your night, so you could run back out to play

playing jump rope and chinese jump rope with your friends

playing hopscotch on the sidewalk

rollerskating up and down your neighborhood sidewalks, wearing the metal rollerskates that buckled on with a strap round your ankle, clamped over your toe, and adjusted with a key

the wonderful feeling of lying in the grass in summer, lookin' up at the clouds

feeling free, overflowing with life, running, doing cartwheels and round-offs....

building forts

spending hours in the pool,  til your lips were blue
running through the sprinkler
spraying each other with the hose

baking cakes and cookies and pretzels in an easy bake oven

swinging on the big swings at the playground, going as high as you could, feet reaching to the sky, head laid back, wind blowing through your hair

every summer, going to the hugely wonderful public wading pools, with the mile-high slides in the middle, water spraying into the air.  a huge feast-- a picnic, spread out on the picnic table and blankets and towels to lie down and warm in the sun and dream upon. your skin nut brown, your hair golden.......a way back, when you went to school for a year and had a year off for summer vacation--or so it sure did seem, til you were old enough to know better.

eating popsicles and ice cream cones

making snowcones in your mr. frosty snowcone machine, that you got for Christmas

lying in the hammock, reading a book, drifting away into a dream

blowing bubbles

going to woolworth's with your grandma, eating lunch at the diner, havin' your picture taken in the photo booth, for fifty cents, birds, and fish, and hamsers and mice, upstairs, downstairs, toys, and music. always going home with treasures

riding a two-wheeler for the first time, your dad teachin' you how, and cheerin' you on, running to comfort you, and encourage you to try again, after you've wiped-out in the gravel drive-way

the delight of riding your bike, every year a little further, til you're makin' your way around the neighborhood--and the thrill of getting a brand new one

playing in your dollhouse

a new puppy brought home in your dad's pocket
another new puppy, brought home in a brown paper lunch sack

a new kitten

talking to your dog (and wondering if your dog *could* with enough coaxing and promising not to tell anyone--talk back to you) (if *you didn't* think this or do this, i understand :o)

spending the day and then the night, at your grandma and grandpa's house, with your little sister and your cousin--riding your bike to get there--cause it's only a block away. limberger cheese and smoked fish,  liverwurst, rye bread, home movies, bubble baths in the pink bathtub, wearing your grandma's silky-soft night gown, old books, music, the garden, picking enormous lilac bouquets, sleeping, on the couch, the pull-out bed, or in your grandma's bed--hearing birdsong and smelling bacon cooking in the morning.

spending the night at your grandma and grandpa's house
gathering asparagus along the country roadside, on the way to their house, cooking it up and eating it with butter, soon as you got there.

summer days in arkansas.....
uncle ott and aunt virginia's
eggs and bacon, biscuits, gravy
wooden screen doors creaking on the hinges
porch swings
riding horses
summertime baths in metal washtubs
playing restaurant
big cozy double beds, talking all night with cousins, open windows, cricket song

milking the cow, gathering eggs, swimming in the pond, making butter, watching your grandpa shave--every morning--talking and laughing with him all the while, seeing the sun come up, woods and snakes, and fresh air and love........

making peach ice cream in the hand-cranked ice cream maker at buck moore's house, dressing up in dress-up clothes (dresses, hats, shoes, and purses) and "goin' all over the place", in an old car they had parked out in the field. delicious southern food, southern hospitality, cats and dogs, wishing the day would never end, feelin' like home. night fall, eye-lids heavy, children tucked into a big cozy bed--the big wooden screen door, creaking on it's hinges--drifting off to sleep, til your mom and dad are done with their visiting, and it's time to go--takin' all your magical memories made, safely tucked away--along with you

camping, campfires, roasting hot dogs, making s'mores. eating vienna sausages, drinking instant coffee

eating tomatoes and cucumbers fresh from the garden

thinkin' and dreamin' about what you'll do and who you'll be--when you grow up
who you'll marry one day
and what he'll be like
how many children you'll have
what you'll name them, and who they'll be

playing with playdough

making vegatable soup, with cut up vegetables and water--and eating it, even though it didn't really taste very good

feeding the birds.......





















I hope you enjoy your day, and are able to share your joy with those you love, and everyone else your life touches. I hope you'll be free, to be open, real, truly yourself, with a childlike heart. This day will be unlike any day that ever was, or ever will be--God's gift to you, with countless treasures, everywhere you turn, throughout it--let us not miss them.

Your old pal and fellow treasure seeker, Jewels

Rest on Sunday

A Simply Lovely Life.

Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Take My yoke upon you and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.

Matthew 12:28-30

I pray each of you, and your precious families, have an especially beautiful day.

Lovingly, Jewels

A potentially frumpy day......

A Simply Lovely Life.

Uncomfortable little ones, under the weather. Long nights, restlessness. Short on sleep.

Dishes, laundry, and schoolwork to be done, diapers to be changed, meals to be prepared.

There's a softer, quieter, gentler rythym to be found beneath the illusory exterior, of potentially frumpy days.

You can't move quite as quickly while slinging a sleepy, feverish little bird. And your own plans (good as they may have seemed) will have to be forgone, if you're going to allow them the time necessary for rocking, resting, nursing, in  your arms, on your lap, looking at picture books, listening to stories being read aloud--Peacefully, quietly, making their way towards feeling well. 

Though so small, perhaps not even able to tell you in words, exactly what's wrong, or how they're feelin'...

With thier marvelous, God-given acuteness of understanding even the littlest hearts are aware of breathing in, listening to, being embraced by, learning of--Love, Himself, as His power is made perfect in your weakness.

In the offering of it up, the day is colored with the loveliest hues of sepia, amber and gold. Like a pleasant daydream, as you make your way along with little sleep, the non-essentials  laid aside for now, in favor of the more important things of this hour. The very things that will bear the fairest, sweetest fruit, almost imperceptibly, in the days to come...

Rain is steadily falling outside. Drizzly. Cold. The branches on the leafless trees are dancing a slow dance, in the sway of the yet mellow and mild March breezes. You know, inside of yourself, you can resist or embrace, this potentially frumpy day (situation, person)......

But, the truth is ever and always, that  the beauty of a day, the beauty of a home, the beauty of a relationship, is in the eyes of the beholder. And, as you extend love, you are likewise, enveloped by it.

Little ones nap in older ones arms, while they read and write, or are lulled into rest, themselves, nestled beside the warmth of one smaller that knows them, loves them, trusts them, needs them, belongs, with them and to them.

Softly, music plays and the warm glow of candlelight  casts a velvety  easy-going cheerfulness, to a could have been, dark and dreary day.

Fruit popsicles made.

Bubble baths given.

Stories read.

Songs softly sung.

Pillows fluffed.

Comforters wrapped snuggly.

Warm soup and hot bread.

Holding and cuddling, nursing and rocking. Soft kisses upon feverished brows.

Making my way along, tired, though peace-filled and thankful...

A few of my treasures. From the photo archives...

Happy second day of March, everyone.

May we look for, wait for, and find, the treasures and jewels; the peace, joy, growth, change, Life, and Love, amidst the frumpy-ness (the seeming inconveniences, annoyances, lack, frustrations-- things, people, and situations, we would have chosen to be otherwise), that life inevitabley brings our way.

Lovingly, Jewels

Happy Hearts... Happy Home...Happy Tuesday....

A Simply Lovely Life.

H-O-M-E

If you wanted to gather up all tender memories, all lights and shadows of the heart, all banquetings and reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal, conjugal affections, and had only four letters with which to spell out the height and depth and length, and breadth and magnitude and eternity of meaning, you would write it all out with these four capital letters:
H-O-M-E

T. DeWitt Talmage

If we would have a true home, we must guard well our thoughts and actions.  A single bitter word may disquiet the home for a whole day; but, like unexpected flowers which spring up along our path full of freshness, fragrance and beauty, so do kind words and gentle acts and sweet disposition make glad the home where peace and blessing dwell. No matter how humble the abode, if it be thus garnished with grace and sweetened by kindness and smiles, the heart will turn lovingly towards it from all the tumults of the world, and home, " be it ever so humble," will be the dearest spot under the sun.

Golden Gems of Life

































We had such a nice day, together. My only regret was that Big Papa couldn't have been here to share it with us.

Wesley flew outside soon as he got here, with all the younger ones running out the door after him!  Within no time, they had this huge snow fortress built, and were lying in wait, good and ready to ambush James and Joseph (who were off running a couple of errands, together) soon as they pulled in the driveway. Although, if you will note in the above photos, reality is......it was *not*, in the end (well, actually the beginning, too, I guess :o), James and Joseph that got ZONK-ered, but Wesley--poor guy!  I'm sorry to say, that apparently the "dear darlin' boys" had no mercy on their eldest bro!

Everyone enjoyed being outside for a nice bit. It was snowy-white, warm and wonderful. Ahh....snow on the ground, Spring in the air. It was the best!

We made a second attempt at getting photos of the littlest sweethearts, together, in their matching outfits that Rosie and I made for them (with better light during the day). But nope, only more bombers and bloopers of busy bees and intrepid explorers, inspiring and spurring each other on, whenever they're together. They're just way too fast for ole Granny and her persnickety camera. That's all there is to it! 

Things quieted right down after the big snowball fight. The house looked like it had been turned upside-down and and given a good shake once everyone had made their way in and gotten comfy--shedding coats, hats, scarves, and wet boots, everywhere (well, it seemed like it anyways! :o).

While Rosie finished up the chicken/tortellini salad, the little ones were busy with playdough, makin' a lunch of their own---which of course in the end they forwent, in favor of Rosie's.

Claire found the greatest dvd at the library, that everyone flopped down in the living room to watch after they'd finished eating, called "Alone in the Wilderness". It's just a very simply done documentary type account of one man's day-to-day life; explorations and activities, in the Alaskan Wilderness--gardening, hunting, fishing, cooking, nature study. He builds his own cabin, singlehandedly--in two weeks no less--with no power tools, just a hatchet and a saw (having felled all the trees prior to the building), a chimney/fireplace--out of flat stones he'd gathered from a nearby creek bed . His name is Richard Poenneke and he's an incredibly gifted craftsman that works artfully, with amazing precision. It's so good. Really, I can't wait to watch it again! He also authored a book, called "One Man's Wilderness", his journals with photographs--that both Claire and I are hopin' to get to read.

Wesley spent some time workin' on my unhappy computer, with Nicholai watching over his big brother shoulder, wide-eyed, drinking it all in. The little ones finished up their cakes, and shared them with us all. Josie took a nice long nap in the nest, after filling her belly up with mama's milk, and finally Celeisa fell sound asleep, too.

And well, after giving his very last, to look at my computer, you won't be surprised to hear that Wesley, too, joined the ranks of the weary snoozers....as he kind of crawled over to the couch, struggled to drag himself up, sprawled out........pplllttt.......and died!

Ahhh, yes 'twas a truly lovely day, with the dearest of friends  :o) And despite the abuse he endured, I'm sure, even Wes, would agree!

I was awake in the middle of the night, re-visting the sweetness of the day, now passed; each of my children's faces, their voices, their laughter and shared love and relationship, each with the others. And, once again, thanked God for the immeasurable gifts, the simple, though priceless gifts; of my life, my home, my husband, my children, sharing sunshine, fun and laughter, conversation, music, good food, and slow and easy days, just *be*in', together--a family....

I hope you enjoy, your day, today. It will be a busy one, here. Lots of stuff to do, a couple of errands to run, and the girls have piano lessons this afternoon. I'll have my small window of stories and sweet dreams with the little ones, early afternoon, to re-fuel and get charged up for the second half of the day. The child in me, looks forward to it, and enjoys it, as much as the children do :o)

Thanks so much for taking the time to visit. I hope your day is a beautiful one.

Lovingly, Jewels

Rest on Sunday......

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Be careful for nothing;
but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren,
whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just, 
whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise,
think on these things.

....and the God of peace shall be with you.

I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making request with joy...

Philippians 4;6-8, ...9,  Philippians 1:3-4

May the Lord bless your precious families out of His great abundance. May your homes be filled with His Life and Love.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, whoever you may be with, may you rest well, inside and out, this lovely February day.

Lovingly, Jewels

When life hurts, and you feel like cryin'...

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You need the tender love--the arms and hands, the eyes, the voice, the kiss--the extention and expression of a mama's heart....

When you're newly 5 years old, and step on a sewing needle that's somehow made it's way to the floor--still threaded on one end, with only a quarter of the needle remaining when it's found...........

Though your sisters and brothers rush to your side, kind and caring, well meaning as they may be.........your heart and your voice cry out for only one person--your mama.

When everyone else assures you that there's no needle in your foot, the missing one and a quarter inch piece just has to be on the floor, *somewhere*, your mama sees your trembling lips, kisses your wet cheeks, swallows hard and prays silently. Seeing that tiny prick where the needle went in she carefully bends back your big toe, applies gentle pressure all around--her own eyes welling with tears as she searches for the words to tell you, that there does seem to be something in there (without dwelling on just what and how big).

A mama, is able to do five things at once; getting ready to go, while all the while holding your heart in her hands.

She processes your life's experiences--you've never been to the hospital. You've never had a shot in your life. The three kind doctors that you know and love and bake cookies and make cards for, won't be there......

She processses your wiring and your temperment.......knows that nothing passes your notice. In fact, rather very much like, your mama, two big brothers before you, and your little niece after you, you too are a WonderNose. Thus, knowing full well that though you're only newly five, even if you were fifty-five years old you would still be taking in life, full-speed, in living color, magnified---through childlike eyes of wonder..... hearing birds sing and flowers grow, whispers in the wind. This won't be easy for you.....

She knows you're scared, knows your little heart and mind, are lookin' to be led by her gentleness, as they rest in her love....

She prays some more. The Love that's inside of her, wells up and washes over her, flows out through her; filling you up, holding you close, carrying you .....secure in this tender Love, so strong you can taste, feel, and see it.....the journey, not nearly as scarey as it initially was, or could have been, begins.

She smiles and sings and even manages to coax a smile back from you, as she somehow gets you even a little bit excited (in spite of yourself) at the prospect of her capturing every aspect of this HUGE experience on "film"......

You can show your siblings the entire adventure on the computer (hot off the press) soon as you get home--it will be just like they were there with you.

We'll get all the photos printed out and you can make an amazing book to show to your children and your grandchildren, your first trip to the hospital, your first x-ray, your first shot.........We'll do it right away! 

She--your mama--meets everyone, talks to everyone, shares your her life and yours, while asking about them and theirs, the whole time keeping you cocooned, enveloped, in the invisible bubble of  protection-- her tender love.

A mama remembers to bring along all the essential things, that speak of home and peace, and ordinary days.....

Your down pillow

On the banks of Plum Creek ...the book that your little body has quieted to--eyelids growing heavy--everyday at naptime, for the past week.

Your big sister's rainbow socks.

Most importantly, she brings what you know best, and need most---herself--and everything inside and out, that makes her, a mama.  A mama, that's your very own....

Her arms to hold you close,

Hands, to stroke your hair, rub your back, your arms, your legs, whilst you squeeze and hold onto her, as tightly as you can. In her softness, she is your strong anchor, holding you steady in the eye of the storm during those few jolting injections to numb the area where the needle went in (though the numbing doesn't quite make it as deeply as the needle is lodged) and as the doctor cuts and probes, trying to find the end of the needle that's broken-off and embedded deep in your foot--all, one and a quarter inches of it-- then get a grip on it, and after more than a few trials and errors, continues to try to figure out which direction he needs to pull to get it out ....

Her eyes, to look deeply into yours, with a compassion and understanding, a gentleness that you can crawl inside of, and lose yourself in, when it hurts too much, or gets too hard....

Her voice, to read to you, to sing you the songs she's been singing to you since you were newly-born,  to pray for you and the nurses and the doctor. To speak above the tears and fears, the pain, whispering your name, and her immense love for you---telling you just what to think and how to be and what to do....when you just want to get down and run away, making it all stop....but you can't.......

Her lips, to smoosh into your face; mingling with your tears, sharing in your pain, knowing more than anyone else, just how you feel, because you're hers, and she's yours.

It's a mama that brings the bright hope of the future (that will surely come) to the present darkness, when she lets you know, that soon as you leave you'll be getting something especially good to eat, and THE biggest hot fudge sundae you've ever had, with whatever kind of ice cream you'd like, with whipped cream, nuts and a cherry, and sprinkles.......

And when all's said and done, it's a mama, that sings your praises to the sky--to you, and to any and everyone that crosses her path--saying over and over again.......

You must be SO proud of yourself!  Wow, you were *such* an incredibly big girl.

You should have seen her!

That X-ray machine was *this* big!

You held so still, for so very long!

You were so polite, so friendly, so....

I can't wait to read your incredible book!

A mama makes up songs about you and for you, as she deliberately  transitions you over, from what just was, to what she hopes will be, enabling you to  see everything in the very best way--through her grown-up eyes---people, kindnesses, more people and more kindnesses, strength and courage, and answered prayer...

You are exalted to the status of a hero in the eyes of those that love you dearest and best---all gathered round to hug you and praise you, as you triumphantly hold out the trophy---your specimen cup, showcasing the enormous one and a quarter inch long, end of the needle, the doctor finally found and wrangled from your foot!

It's a mama that gets the couch readied, when all's said and done; makes it a cozy nest, just for you--your pillows, your comforter, kisses your tired chocolate-covered face, smiles at you looking long in your eyes and says, "I love you, my precious Little Bird...it's all over. You, go ahead, close your eyes now, and rest. I'm proud of you, so proud of you. You did so very, very, well.............."

He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

Isaiah 40:11

Have a beautiful day, everyone :o)
Lovingly, Jewels

My boys, my dear darlin' boys.....

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The boys are always really busy, it seems, between their schoolwork, early morning paper routes, and Small Engine Repair business. 

James' desire is to have his own business and be able to work hard each day doing something he truly enjoys, spend time with his family, and take his children alongside him in life, knowing them, enjoying them, as much as possible.  He's incredibly self-motivated, and has been set in this one direction for several years, now. 

He's a wonderful brother to Joseph, and Joseph has been truly blessed to have an older brother that builds him up and encourages him, including him in all his endeavors. He's learned so much from James, as a friend.  They're opposites in countless ways, so really compliment each other. I guess they've fit together--like two puzzle pieces--from the time they were little.

Joseph, still isn't exactly sure what God has for Him, specifically, at this point. He enjoys working alongside his brother, and has benefitted immensley from being a part of the Small Engine Repair business with him, learning so much in many different ways. Joseph has a passion for math and science, always has. He's steady and hardworking, merry-hearted, easy goin' and  is always busy, doing something; studying,  reading, working, biking, hiking.............

It's been such a joy to us to watch our children grow and develop, as individuals, each with their own bents, delights, and uniquenesses, as well as to see how each child fits into and blesses our family, as a whole. 

Chubb, is also on the go, everyday. He's right in the middle of all the children, so enjoys spending time with his older brothers and sisters and has alot of shared interests with them. But, he's absolutely, Mr. Popular/Wonderful/Too-Good-To-Be-True, with the younger ones!  He's the impetus behind so much of their creative play, and has something big and exciting cookin' for them everyday! He's in that season of life where he's submersed in a book EVERY spare moment, and has all his older siblings recommending this, that, or the other *must read*, continuously. He's goin' great guns, tryin' to keep up!

Each of the boys are a tremendous help to me, and to Big Papa, in any way we might need them. Hard working. Kind. Sensitive. Caring. While daughters are a singular blessing in one way, our precious sons are the very same, in another. How we thank God for the priceless gift of our dear children, each one--from the oldest to the youngest.

It's been beautiful to see how  God's made each one of our children special-- with particular giftings and abilities, and then enjoy the privilege of watching them grow, change, and develop, as they journey towards and on into, adulthood.  We're so thankful to know them as the best of friends, heartwise. We're so thankful to see them know and love God, and each other.

The days have passed far more quickly than I ever could have imagined.........

Well, here you have (a few of) my dear darlin' boys, all studied out, read out, worked out, enjoying the quiet of a Winter afternoon--together, throwing knives.  Actually, they've been polishing up their skill, gettin' ready for Grandpa to be headin' our way, from Wisconsin.......they can't wait!









Have a wonderful day :o)
Lovingly, Jewels

Did it happen? Yes, it did :o)

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Well, I'm thankful to be able to say, that all did go well,
and we had a really nice time, together,
celebrating Valentine's Day, and the birthdays.  Rosie
and Julia made a delicious dinner, and Julia and Chubb
made one big cake and several little cakes--especially
for the little ones.

I think the loveliest part of the whole evening, by
far, for me, was seeing Josie and Auntie Celeisa in
their matching outfits! Rosie and I, made little felt
crowns for them, too, and they really did look like little
princesses--very cute :o)

Though they do look different from each other, they
definitely do look alike, too, don't you think?
I did get some photos, but they were especially
busy bees, and I was one tired gal. Meaning, they
were *way* too fast for me, and by the time my brain
registered "there  it is, there it is....take the picture!!",
and by time I (finally) pushed the button, and my
fuddly camera came through with it's delayed response
to me having pushed the button!.........

oooops, too late! The moment had passed, and I was left
with......more than a few, bombers and bloopers :o)

For anyone that might be wondering ;o) The caffeine
from the Ben and Jerry's *did* finally wear off, about
8pm--just as the party got rolling, and I went into
turtle-mode.

Once good and tired, I kind of cruised along in that
dreamy, deep-in-thought state, for the rest of the
night, quietly drinking in each dear one around me.

When the evening drew to a close, Wesley, Claire
and Josie gone to their home and everyone here
tucked into bed, it felt *so*  good, to get snugged
in, myself, let my eyes close, in contented peace,
and drift away....to sleep :o)

So thankful, for each one of you.
So thankful, to be able to spend time with you, here.
Have a beautiful day.
Lovingly, Jewels

Good-bye Infancy, Hello Toddlerhood!

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My Littlest Love, turns one year old, today! 

Oh dear, what can I say?? She's a gazillion times more wonderful than I ever could have hoped or imagined!  Everbody, here, is crazy about her!

How could one not be entirely smitten, with such an incredibly short, practically bald little person with..........

--Glowing! highly-arched eyebrows, over fast-going-on-brown, twinkling butterfly eyes!
--Little pugged nose
--Sweet ducky mouth makin' for a delightfully ducky profile
-- Big, spacey-beaver-toothed smile
--Dimpled chin
--A smile line under each cheek
--And hey! How 'bout those ears?? (little VW with it's doors open?)
--Impressively large bear cub-like paws (will she one day be a potter? :o), and......
--Ginormously wondrous feet, to go with them!

Chatterin' away, sayin' all the cute stuff that babies say, in those amazingly creative ways that babies say it; accompanied by piglet, elephantlet, dolphinlet--like noises, eye-bugging, raspberries, snorts, blabbles, goggen-goggens, blinking, coughing....

--Daddy
--Mama
--Annie
--Here, kitty, kitty, kitty....
--Hi
--Bye-bye
--Thank-you

Who's daily, a one gal show--all for free, with front row seats for everybody!........

--She sits, she flips, she flaps, she flops
--She creeps
--She crawls
--She stands
--She walks along furniture and whilst holding the finger of an obliging  friend
--She claps her hands and feigns fainting, quickly reviving herself to bask in her audience's applause, only to do it over and over and over again...knowing her ever faithful, predictable, and doting following will fall over in laughter, every single time!!  :o)
--She sings
--She chortles
--She yodels
--Throws things (toys, food, fits)
--Floods the floor and her mother when she takes a bath
--Gets food all over herself, and anyone within 3 feet of her, when she eats

Of course, anyone who has, or has ever *had*, a B-A-B-Y, knows exactly what I'm talkin' about, and just how easily I could go on and on and on... all day, writing about her! She really is *way* too-good-to-be-true!

Thank-you, God, for this incredibly wonderful, beautifully amazing, kissable, huggable, pricelessly irreplaceable, sweetest of gifts!! We love her, we love her, we love her!! And we love You, for giving her to us. Ohhhh you are good, so very good, always, in all ways! :o)

Happy Birthday, treasured Little Bird. We all love you so, and couldn't imagine--for a single minute, our life and our world, without you, sweetheart.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

I hope you have a beautiful, beautiful, day.
Lovingly, Jewels :o)

An out of the ordinary Day In Our Home......

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Hmmmmm, I had taken a few photos of our nice quiet February Monday, and was all set to post them with a note this morning, when I got a call from James, saying that he and Chubb---who were out delivering papers in the GM Metro--had been in an accident. From the very little bit that he quickly said (including they were both completely fine) I somehow gathered it was a slam-on-the-brakes, barely-a-sideswipe situation, hung up and quickly called Big Papa, who flew to the scene.

Little did I realize that the driver of a h-u-g-e van, not seeing the Metro coming round a curve, had pulled right out in front of them, and entirely blocked the road. James tried to turn to avoid him as best he could, but there was nowhere to go but smack dab into the van! Thankfully, they hit the turned front tire cushioning the blow, or it probably would have been worse than it was.

Meanwhile, while they waited for Big Papa to arrive, James no doubt tired, and probably more than a little bit shaken, soldiered on, talking with the driver of the van, the police officers, firemen, and EMT's.... while Chubb--a bit dazed--was being checked out in the ambulance.  I can't even begin to say how thankful I was that neither of the boys were seriously hurt!

I started to cry when I saw Chubb, and realized how serious the accident was; that the car was totalled and it could have been even worse had the tire not been turned for them to hit it head on!  Thank-you, God, for watching over my precious treasures!

Though both pretty shaken. They'd had their seat belts on and the air bags went off.  James came out of it without a scratch, but poor Chubb, who is smaller, who's seat was situated a good deal closer to the dash, *and* who was leaning forward grabbing a paper when it happened, really got walloped by the air bag!  The front of his face is pretty bruised and super swollen.  We gave him the royal treatment when he got home; had the tub filled for him, a big breakfast ready, and afterwards got him snugged into his bed for a chance to rest up in the quiet after the early morning's ordeal. We did dub on James a bit, too :o)

We got some photos for the children and the grandchildren (of the car, the van, and of Chubb)---the family's first big accident!  Let me tell you, I could type out 500 times, how thankful I am that both of the boys are okay. It just makes me want to hold my children close and love them all the more, not wasting a single moment of my time with them.

Merry-hearted Chubb was soon up out of bed and had us all cracking up while we were taking photos of him!  I have his special permission to share a couple of his right-up-to-the-lens, swollen-snout shots, with you all. Hard to believe that such a good lookin' bird could look so s-t-r-a-n-g-e  :o)

So, there ya' have it, where I'd planned on photos of "A Day in Our Home", quiet Monday (you know, the warm fuzzy kind of stuff o' life).......yesterday's lunch--Rosie's clam chowder and hot bread just out of the oven/slathered in butter,  little ones with baby dolls, felt crowns, knife throwing, the boys "new" truck that was given to them and them workin' away on it........

You have in it's place, instead........the things that happen....a "Day In Our Home, rather-out-of-the-ordinary, Tuesday...

A little crushed red Metro
and....
A big swollen red nose :o)

Roses are red, violets are blue, angels in Heaven, know I love you

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Wednesday will be a celebration day, here in our home, as we celebrate three family birthdays with a Valentine's party!  The children and I have been having fun, spending time together--makin' ready for the big day. 

We've made a special little Valentine's Day post office box, in the shape of a house. It's just a cardboard box, that we've decorated to put all of our Valentine cards that we're making in. It's a pretty big box, cause by the time all's said and done, the little ones will have made *alot* of Valentines--remember it's all about the process!--one right after the other :o)

We're also busy working away on some wool felt crowns for the little ones to wear at the party.  For these we're using some recycled/soon-to-be re-purposed old woolens, that have been felted and dyed and a thick old wool coat.  I love reusing old things to make something new and wonderful!

I sure do find that the children are happiest when they're creating something. It makes a bit of a mess, that's for sure, but the peace and joy that fills the house is so much more than worth it.  A nice breakfast, a pot of soup set to cook on the stove, some music while all the morning chores are being done, all the supplies made ready, makes for merry little hearts (and big ones, too :o) and the fun begins! 

My childlike heart loves to be busy creating, too, and finds so much pleasure in doing so alongside my precious children. The days pass all too quickly, and I want to be able to look back knowing I gave them the gift of my time, not just as a mother meeting their physical needs, but as a friend, that walked with them and talked with them, laughed with them, knew them through and through, and thoroughly enjoyed them along life's way.  How I do so desire to seize each moment I am blessed with, to love and delight in the gift of my children.

Some of my own cherished memories from my childhood are of being  welcomed alongside to watch, or join in, while someone  I loved did or made things with or for me; creative/artistic things, the everyday, simple loving things that done with another tie the heartstrings of relationship, and say you're valuable to me, I care about you, I love you.

Michael Pearl says, that the moments of our lives are like the blank pages of a book, and every person that we spend time with writes on the pages of our life/book.

I'm so thankful for the beautiful things that special people  took time to  write on the pages of my life, when I was a child and young woman --my mom and dad, my sister Sherry, my Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Leigh, all of my grandparents, my Uncle Ernie and my Uncle Dean, my Uncle Kenny and Aunt Linda.... How clearly and how often, I see God's love and care for me, even then, through the lives of people that  gave me the gifts of their love and their time.  How very much I desire my children to see and to say, the very same in and of me, when they're grown.

Yesterday, the children and I read from 1 Corinthians Chapter 13, during our Bible time, describing God's amazing unconditional love, and I was challenged and encouraged as I am anew each time I read it..

Although I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal......If I have not love, I am nothing.......If I have not love, I gain nothing....

Love is patient
Love is kind
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking
It is not easily angered
It keeps no record of wrongs
Love does not rejoice in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects
Always trusts
Always hopes
Always perseveres
Love never fails.

The prayer of my heart, is that Jesus would fill my life to overflowing with this love of His- so very different from, and superior to my own- enough for me, and every precious one that my life might touch--beginning with those in my family, the pages of whose books He has given me the privilege and awesome responsibility of writing in, every single day..

I hope each one of you has a wonderful day.
Roses are red, violets are blue, angels in Heaven, know I love you,  Jewels

Come away my beloved

I long for an ever-growing understanding, of the life-giving freedom that comes from loving God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength.  The Bible says that we love God, because He first loved us. Indeed, He loved us enough to send His only Son to earth as a baby--one of His own creation, to live among us, a life of ministry and servitude, and ultimately die for us, at our hands. His love pursues us, reaches to the hidden regions of our hearts.

When we allow ourselves to be drawn into the arms of the One that is ever wooing us to Himself, we are enveloped by Love, for the Bible says, that God *is* Love,  a love vastly superior to human love. The love of God is unconditional,  needs nothing and possesses everything, it's a love that desires our greatest good, and has the ability to bring it to pass, a love so complete, that it is not only sufficient for our own every need, but will overflow our hearts  reaching out to those our lives touch moment-by-moment, day-to-day, the lovely and the unlovely, likewise drawing them, to Himself, desirous of freeing, transforming, comforting, making whole. 1 Corinthians 13, Galations 5:22-23

This loving  God that that wondrously formed us in our mother's womb, knows our downsitting and uprising, every thought before we think it, the number of hairs that are upon our head,  our heart and it's motives, He is acquainted with all our ways. Psalm 139

Christianity is a relationship. It's about knowing and loving God. The doing for God can only flow from the being with God, or we take on a burden that God never intended for us, and miss out on the LIFE He longs to impart; the the growth, change, beauty and freedom that is found in Him alone. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. He knows our frame, that we are but dust. He loves us. More than anything He desires us. May we  listen to His still small voice as it whispers our name .........Come away my beloved......from the busyness around you, from all that would keep you from Me, however good it may be.......come away........and let Me love you.

The heart of a child

Awake with fussy, teething Celeisa through the nightime hours--her sweet warmth nestled beside me, she nurses at my breast, finding peace and comfort in this God-given one who loves her day and/or night and delights in tenderly caring for her. Her heart safely trusts in me.

Unable to sleep, I too find a place of quiet rest midst the darkness round about me, in a loving Heavenly Father who neither slumbers nor sleeps, who is the keeper of this heart of mine prone to wander from His side. The keeper of  my heart;  my hopes, my dreams, joys, sorrows, fears and confusions.... He made me, He knows me, He loves me through and through, just as I am, for who I am.

There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God.

The love of Jesus, what it is, none but His loved ones know.

Then shall ye call upon Me, and ye shall go and pray unto Me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when ye shall search for Me with all your heart. And I will be found of you....
Jeremiah 29:12-14...

I continually marvel, with "Eyes of Wonder", at the reality and revelation of God, everywhere--all the time, to those whose hearts, regardless of age are inclined towards Him, in dependence with a childlike trust, desiring His good and perfect will, in all things.

Amidst the many doings of my life, it is the be-ing, with this One that loves me dearest and best that keeps me, that sustains me, that causes my heart to overflow, with a love that I could never hope to possess on my own. He takes all that I am and am not, and freely gives of Himself.

Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou art, I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.

May I ever be, led by Your gentleness.

May I continually find rest, in Your love.