The Son is always shining, regardless of the weather

Strawberry Picking

IMG_3730 (Small)Believe it or not, we were wearing jackets when we went strawberry picking last week (April 27)!  On a day like this…simple pleasures…who would want to check their cell phone, right? Well, Paige has more to say about our day in her post. What a “berry” nice day it was!

We had a lovely time being with our co-op group, and spotting the beautiful “seas” of vibrantly-colored flowers along the way!

Texas Bluebonnets

Texas Bluebonnets

So "Bluetiful"

So "Bluetiful"

We Did It!

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“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.”        Isaiah 40:8

Earlier…back on January 5, we attempted to read through the Bible, as a family, for 90 days. Well, it took us 100 days, but by God’s grace…we did it, and it was such a blessing to our family! The Lord opened our eyes to things we had not remembered, or even heard of, in years (We all have our favorites, right?).

Well, please know that we were very excited about doing this, but have also wondered why we haven’t done this sooner, you know? In the scheme of things, our whole life revolves around Jesus Christ, the living Word. We know him more by reading His Word. So, was 100-150 hours (roughly the time it took) a huge sacrifice? The more we read, the more we wanted to. We are now attempting to read the Bible in chronological order (according to when the individual books were written), for thirty minutes a night. We should finish by the end of the year, Lord willing.

I am thankful for all that the LORD has to teach us! Please also know that we are motivated to read the Bible out of love for Jesus, whom we believe saved us. We do not believe we can save ourselves through any work that we do.

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”                                      Ephesians 2:8-9

The Living Last Supper

The Living Last Supper

The Living Last Supper

The Sunday before Easter, we visited the church where Nana attends (with Nana), and we were blessed by a presentation of a living Last Supper. It gave a glimpse into the heart of each one of the twelve disciples, who were gathered around that table for the Passover. They were asking themselves deep questions regarding their love for their Master: “Is it me? Will I betray Him?” He just said one of us would.

We were very blessed by attending this thought-provoking and unique display. They were costumed and arranged to portray Leonardo da Vinci’s famous painting. Each man would freeze in his painted position, and one would come forward, from his place at the table, to share a little background information about himself, including his current doubts.

The disciple's reactions upon hearing that one of them would betray Jesus.

The disciple's reactions upon hearing that one of them would betray Jesus.

The narrator brought to our minds some background information on this captivating painting. Two points I remember well.  The first was that it took him six years to complete this masterpiece. I checked this out, and it appears to have been closer to three years (1495-1498). The other (and certainly the most interesting possibility-as far as legends go) was that the very same man that Leonardo used as his model for painting Jesus was also the same man, six years down the road, who was chosen to model Judas! In Leonardo’s quest to find Judas, he entered a tavern and failed to recognize his previous model! What a transformation life can bring…with Christ and without Him! Well, I looked it up on and found this legend to very probably not be true. It’s a good story, though. It makes you think.

\”Why?\” by Michael Card

Some Flowery Language

Spring 2010

Spring 2010

One spring afternoon, when my daughter Faith was about three years old, we were driving down the access road (the same one which is pictured above).

As I looked to my left, I delightfully exclaimed, “Ooh! Look at all those blue bonnets!”

Faith gently piped in “…and yellow bonnets too, Momma!”:)

Here in Texas, the blue bonnet is our state flower. However, in Faith’s mind, she now had a new word for all flowers…”bonnets”-the term so cutely expressed by Faith as she referred to the yellow weed-like flowers in the same field! Okay, so maybe I wasn’t rolling on the “flora” laughing, but she certainly made me smile:)

...Blue (and yellow) "bonnets"

...Blue (and yellow) "bonnets"

Yesterday, these bright flowers caught my eye. The blossoms  reminded me of that sweet spring day when my little one’s vocabulary began to bloom. I chuckle when I think about the learning of language, particularly flowery language (like Balderdash)!

I absolutely love this time of year, especially spying the return of my perennial flowers. Just as those bluebonnets reminded me of my daughter’s words, my lilies remind me of the Lily of the Valley, Jesus Christ, and His words spoken in Luke 18:31-33:

Then he took unto him the twelve, and said unto them, “Behold, we go up to Jerusalem, and all things that are written by the prophets concerning the Son of man shall be accomplished. For he shall be delivered unto the Gentiles, and shall be mocked, and spitefully entreated, and spitted on: And they shall scourge him, and put him to death: and the third day he shall rise again.”

For me, the best part of spring  is remembering my dear Savior, the Rose of Sharon, who took my sin, died on the cross, and rose again! This is by far the best news out there, and the most historical event ever! Salvation is a free gift to all who confess that He took the penalty of their sin on the cross, and who believe that the Son of God died there and rose again! When winter comes (and it will come), the heart of the believer is able to maintain a “springtime” mode, by the grace of God, who gave the world a Hope…that really does spring eternal! Christ’s death has washed our sins away! May the fragrance of His blossoming sacrifice fill your heart this week and always!

Be encouraged by Luke 24:1-9:

Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, “Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.” And they remembered his words, And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest. (Italics added…lest we forget…)

Lead Me to Calvary

hymn by Jennie Evelyn Hussey

Vs. 1 – King of my life, I crown Thee now, Thine shall the glory be; Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow, Lead me to Calvary.

Vs. 2 – Show me the tomb where Thou was laid, Tenderly mourned and wept; Angels in robes of light arrayed Guarded Thee wilst Thou slept.

Vs. 3 – Let me, like Mary thro’ the gloom, Come with a gift to Thee; Show to me now the empty tomb, Lead me to Calvary.

Vs. 4 – May I be willing, Lord, to bear Daily my cross for Thee; Even Thy cup of grief to share, Thou hast borne all for me.

CHORUS – Lest I forget Gethsemane; Lest I forget Thine agony; Lest I forget They love for me, Lead me to Calvary.

Isaiah 40:6-8 :

The voice said, “Cry.” And he said, “What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.”

Here is a great song…Love Crucified Arose by Michael Card

The Quilt Is Finished!

The other evening, a dear and industrious friend (you will soon discover why I refer to her this way) called me. Our conversation went something like this:

My Industrious Friend: “CC, Do you have time to talk?” (This question is always appreciated by me. Sometimes there are better time slots to talk on the phone than others)

Me: “Uh, well, not a whole lot of time tonight (we were listening to the Bible)…what’s up?”

My Industrious Friend: “Well, I just wanted to tell you that you are “the bomb”.

Me: “Hey, I can listen to you talk all night, if you’re saying stuff like that!” (We laugh). But I’m just curious, exactly why am I “the bomb”?

For those of you who don’t know, to call someone “the bomb” is the equivalent to saying you think they are totally awesome, cool, etc. I remember hearing, in my early days, when someone referred to someone else as a “walking time bomb“…uh…that was not very complimentary!” But this was definitely meant as a compliment, and yeah…it was pretty powerful. Oh…but if bomb is used as a verb, it basically means that you failed. For example, “I totally bombed that pop quiz”.

Getting back to our story…my friend proceeded to explain how I had helped her to finish her quilt by telling her earlier in the day, during our church break, what to buy, and how to sew it on her quilt. So, I no longer felt like the bomb, but I passed that title back to my industrious friend, who had actually completed her quilting project that same day.

Meanwhile, I was feeling inspired. The girls had started a quilt almost three years ago, and we were almost finished, but we lacked the ruffled trim (okay, and maybe motivation). So, on the Thursday afternoon when we read about the sluggard who doesn’t finish what he started, we all knew what we had to do-finish the quilt. The girls worked very hard and finished the quilt late that evening. Amazing! So, they were also dubbed as “bombs”!

Here is the finished quilt. They have worked on this project with their sweet Nonnie during the summer break, and here and there, as time allowed…sweet memories. I did very little work on this project. I was delighted to watch my little women using their hands in such a practical way. They plan to make more.

Praise the Lord, the “Balm in Gilead” (Jeremiah 8:22). I remember hearing BC’s grandmother remark that “There is a Balm in Gilead” was her favorite hymn, and I thought she said, “There is a Bomb in Gilead”. It never sounded  very “hymn-like” to me. As we completed this quilt/comforter, we thank God for the comfort that He alone gives, and we praise Him for the ability to accomplish everything we do!

While making this quilt, I have especially been reminded of a dear great Aunt Colleen, who made each one of my sisters (there were four of us) our own hand-made quilt-back when we were living at home. She was the ultimate bomb in quilting! She is no longer living, and is missed. I wish she could see this, but this totally pales in comparison to Whom she now sees!

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Bible DVDs That We Love

As we entered 2010, Brad and I were both led to increase our “Family Bible Reading Time”. There was a lot of movie watching over our holiday break, and I knew we needed more Bible time…as a family. So, I prayed that BC would be led in this way too, because he primarily leads our family.

I was so encouraged when he sent a “read the Bible in 90 days” link home on Jan 2, and we have been reading since Jan.5, 2010. I guess it could now be called: “The Family Bible Hour“…because that is what we have been averaging. We found a helpful website here which has the chapters of the Bible divided, so that you can read the entire Bible in 90 days! We are excited about this challenge. I’ve never read the entire Bible in 90 days. It was sometimes challenging to finish it in 365 days!

At, they have a book/study program that can be done with your church group. However, we are just reading it through as a family, and pausing if anyone has a question or comment. Wow! Reading large quantities at one sitting has been such a blessing! We didn’t start right in Genesis, because we had been studying Hosea. We read the minor prophets, and then went straight into the New Testament.

Over the years, we have been blessed to have acquired some wonderful DVDs that have provided much encouragement to our reading of the Scriptures, especially in large amounts. One DVD has the entire Old and New Testaments in 2 CDs, and you can read along with this dramatized version of the Bible. This has helped with Bible reading consistency (their voices never tire, get sick, or have trouble pronouncing some of those difficult names). It is titled Holy Bible: Complete King James Version-Old and New Testaments. It is narrated by Stephen Johnston, and published by Hendrickson Publishers, Inc. (2003).  I really love this tool! However, he does have an audio Bible that is available for free—online here. At that website, it mentioned the retaining power of hearing and seeing the Scripture. I totally agree.

Then, another DVD we have enjoyed is Matthew. Bruce Marchiano does a wonderful job portraying the joy that Jesus had in human form. This is Word-for-Word from the New International Version. It can be found here (

Another inspiring one is Mark’s Gospel-Told By Max McLean. It is also a Word-for-Word presentation of the Gospel of Mark…from memory. We are always encouraged when we see and hear him recite.

Then, we see and hear most of Luke when we watch The Jesus Film (you can actual watch the movie by going to this link). This portrayal does leave out a few passages. They quote from Good News For Modern Man and the King James Version of the Bible. We showed this video to Paige and Michelle when they were “itty bitty”.

I’ll never forget the time when we were on a neighborhood walk, and Michelle decided to quote a line from that movie for the first time. She was three years old. As we were passing by another family, her voice boomed out (as only a three-year-old voice can) toward Daddy: “Master, why do you always speak in parables when a crowd is near?” Oh, we laughed so hard that day wondering what that “crowd” thought.

A favorite is The Gospel of John. This is beautifully done, and it is Word-for-Word based on the Good News Bible. It is three hours, but so worth it. However, please use discretion in deciding to show the violent crucifixion to your younger children.

  • Disclosure: I am not paid to advertise for any of these people or companies. These are just my suggestions, and opinions…not that I claim to be an expert. Blessings to you! We are currently, by God’s grace, over half-way through the Bible. Praise Him! What a treasure! What a Savior!

Jesus said, “This is life eternal that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent.” (John 17:3)

The “Eyes” Have It!

IMG_4404 (Small)Our four girls wear glasses. Thankfully, they are not the 3-D glasses (as seen in above picture). You see…BC and I started this family “tradition” of wearing glasses when we were kids. We think it is only a matter of time for our boys to continue the “tradition” (in the near, as opposed to far, future). One of our girls, Grace, found out that she needed to wear glasses in a very nontraditional way.

Yesterday, I took Grace to our ophthalmologist for her yearly check-up. As the new assistant was testing her vision, I asked him to be sure to check her pressures because of her eye trauma history. He said, “Was that the water balloon?” My eyes popped out in surprise…even the new guy knows about us! I replied, “Yes…the water balloon incident.”. He then added that he was reading about that in her file (oh, what interesting medical files we provide our medical providers with!). I am thankful to say that the Lord saw us through that dark day.

It was the first week of summer…2006. It also happened to be Faith’s B-day. My husband absolutely loves summer and water balloons (he will have to share his story later). We had a fun time at Peter Piper Pizza for lunch, and then we started having water gun fights in the afternoon with our neighbor. Then, the kids asked if we could have a water balloon fight. So, we all decided to make a trip to Wal-mart (our neighbor went, too) to buy some water balloons. When BC eyed a water balloon sling shot there, he thought…”The kids are going to have a blast with this thing!”. Needless to say, we didn’t see eye-to-eye on this matter. However, I didn’t want to spoil the fun on Faith’s birthday, so as I rolled my eyes, I tried to limit the negative comments. Looking back, I think it was only $7.00. What a deal, right? Wrong!

We returned home, and the “water balloon fest” preparations began. Every sink and faucet was being used to make water balloons. It looked like we were starting a small balloon business (we kept them in ice chests). We were slinging them over to his house, and he was slinging them over to ours. Of course, this was all in fun…harmless summer fun, or so we thought. I had a bad feeling about this one, and had made the comment to BC…”You don’t think we will shoot an eye out, do you?” So, we even implemented a rule to keep it safe. There was only one rule: Only throw water balloons when the other side knows you are throwing them. We were also afraid that the actual sling might fling into someone’s eye, so we attached one side to a steel bar. Next thing we knew, all the neighborhood kids were coming out. Please know, I really don’t fault BC. Even though we’ve read the David and Goliath story, we thought we were doing all we could to keep it safe.

On our team, there was the girl down the street, and all eight of us. Her mom, dad, and sister had just walked down to meet us (eyewitnesses:)). I think Kane was there watching/encouraging us and trying to stay dry. Our neighbor “D” across the street had about seven neighbors and friends helping him. Water balloons were flying high. We were flying high. Then, we called a time-out to refuel (make more balloons). Grace was a quick water balloon filler-upper, so she went right to work. However, there was a neighborhood kid who just couldn’t resist the tempting water balloons (either he didn’t play by the rules, or he didn’t know the rules–not sure). So, he sent one flying over and Grace never even saw it coming (as she was filling up water balloons). It hit her left eye, and she was in a lot of pain! Her eye was very red, and watery (and it wasn’t from the water inside the balloon). When she said she couldn’t see anything, it was “lights out, party is over” time.

The saying: “It’s all fun and games, until someone gets hurt” is painfully true. I didn’t even want to think about the velocity of that balloon. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew I wanted to get a second pair of eyes to check her out. I gave her a bag of frozen fruit to put on her eye, and we hustled off to the E.R. (no ambulance necessary). It was about 6:30 p.m.

I was signing Grace in at the E.R., and she was standing on my left. I happened to notice, out of the corner of my eye, what appeared to be “blueish-purplish blood” that had dripped down from Grace’s  eye to her forearm. She and I loudly gasped at the same time…thinking her eye was bleeding…then we remembered what she had on her eyes…a package of frozen blueberries…that had a twisty-tie at the top! Seeing that frozen bag, quickly unfroze our fear as we shouted out in unison, “BLUEBERRIES!!!!” I’m sure the other people in the room (who were “all eyes” now) thought we were fruity, but we sure did enjoy a “berry” good laugh together. Yeah…I didn’t think her eye would bleed like that, but believe it or not…I haven’t seen everything!

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After waiting in the E.R. for awhile, the doctor said I would have to see an ophthalmologist the next day, because all they could determine was that she had definite eye trauma (Duh, right?). In all fairness, they said they just didn’t have the right equipment to see the extent of the damage. When I asked them if they would call our family ophthalmologist (primarily for Paige), they assured me that none of them work after hours. I just asked them if they might call this particular one and ask him for me. I had seen him probably over 40 times for Paige’s left eye (cancer, cataract surgery, glasses, eye-drops, etc.). Well, they called him, and being the good and kind ophthalmologist that he is, he agreed to meet us at the office at 9:00 p.m. Yeah! I  was praising the Lord!

I was so thankful we could see him, because he put her on pressure-reducing and steroid drops immediately. He called it an eye hyphema (hemorrhage). Her pressure was high, and he said she could lose sight in that eye and hemorrhage again (esp. high risk during day 3-5) if we didn’t keep her very calm, head elevated, eye covered, and rested for two weeks. Also, there was risk of a possible detached retina. So, we did as we were told, and we kept a close eye on her eye!

That was literally the darkest two weeks of our lives! We covered all our windows with blankets. Everyone had flashlights. We basically felt like we were moles living in a cave or workers in a coal mine. We learned about bats, caves, and coal-miners during this time. Grace could watch some movies for a certain amount of time per day, so we mostly watched the Little House on the Prairie Series. Interestingly enough, the episodes were about Mary going blind. We also listened to stories, and took turns reading aloud…by candlelight. I think I checked out 150 books from the library during those two weeks!

I learned a lot about my kids during this resting time. I was thankful that Grace’s sisters and brothers were so thoughtful of her, and graciously accepted the fact that we would be inside for awhile. When it happened, Grace couldn’t figure out why that boy would have done that to her. She softened and went from somewhat of an “eye for an eye” attitude to a more merciful one. I was really glad Grace found it in her heart to forgive the boy when he eventually asked for her forgiveness.

Hannah-Summer 2006

Grace-Summer 2006

Grace ended up needing glasses, and she was so happy about that! We purchased glasses that turned into sunglasses, because for about two years…the sun continued to hurt her left eye. She was eight at the time, and her left pupil was considerably larger than her right one. Two years ago, we noticed it is pretty similar to the right one. The doctor said it probably would stay like that forever, but again…the Lord knows and sees all things.

By the way, her recent check-up went fine. Because of the accident, she has a higher chance of developing glaucoma in that eye; so, we make sure it gets looked at once a year. I would encourage the use of safety goggles, even swimming goggles, to offer some added protection…if you should decide to take up the sport of slinging water balloons. We had a fun time, and we were out there supervising this activity. Our story proves that it really could happen in the blink of an eye! The leading cause of blindness in children is related to eye injuries. Just in case you think this can only happen to us, there are 500,000 eye injuries each year.

When we walk through dark times, God is always with us. During this time, I was especially encouraged by the beautiful hymns written by Fanny Crosby, who was blind. Two favorites…”Draw Me Nearer” and “All The Way My Savior Leads Me”. Also, the hymn, “His Eye Is On The Sparrow” was especially sweet.

I was also encouraged by Gennie Owens, a contemporary Christian singer. Here she sings one of my favorite songs. When I went to her concert years ago, I had the privilege of thanking her for being so encouraging with her music. She is also blind, but she plays piano, and sings such sweet songs. It really helped me change my outlook. Of course…I am thankful that Grace can say both physically and spiritually “I once was blind, but know I see…Amazing Grace…!”

\”If You Want Me To\”

Toe Woes

Posted under Admit One, LOL, The Unexpected - Jan 28th, 10 - 2 Comments

IMG_6478Poor Michelle. She has had “issues”with her toes…literally. She has had more than her fair share of ingrown toenails in her life (growing pains, right?). Yesterday, she had her third minor surgery to remove about half of her toenail, and hopefully it will cause that toe to toe the line! (Clarification…third toe surgery on third toe…but not the third toe…it was the second-the long one-on the left, and the two big toes.)

I think I eventually “outgrew” the ingrown nail problem. When I was in high school, I remember my mom taking me to a family doctor (we were on an HMO at the time) for my infected, ingrown “big toe”.  This elderly doctor said, “Well…I think it’s best if I just yank the whole toenail off of there.” I remember asking begging my mom if we could take off. She agreed, and off we went. I can’t remember what happened (like, if I ever remedied this problem), but I do remember having pain in my toe…a lot! I know that playing basketball exacerbated the problem as my toes were stepped on quite a bit! I also remember performing my own “toe surgery” with a needle and a little bit of cotton that I shoved underneath the nail.

Well, she seems to be following in our footsteps, because her daddy also had the same toe surgery when he was in tenth grade. I suppose Michelle’s toes were predisposed to have woes (please forgive me for that one).

So the other day, the girls came to me pleading, “Mom, Michelle’s toe looks really bad. It’s like black!” So, after one quick look, I told Michelle that we needed to get into the podiatrist.

She smiled and said,”Oh, I think it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt…really.”

Then (to put the fear in her, and to let her know that I was putting my foot down) I said, “You could seriously lose your toe, sweetie! It looks awful! We need to go in!” (Unfortunately, all the kids heard this, and I put the fear in them as well.)

So, the podiatrist worked us in, and the offending nail out!

Dr. G asked Michelle, “Hey, do you remember how you got your first ingrown toenail back in 2007?”

She smiled and said, “Yes…uh…it involved my sister…”

Then he added, “…and a Pogo stick! Yup, I remember that one!”. (We all laughed.)

I guess there are just too many weird things that have happened over the years, because I had forgotten about that incident, until he mentioned it. I assume we got rid of the pogo stick after that.

So, they numbed her toe, cut off about half of the nail (although they said she might lose the nail), put some acid on there so it wouldn’t grow back, and we were back on our feet. When we returned home, her siblings gathered around and inquired about her toe. This was my remark: “Well, they only had to cut off half of her toe–“…but can you believe I left out the nail part (okay, so I’m a little tired theses days). I knew I had put my foot in my mouth or something, by their horrified looks and squeals…so I quickly corrected my slip, and we had a good laugh! It can always be worse, right? These kids definitely keep me on my toes!

I was reminded of this verse…

Matthew 18:8  “Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.”

When Michelle and I were sitting there waiting in the waiting room, we were trying to figure out what to call that toe (besides Morton). I said, “Hey, it’s the one who stayed home from the market! Do you remember that song I showed you on Youtube with Andrew Gullahorn?”.

When I saw Andrew Peterson in concert, Andrew Gullahorn was with him, and he shared this funny story/song about another Andy who actually did lose one of his toe. Here it is: watch?v=hD5WzXCVdZA


I Love You, Mom!

Oh how it warms my heart when my children give me sweet hugs and whisper: “I love you , Momma!” in my ear. My youngest still does this several times a day—almost out-of-the-blue, and yet not in a manipulating way. He is such a sweetie!

This reminds me of the words to a sweet song that my loving mom wrote when we were children. It’s called “Little Children”, and has always been a favorite. Here are the words:

Little Children

Little children, when I watch you as you play,

And I see your happy faces through the day.

When I hear the music of your laughter,

How the joy inside me starts to stir.

I’m reminded of my Father’s love for me—

How He loves to see me walking happily.

And my laughter comes to Him in song,

And with joy He wants to sing along.

Little children when you come to me for love,

And you throw your arms around me with a hug.

Then how very closely I must hold you

As you whisper softly, “I love you”.

I’m reminded of my Father’s love for me—

How He wants for me to crawl upon His knee,

And He wants for me to hug Him too.

And to whisper softly, “I love you”.

Little Children, when I hear you as you cry,

And I know your hurt is deep inside.

I just lift you up into my arms,

And I ask the Lord to heal your heart.

I’m reminded of my Father’s love again—

How He wipes away my tears with His hand—

How He comforts me so tenderly,

And He heals the hurt, and strengthens me.

Little children, when I tuck you in your beds,

And I kiss your five sweet sleepyheads,

And I kneel beside you as I pray,

And I thank the Lord for the day.

I’m reminded of the love of my Father—

How He prays for His sons and His daughters,

Through the night, He never even sleeps…

Even in the dark, it’s me He keeps!

~Rita Wisdom


Oh, how God wants us to whisper to Him that we love Him throughout our busy day. May we remember His great love, and His/our Father’s great love, and keep our hearts burning with our love for Him. May our hearts never grow cold! “We love Him, because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19).

~Mom—I’m so thankful that you are my sweet mother. Thank you for showing me God’s love through your many sacrifices and acts of kindness. You have always blessed me with wonderful birthday gifts, but having you as a mom is truly the best gift of all! Happy Birthday! I’m sending out hugs of love—oh,  and of course, a whispered “I love you!”.

The Poem That Is My Prayer:

Here is a poem that I have loved over the years. I have had the last stanza (written on an index card) on the wall of my closet for the last eight years; however, I changed the word “teacher” to “mother”. When I change my clothes, I pray for a change of heart as well. It has been a great reminder to lean on Him and His great strength!

The Teacher

Lord, who am I to teach the way
To little children day by day,
So prone myself to go astray?

I teach them knowledge, but I know
How faint they flicker and how low
The candles of my knowledge glow.

I teach them power to will and do,
But only now to learn anew
My own great weakness thru and thru.

I teach them love for all mankind
And all God’s creatures, but I find
My love comes lagging far behind.

Lord, if their guide I still must be,
Oh, let the little children see
The teacher leaning hard on Thee.

Leslie Pinckney Hill