Saturday, January 31, 2015

Great

We do not serve a cold and remote God.
He didn't place the beginning pieces and sit back to watch the game play out.
His justice is hot and terrible.
Fire in winter, water in spring.
This is not a calling to sit constantly in quiet meditation.
We are called too for wild joy and peace beyond the reach of broken hearts.
Made for community but relying solely on His mercy.
His mercy, tender and constant.
His teachings, mysterious and absolute.
Our God. Ways above our ways.
Let's go before Him.
Faces low, hearts humble.
Do not let the rocks cry out.
His glory will be proclaimed, so go before Him singing.
How great is our God!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Let the world hate me.

Sometimes one if Bob's snores sounds exactly like Chewbacca. I love it. Sometimes.
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Solomon: You know what the most important thing in the sky is?
Me: What?
Solomon: God.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Old hymn lyrics


Abide With Me
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Welcome home from the grocery store

Marley is so kind and thoughtful it makes me feel guilty. Even though I'm doing my best and trying to improve. Surely, I do not deserve her.

Parenting is hard even when it's easy.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Meme dolls

Bob thinks I should keep track of the hours that I take to make dolls. He thinks it will keep me from underselling my time. But after thinking about one, how difficult it would be to keep track of the stolen minutes between serving Sage and her queenly baby needs. And two, how measuring the value of my time in dollars and judging my success by the ratio of dollars to minutes seems dangerous. By my experience that will only lead to dissatisfaction and depression.
So I'm not going to do it. Thanks to Bob  I have the luxury of saying no to the American gauge of success, so I am.

Friday, January 16, 2015

So many levels of funny.

Marley: Sage eats just like his dad.
Me: You keep mixing up people's genders today.
Solo: Yeah. She's a pig.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Words

Katie: I spy with my little eye something red.
Katie: Ummm the button!?
Katie: That's it!
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Marley: Why do people have hair in their noses?
Me: To catch germs.
Marley: Oh! Like a dream-catcher!
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Thursday, January 1, 2015

Three blind mice

Sage has a little fever and has been sleeping off and on all day. She's now standing up in her crib, in the dark, chanting "ma-ma, ma-ma..." over and over. Not really wanting me, just talking. I want to go get her and let her just sleep in my bed but that doesn't work because she will be even more wide awake except she will also be head butting me in the boob over and over. Why can't babies do what they're told! ?
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Sage is so easy with other adults, even more so than she is with other kids. It's so different than baby Marley and Solo. And she's so happy to go to Bob already. It's amazing.
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Marley is reading the adventures of sword girl. It has about 9 million pages give or take. It blows my mind. She is capable of abstract thought in a big way. I feel like it was yesterday when she thought every chirping noise she heard was a "toot toot".
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Solo burps.
Solo: Wow! Was that a big burp?
Me: Don't talk about your burp, day excuse me.
Solo: Excuse me. Now, was that a big burp?
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Oh and for New year's eve Marley and I dressed fancy and we all drank milk with cinnamon from fancy glasses.