Preventing Grace
Here are my persimmons, ripening to be made into pudding for Christmas. Read more
Here are my persimmons, ripening to be made into pudding for Christmas. Read more
Matt wouldn’t agree, when we moved here, to let the guest room be the guest room. “No” he said, “It has to be an office. We don’t need a guest room.” Well, it turns out we Very Much Do need a guest room, not least because his beloved parents will be arriving Christmas Eve and they need a nice place to sleep. (And It Is nice because my mother spent considerable time fluffing it up.) And we didn’t want to... Read more
I’m fending off children who think I should get out of bed and look at the piles of snow outside. I wonder if we could make a project like this count as school. I could watch this guy all day long. And then there’s this Read more
PreparationsWe’ve spent, on the one hand, a very quietly subdued weekend, and on the other, a completely crazy one. Halfway through it occurred to me that there’s an Appalling lack of sunlight. Being in total darkness at 5pm severely shortens the window of opportunity for doing actual work. As the sun goes down, so does my energy. Friday, after leaving my mom off at the airport, we sat around in a kind of stupor, wondering what to do next. In... Read more
In honor of the fact that I will now often be going to the dentist, I am treating you all to first in a series called Going to the Dentist. Essentially, I’ll be giving you installments of Mrs. Miniver “At the Dentist’s”Here is the first bit and it really perfectly describes my experience this morning. “For really it was the refinement of civilized cruelty, this spick, span, and ingenious affair of shining leather and gleaming steel, which hoisted you and... Read more
this year’s Advent Carnival hosted at Ten O’clock Scholar. I meant to write something this year, but I’m still not in any kind of blogging routine and I just kept forgetting. And also, everyone has had a cold this week. Matt is the last to fall (although I continue to be unexpectedly healthy, how weird is that). Anyway, go read all the great articles and enjoy yourself. I had a little girl in Sunday School this morning who had never... Read more
Better Than at thy Beginnings “The son said, Forgive me, my Father, but sometimes I wonder if even in the Other Life there will be that for which my heart longeth. His Father said, In My Presence is fulleness of joy; can fullness be less than full? At My right hand there are pleasures for evermore; can pleasures be less than delight? Dear child of My love, trust My love, Would I leave one longing unsatisfied? Thou dost not know... Read more
Providentially, I had hoped, I and so many of my small children went to see some little piglets this morning. I say ‘hoped’ because I thought for sure some amazing insight would rise up out of the pig pen about Jesus sending the legion of demons in to the pigs and them casting themselves in to the sea. Unfortunately, no insight presented itself At All. Instead, muscling my kids back into the car, arguing with them about whether I or... Read more
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