If You But Trust in God to Guide You

 If you but trust in God to guide you

And place your confidence in him,

You'll find him always there beside you,

To give you hope and strength within.

For those who trust God's changeless love

Build on the rock that will not move.

What gain is there in futile weeping,

In helpless anger and distress?

If you are in his care and keeping,

In sorrow will he love you less?

For he who took for you a cross

Will bring you safe through ev'ry loss.

 

In patient trust await his leisure

In cheerful hope, with heart content

To take whate'er your Father's pleasure

And all discerning love have sent;

Doubt not your inmost wants are known

To him who chose you for his own.

Sing, pray, and keep his ways unswerving,

Offer your service faithfully,

And trust his word; though undeserving,

You'll find his promise true to be.

God never will forsake in need

The soul that trusts in him indeed.

Text & Tune: Georg Newmark, 1621-1681

Crying Woman photo from:   http://erichaney.wordpress.com

Camera Fun

Ta Da!

His First Point...More or Less

Bode (I hope you are remembering to pronounce it as "Bodie".) is a Hungarian Vizsla and he was bred to hunt.  Vizsla's are in the hunter/pointer group.  I was told that he would eventually point, even though we won't be taking him hunting I thought that would be cool to see.

Well, last night I got to see him actually do his first point, although it was incredibly brief.  He'd been following his prey around for several HOURS...really.  He was so  focused!  It was very apparent that he was serious about stalking.  This was not his usual puppy play.

He'd spy his prey and slink forward, ever so quietly.  He'd hold a position for a LOOOONG time and then creep forward a bit at a time.    I grabbed the camera and snapped, too soon.  Then I saw him kind of stretch forward, his tail (what's left of it) pointing straight behind, a front paw then pulled up...  I grabbed the camera again... too late.  He sprang out of it so quickly!  As you see, I got him as he tried to pounce on his prey.  I'm guessing he isn't quite mature enough yet to hold it too long but it was something beautiful to see!

All this great hunting occurred in our living room.  You see, his prey was a house fly!

I Don't Know What I Think of This

The other night, shortly after supper, a knock came on our door.  When I answered it, I found a young man, college age, standing there with a stack of books.  He told me he was earning money for college in the fall.

(In the interest of full disclosure, this is NOT my door, nor does it look anything like my door...but I like this door quite a lot.)

The first book he showed me was a cookbook.  I politely looked through it a bit as he talked.  It was a nice book with lovely pictures and great nutritional facts.  However, I told him I was not interested as I had a stack of cookbooks.

He then showed me several other books, all religious.  I recognized some of them.  I told him my husband was my pastor and that I had access to a lot of theological books.  He said, "Well, let me show you one you maybe don't have access to."  It was a book with a lot of prophesy in it, he told me.  I finally just point blank asked him what church he was with.  He told me and I told him I really wasn't interested.  He politely thanked me for my time and gave me one of their pamphlets as a "free gift".

After he left, I pondered my reaction to this visit.  What do you think of it?  Even if I don't believe quite the same as him, I didn't mind that he wanted to share his belief.  He was polite when I declined his sales pitch.  I think what bothers me is that his schpeel started out rather deceptive, acting as though he was selling a cookbook to earn college money.  It became very obvious that was just part of the ploy to expose me to his religious beliefs.  Hmmm.... 

I just don't know what I think.  What do you think about this technique?  I'll be anxious to read your comments.

Happy Birthday, Ben!

Our middle child and first son, Ben, was born 26 years ago today.  He was such a fun child to raise!  Ben was all about adventure and there were NO dull moments in his childhood!

Ben was a quaint little kid.  Once, after falling down outside when running, he asked me to make a "no running" rule.  I declined and he cried, "Then this sort of thing is going to just keep happening!"  This picture was taken after he'd broken his arm falling from a piece of playground equipment.  I guess I should have made a rule about that.

Ben's first dog was Chloe.  They were so cute together!

I always thought he was a particularly handsome little boy!

This was an adventure that went askew.  He was stuck in the roll-away!  Although I was horrified when I found him, realizing he could've slipped further and suffocated, I still stopped long enough to snap a photo.  What kind of mother does that?!

Ben LIVED to climb.  At age 2 he asked me, during church, if he could climb the walls after the service as they had some interesting indentations and such.  At age 6 he got into some trouble for climbing on top of a library!  Yikes!

Ben loved his siblings.  I especially liked watching him teach Sam (8 years younger) how to do things such as play Nintendo.  And Ben always deferred to Maria (4 years older) on important issues.  He sometimes referred to her as his other mother.

Ben grew up into a nice looking young man as well.  He has a grown-up job...

grown-up responsibilities...

and a beautiful wife...

...Who made a 2 day drive with him to surprise me when I was in the hospital last summer.

But he's still my sweet little boy!

I thank God I am Ben's mother!  He has enhanced our lives more than he knows!

A Day Off

I wrote out an entire post this morning.  I didn't like it. 

So, I decided to take the day off.

See you tomorrow!

Did I Cross The Line?

When Peace, like a River

When Peace, like a River,

attendeth my way;

When sorrows, like sea billows, roll;

Whatever my lot,

thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well

with my soul.

Text: Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888

Tune: Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876

I Can't Help Myself

I really, really love water.  It calls to me! Yesterday I returned to the dam with the overflow waterfall, along with my friend, Diane.  We explored the canyon below as well.  Wyoming has a lot of beauty!  The day was sparkling and we both felt refreshed and grateful.  The pelicans were especially fun!  Maybe the pictures will give you a little break from routine as well.

Please check back tomorrow for one more river photo. 

 I'm saving the best for the last!

The Power and the Glory!

Happy Anniversary to Maria and Eric

Once upon a time, well 10 years ago...

As a parent, one of the things you hope for is that your children will be surrounded by love.  To see our daughter cherished by this young man is a beautiful thing.  You should see the admiration and respect in her eyes at she looks at him still today.

Happy Anniversary to Maria and Eric, a great team!

The Tale of the Poor Little Flower

I have three of these matching planters out on our deck.  I planted four flowers in each and am waiting for them to fill out.  I think they'll be lovely.

However, last night I found one of the pots looking like this...

It may be hard to see but there are only three flowers.  The one on the left had been pulled out!  I found it lying on the deck and quickly replanted it, watering it tenderly.  I had hope for its recovery.   I did not see who did this evil deed so I won't name names.

Today I went out and found that the same poor little plant had once again been uprooted. 

It's poor little pitiful body was lying nearby.

The situation didn't look so hopeful this time.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help but try it again. 

Would it be wrong to put this little guy on the prayer chain?

I will keep you posted.

Bummer Day for Bumblebee

Bumblebee, one of our grandogs (or is it with 2 d's...granddogs?) came by for a visit yesterday.  She belongs to our daughter and son-in-law.  See here to understand how loved this pooch is...  http://maria-rose.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-gravy.html      Anyway, she and our new pup, Bode (Be sure to pronounce it Bodie even if it is just in your head.) play together and have a good time. 

Yesterday, though things went bad.  I wasn't home at the time and don't really know what happened but the result was that Bumblebee ended up with a torn nail.  I don't mean that the nail was chipped.  The nail was tearing away from her foot.  Mike was here and had to deal with it.  There was blood.  It was apparent that a trip to the vet was necessary.  Mike took her in and as it turned out, the vet had to give Bumblebee anesthesia in order to do a little surgery! 

I was the one who picked her up from the vet.  She was all excited and jumped up to greet me.  Actually, she did that several times, which surprised me since she was wounded.  Apparently she finally realized that fact, quit jumping, and limped out to the car where she insisted that I needed to lift her in.  Poor Bum.

I don't know if you've been around Basset Hounds much but they often have droopy eyes.  Bumblebee's really aren't too much that way but something about anesthesia makes her eyes look really red and weird.  I don't think she'd mind if I showed you a picture.   Doesn't she look sad?  Really, she isn't.  She perked up and played and ate normally, so don't be worried.  She sporting a cool new bandage!

I hope you heal up quickly, Miss Bumblebee!