Talking Turkeys

Savannah drew the most adorable turkey with Katie for Pep club for the school hallway wall! I just had to show you!

The Young Victoria

View the movie trailer...

www.theyoungvictoriamovie.com

December 18

...one of the greatest love stories of all time! I can't wait!

Lovely Louboutin!

Aaah, lovely Louboutin's...with your candle apple red sole that can be unmistakably spotted in the distance. Mandy, Les and I wanted to just browse your shop in Paris, but our little tour guide had never heard of you....quel domage!(what a shame)

So we continue to dream of you and hope to see you next time we are in Paris.

Current Reading

About the book:

Description: "Hinds' Feet on High Places" is one of Hannah Hurnard's best known and best loved books. This book is a beautiful allegory dramatizing the yearning of God's children to be led to new heights of love, joy, and victory. Follow Much-Afraid on her spiritual journey through difficult places with her two companions, Sorrow and Suffering. Learn how Much-Afraid overcomes her tormenting fears as she passes through many dangers and mounts at last to the High Places. There she gains a new name and returns to her valley of service, transformed by her union with the loving Shepherd.

It's too easy to fall into the pit of self-pity isn't it? I felt like I had been hovering there for a while this past week and a bad cold never seems to help the situation does it. Yesterday I was rescued by my Monday morning group that has been on hiatus through the summer and resumed yesterday. Oh and right on time too. Elaine had a roaring fire in the fireplace, tea and jam and lots of love to go around. We were missing one precious soul, but four of us were so thrilled to be together once again.

We caught up with what was going on in our lives...pure honesty...not just oh I'm fine, and you?...but true love and sharing of each others burdens. Then....we prayed...for one another, for our children, for our husbands.

Sometimes it's easy to forget we are this side of heaven. It's not supposed to be perfect here. But there is a grand Prize isn't there...so we hold on...to each other...to Him.

I felt renewed by yesterday. My batteries were recharged and we all hope to have good things to tell each other the next time we are together. How we have prayed and waited on Him, answers given, encouraging those around us...sharing the love.

Autumn

Autumn

With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;
And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits,
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees
The golden robin moves. The purple finch,
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud
From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings,
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(I think I would have enjoyed meeting Mr. Longfellow. He really had a way of seeing things and describing them in some delicious way)

My Daily Walk

This past week I finished the first two "Mark of the Lion" Francine Rivers books in a series of three. I am taking a short break from the third one so I can digest the first two. Powerful, awe-inspiring, anointing, painful, joyful are just a few of the words used to describe it. I have been comparing a lot of my reading to the books now and lots do not even to begin to measure up. Do I want this in my head? Is this uplifting? What would Hadassah think? Is this going to improve my relationship with the Lord?

I've lately been in a place where I NEED inspiring, uplifting literature. Scripture to write on my heart, where I can pull it out and use it against the spiritual warfare that I fight daily.

Listening to Beth Moore's Esther cd's as I drive in to pick up Sav in Nashville....wow!...fabulous! Leslie is doing it in her Bible study in Georgia, Jodie with her church girls and Elaine with her young girls. I had to see what all the fuss was about and I will probably listen to it over and over and over again.

I lent Mindy my 'Stepping Heavenward' book by Elizabeth Prentiss. It is also one to read over and over again. Can't wait to hear what she thought of it.

Just a few notes on what I have been up to lately...trying to stay in the Word...makes a big difference.