Yesterday was amazing. I guess I would call it perfect. The sun was shining all day with a nice breeze to balance out the 80 degree heat. Our lawn is nicely mowed... not over grown like it sometimes gets. Our garden looked beautiful, with it's very neat rows of vegetables and plants and such growing very nicely... and there were the cows out in the pasture calmly roaming about.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning out our vans... which were very dirty (but you didn't need to know that), and I felt very productive. For dinner we invited Dan, Jacqui & Brad and Jed, Kendra & Meadow over for a little birthday party for Kendra a day late.
So we were all visiting, the boys were flying a kite and everyone was sitting on the deck enjoying the evening. The view from our deck is awesome... you can see the whole little valley to the East of us... and the beautiful hills, fields and trees to the North. Everything is so green and fresh.
For dinner Jacqui made the delicious marinated chicken... the best we'd all ever had. And we had Spanish rice, and cucumber salad as well.
Here is a rough recipe for Jacqui's Chicken:
1) small bottle of Worcestershire sauce
2) Lemon Juice (small bottle)
3) Orange Juice (small drink size bottle)
4) Red Pepper Flakes
5) 1 fresh garlic cloves
6) 2 onions (any kind)
7) Chicken parts of your choice
8) garlic powder
Doesn't it just make your mouth water? lol
My Grandpa Row is up to visit from Ohio and he's a professional chef so he was helping out in the kitchen. If he ever moves up I'm going to have him teach me to cook. =)
There is nothing more enjoyable then a fun and happy family gathering where everyone is just chilling and having a good time. =)
The Lord has been gracious.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Ecclesiastes 11
These two verses are really cool. Just thought I'd share them. =)
Ecclesiastes...
11:5 As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.
11:7 Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun:
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Reality of Life
I read other blogs by people who are older than me, and I realize that I must be right at the turning point in my life where all of childhood becomes memories and no longer where I am. I no longer enjoy the silly games, and mindless carefree thoughts that I used to think. It feels like it has all fallen off a cliff and now I am faced with adulthood. I am glad I have had good training because it is easy to see why some people stay immature all their lives and always try to seem younger then they really are. It's a hard transition to make... letting go of the mentality that life is like a box of chocolates. Who would want to embrace the wonderful stresses of life? There must be some sunny viewpoint though... It can't all be gloomy can it? No it can't. I shall just keep breathing, and keep trying. When life gets hard I just have to remember that's why it is all for the Glory of God. Otherwise there would be no reason to live at all.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Blustery Days
It's a beautiful Sunday morning... well not really, but it is a Sunday morning. It's actually cold and windy... but that's just fine. Sometimes cold blustery days are nice. It is a good excuse to make some fresh hot chocolate and snuggle in a blanket on the couch and watch a movie. =) Ahhh...
Or even better have some friends or family over and everyone is crowded in a small living room (or the kitchen even) talking and joking around about good times we've all had.
So I guess rainy, blustery days are not so bad after all.
Or even better have some friends or family over and everyone is crowded in a small living room (or the kitchen even) talking and joking around about good times we've all had.
So I guess rainy, blustery days are not so bad after all.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
The Hallway of Choices
The things you have are not what's bothering you. It's the things you don't have. You think about everything you do, every little activity, and how no matter how hard you try you won't be able to get beyond them. You feel trapped like you're walking down a hall with many doors on either side, but somebody has walked ahead of you and locked many of them.
You've been born into this bubble and only a few people are ever able to burst out of it.
So you have two choices... spend your days adjusting and excepting the world you live in, or staying up to into the late hours creating yourself a key to what you don't have in your situation.
Both could be good choices but they hold completely different scenes.
There you have it then. Simple as that but difficult to achieve either goal and you never wil be truly satisfied until you accomplish one of them.
You've been born into this bubble and only a few people are ever able to burst out of it.
So you have two choices... spend your days adjusting and excepting the world you live in, or staying up to into the late hours creating yourself a key to what you don't have in your situation.
Both could be good choices but they hold completely different scenes.
There you have it then. Simple as that but difficult to achieve either goal and you never wil be truly satisfied until you accomplish one of them.
Pity
Pity is a strange feeling. It is so misleading. It whispers in one ear that you are sad and unfortunate. "Oh poor you!" While in the other it squeals, "What fun drama this is! Life would be so boring without some dashing man to cry about or to work at gaining with your charms."
Strange indeed! Pity is a clenching trap that is quite underestimated. The only guard against the like is a head on strait. Don't let the sweeping emotions blow you down, but rather brace yourself against them like a firmly rooted tree in the wind.
Strange indeed! Pity is a clenching trap that is quite underestimated. The only guard against the like is a head on strait. Don't let the sweeping emotions blow you down, but rather brace yourself against them like a firmly rooted tree in the wind.
His Dark Eyes
Oh the sweet face with dark eyes. Like the map to the soul, so beguiling! What hides beneath that polite smile?
Oh misery and all it's friends; the long dark nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tears washing away the dreadful lust. For it is lust to want the happy fortune of an imaginary bond.
He does not love you. His eyes flicker over you, dead, lighting upon the small creature you should not envy. Oh how mislead were you. Yes it was his fault but more-so you yourself are to blame for creating him to be all that he was not.
You shall have your cry. Painful and tight the grip of hope on your heart and lungs, that steals your breath when his presence you feel. Poor unfortunate soul. But after a short while you will wake up and feel alone again like a fresh moist air after a quickening summer rain.
All seasons fade away, but it is your choice to keep on loving. Your choice alone.
Don't follow your heart for it knows nothing! It is only designed to make a decision based upon what you tell it. Following it will take you in a dizzying circle, without pity, waiting for you to snap out of it!
Return not into the keep of his eyes.
They are his stronghold, only to be let down by passionate feeling. Let him play about with the keys and fumble with the gate, but return not you to his stair. Don't fool yourself into thinking that is the kind of security you would want. And you are young. There are many more amiable men with much better respect for your goodness. Raise your expectations for yourself and you might be surprised!
Oh misery and all it's friends; the long dark nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tears washing away the dreadful lust. For it is lust to want the happy fortune of an imaginary bond.
He does not love you. His eyes flicker over you, dead, lighting upon the small creature you should not envy. Oh how mislead were you. Yes it was his fault but more-so you yourself are to blame for creating him to be all that he was not.
You shall have your cry. Painful and tight the grip of hope on your heart and lungs, that steals your breath when his presence you feel. Poor unfortunate soul. But after a short while you will wake up and feel alone again like a fresh moist air after a quickening summer rain.
All seasons fade away, but it is your choice to keep on loving. Your choice alone.
Don't follow your heart for it knows nothing! It is only designed to make a decision based upon what you tell it. Following it will take you in a dizzying circle, without pity, waiting for you to snap out of it!
Return not into the keep of his eyes.
They are his stronghold, only to be let down by passionate feeling. Let him play about with the keys and fumble with the gate, but return not you to his stair. Don't fool yourself into thinking that is the kind of security you would want. And you are young. There are many more amiable men with much better respect for your goodness. Raise your expectations for yourself and you might be surprised!
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