Friday's Muse

"We hear about every other kind of women - beautiful women, smart women, sophisticated women, career women, talented women, divorced women. But so seldom do we hear of a godly woman - or of a godly man either, for that matter. . . . It is a much nobler thing to be a good wife than to be Miss America. . . . It is a far, far better thing in the realms of morals to be old-fashioned than to be ultra-modern.

The world has enough women who know how to hold their cocktails, who have lost all their illusions and their faith. . . . The world has enough women who know how to be brilliant.  It needs some who will be brave.  The world has enough women who are popular.  It needs more who are pure.  We need women, and men, too, who would rather be morally right than socially correct." - Peter Marshall, late chaplain of the United States Senate, Mr. Jones,Meet the Master quoted from Un-compromising by: Hannah Farver

Lou : Portrait Session : Freeport

The other day, we had a little visitor drop in out of the blue . . . a young woodpecker.  My friend commented that he looked "sportsy" so, in honor of Lou Gehrig, I said we could call him Lou.  

Meet, Lou.


Fiction or Faith?

I love World War II historical fiction. I love it because of the pressing, and the crushing, and the rising up of strength out of destruction that the war produced.  It’s when ordinary people were reborn into extraordinary heroes.  It’s when the smallest of children could be the bravest of men, when the weakest of women could be the strongest of soldiers, and when the most humble of men could rise up and lead as kings.  I really love World War II fiction because it’s about people like me being more than they could be – more than they should be able to be.  I love the fiction . . . but what about the reality.   What about when my name is in danger of being shamed?  What about when my happiness is in jeopardy?  What about when my future dreams of a peaceful home and a quiet life are looking more like air castles than felt realities?  I find that when all that is true I like it less.  I find myself questioning if all that pressing and all that crushing would really squeeze a hero out of me or if it would reveal a faithless, questioning, selfish adult.  Sometimes I really fear it would produce the later but I cling to a hope that it won’t  . . . that it won’t because Jesus promises that He who has begun a good work in me will finish it.  In all this brokenness there will come healing, in all the mystery there will be completion.  One day He will finish us.  This is the hope to which I cling.

Happy 1st Anniversary!

One year ago this Spring I was guest book attended, flower girl wrangler, and catch-a-picture-when-I-can photographer at the wedding of a sweet friend.

Happy 1st Anniversary Mike and Sarah!! 

May the joy's and struggles of marriage always serve to draw you closer to Christ and closer to one another.
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