Sweet Ian is in the hospital again...please pray for him...

 ...ever a gentle, happy, patient little guy, he's fighting the best he can!
 but we need the Lord's help, too.
thank you <3


oh sweetest gwen

my heart will not believe

you are really gone

i love you so much

and i'm still broken inside with missing you



sometimes i put on my glasses when i'm having a hard time hearing something.


"no, mom!"

i've been listening for no less than 15 minutes to Ginger and Caid talking about animals. Mostly dinosaurs and desert animals. They've come to a point of disagreement... and Caid is now getting a book to *prove* to Ginger that he knows his facts about iguanas.
 (do keep in mind, Caid is 5)


13. shudder.

Honestly, i don't really trust people that never went through an awkward stage.



so much to do...that needs to be done...but how or when is a mystery to me.
i try to pray a lot, to be active and wise in my pursuits...but also wait on God's clarity. it always comes if i am truly patient for it.

waiting is hard.

not waiting and doing what is wrong is harder.

and so, i wait. and just do what i need to do today. (which, at this moment, means going to sleep)


grey cloudy days compound melancholy. who'd've thought?


Addison's Walk

I'm sick (again), so i slept in late today. I woke staring out my window, lost in thought, pondering the infinite wonder of this world that God made.
My thoughts led me consider how there is nothing mankind can invent that will ever be truly original, since all we can fathom are things somehow bound by the rules in which we ourselves are created. As fantastical, bizarre and abstract as man can be...everything still utilizes, directly or indirectly, gravitational laws (by use or manipulation), existing colors, biology, senses, engineering, philosophy, and even spirituality...

Just now i was reading a biography called "The Inklings", and read this poem written by J.R.R. Tolkien for C.S. Lewis...
Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light
through whom is splintered from a single White
to many hues, and endlessly combined
in living shapes that move from mind to mind.
Though all the crannies of the world we filled
With Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build
Gods and their houses out of dark and light,
and sowed the seed of dragons--'twas our right
(used or misused). That right was decayed:
we make still by the law in which we're made.
I read it again.
And smiled in peaceful happiness.



the internet just kind of...bores me now.