♪ Happy Birthday, Dear Owen! ♪

Owen, my little nephew who is shy, conserves words, likes to eat but doesn't have many foods that he likes, and loves games, is now FOUR!

Happy Birthday, Owen!

For Maddie

Maddie, I hope you know that I am thinking about you on your birthday even though I am way across the country.

Happy Birthay, Maddie!

Three!

It is so nice to be able to be here on your birthday, Eve. This is the first time other than your birth day. You are getting to be such a big girl!

Happy Birthday, Eve!

What Could Be Better Than...

A little girl tea party,

with "couchy tea" poured into itty bitty tea cups...




by little girls dressed in pink?




With "spool cookies"...




and little pinkie fingers out...




and little sisters trying to pour their own tea?

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A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards. ~A.A. Milne

For Dad

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Family picture taken March 2009.

Back row L to R: Brian, Owen, Dad, Ryan, and Nora

Front row L to R: Maddie, Gavin, Kristin, Benjamin, me, Mom, Bekah, Sarah, and Eve

***
Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad. ~Author Unknown

The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!
~Author Unknown

Summer Plans

If you don't see me at this little corner much this summer it is because I am many miles away with my brother and his family. I will be adventuring, working, spending time with my dear far-away family, etc.


I am not going to be doing any regular posting but I will be doing a few posts so please check back here every now and then.


Happy summer!

I Am Debtor

I Am Debtor
words by Robert McCheyne

When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o’er life’s finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.

When I hear the wicked call,
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink,Then,
Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.

Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Savior’s side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I’m captive led;
Oft I fall—but still arise—
The Spirit comes—the tempter flies;
Blessed Spirit! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

Oft the nights of sorrow reign—
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night Thine anger burns—
Morning comes and joy returns;
God of comforts! bid me show
To Thy poor, how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.

When the praise of Heav’n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.

Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let Thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet,
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I owe.

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Therefore, brethren, we are debtors. Romans 8:12