Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Resting on the Lord's Day

We had a relaxing Sunday evening, outside together while the sun was setting. Playing, riding bikes, taking pictures, playing ball. Signs of Autumn were all around us -- the smell of wet leaves and the sweet aroma of freshly harvested hay, a mama bluejay scolding her young'uns to come in for the night, honking geese alerting us of their travel plans to continue on farther south... We had leisurely chats with neighbors while the basketball was steadily being dribbled in the fading golden light. Then the sound of the bouncing ball also faded as we trickled back into our warm home. I was the last one in. I wanted to savor an autumn evening. I looked up at the darkening sky and sighed a sigh of contentment. This was a good day. Safely through another week. Ready for another.

"At Thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore." (Ps. 16) It's a gift from God to stop, enjoy, and rest in His "pleasures forevermore," wherever we may be.

(Photo taken by Jimi Ann in our yard)

Friday, October 22, 2010

Character vs. Reputation

(Michael in our yard)
Be more concerned with your character
than your reputation,

because your character is what you really are,
while your reputation is merely
what others think of you.

~John Wooden

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Michael's Invention

I think I would call it a Balloon Rocket? Michael was very patient with me. I kept walking into the kitchen and accidently knocking down the "invisible" thread. But he tried and tried again... (Click on the triangle to see video). What a smarty-patarty.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Our Tinker-er

Our friend, Marcus, came over one day and he and the boys found an ancient tiller hidden in the rubble in our old, broken down barn. They dragged it out, and, low and behold, Marcus worked on the engine and brought it back to life. (Marcus was 12 years old at the time). Now Michael, above, loves to tinker with it. He walks around looking for other things to tinker with. The boy is just a born tinker-er.

What a handsome tinker-er.
George: a tinker-er in training.
Two tinker-ers are better than one.

(Photos by Jimi Ann)