The Wound the Death of a Child Brings

it's like...
a puncture wound...so deep that it runs through every nerve of your body over and over
a papercut... no one might see it but every little nudge makes it hurt
a wound to the lip..you can't put ointment on it to make it heal faster or a band-aid to protect it
a cut between your thumb and finger...it keeps getting reopened and hurts anew
a bruise...a sudden bang with a hurt that runs deep and colors your being
an abrasion...it pulls away your protective skin leaving you open, raw, and exposed

but my wounds are being tended and one glorious day will be completely healed.


"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds."—Psalm 147:3.

How Sweet the Name
of Jesus Sounds

1. How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2. It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3. Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,
My never failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace!

4. By Thee, my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

5. Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

6. Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

7. 'Til then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

A Creed Funny or Two

  Yesterday Mom, the kids and I went with our friends Peggy and Carol to a corn maze in Snook.  Creed got tired of walking and told Carol that his stomach hurt and asked her to carry him.  She said, "Oh, is your stomach telling me to carry you?"  He said, "No, my lips are!"

I am laughing all over again.

And another one...

Jack and Emma were riding their bikes on our street.  Creed wanted to go out and ride his tricycle.  I told him he was too little to be out front with him but maybe when he was four.  He says, "Well, now I am four."  So I said, "Well, maybe when you are five then."  So of course he says, "Now I am five!" Then for good measure he adds, "And now I am six!"

Princess Fang II

She now has a matching set of fangs though the middle teeth are very painfully making there way in as well.  Teething is not this girl's friend!

Simple Pleasures

 Last night we had a neighborhood block party.  When I drove by on my way to take Emma and Anne Michal to soccer practice I saw that they had a little train that was being driven around the playground.  I knew I had to take Creed when I got back home.  He was so excited.  We stood in line for his turn and he looks at me with his eyes just glowing and said, "I am going to call him Thomas!"  I was rather relieved that he didn't question where the track was!

They also had a pony, but there was no way he was riding a pony.  He kept shaking his head vehemently when asked if he wanted to ride; yet, he wasn't afraid to slide down the  giant blow up slide.  He climbed up and slid down over and over again.  The look of glee on his face as he flew down with his shock of blonde hair blowing up behind him was priceless.  Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of that, but I did get this. Snowcones!

P.S. 12 year old girls that are thrilled to carry their baby sister in an ergo are priceless!!

September 2011 Book Log

The Burning Soul by John Connolly

Devices and Desires by P.D. James

The Lighthouse by P.D. James

Original Sin by P.D. James

The Serpent's Tale by Ariana Franklin

A Trick of the Light by Louise Penny

The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King

Precipice by John Jackson Miller

False Charity by Veronica Heley

On Beauty and Being Just by Elaine Scarry

A Community of Character: Toward A Constructive Christian Social Ethic by Stanley Hauerwas

Evil and the Justice of God by N.T. Wright

The Case for Civility: And Why Our Future Depends On It by Os Guinness

How to Go From Being A Good Evangelical to a Committed Catholic in Ninety-Five Difficult Steps by Christian Smith

Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis

Grieving, Hope, and Solace: When a Loved One Dies in Christ by Albert N. Martin

The Pastor: A Memoir by Eugene H. Peterson

Innocent Blood: Challenging the Powers of Death with the Gospel of Life by John Ensor

Fyodor Dostoevsky by Peter J. Leithart

J.R.R. Tolkien by Mark Horne

Janey Kate dancing her way toward bedtime

 Jon sure knows how to wind them down.  I should count these as her 10 month pictures as I tried to get some today but she wouldn't be still long enough.



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