It's Friday Again...

Okay, so far, so good, but it IS Friday, and my husband is currently working with a Skil-saw upstairs. The smoke alarm DID go off already, but I am pretty sure it was just being over-sensitive about the dust. Mark removed the battery. Now he'll have to remember to put it back in of course, so that it can serve its intended purpose, rather than choking on sawdust.

The only disaster so far, and it hardly bears mentioning it's so minor, is that Hannah neglected to bring home an order form for something that should have been turned in today. Fortunately for her, others on the team also neglected to take theirs home so extra time has been allotted.

So if you were looking for another Friday drama from my corner of the world, so far you're out of luck, but then the day isn't over yet!!!

Poignant Scriptures

Psalm 143
A psalm of David.
O LORD, hear my prayer,
listen to my cry for mercy;
in your faithfulness and righteousness
come to my relief.
Do not bring your servant into judgment,
for no one living is righteous before you.
The enemy (the junk and pressures of every day life) pursues me,
he crushes me to the ground;
he makes me dwell in darkness
like those long dead.
So my spirit grows faint within me;
my heart within me is dismayed. (I'm really getting sick of this, Lord, its dragging me down)
I remember the days of long ago;
I meditate on all your works (Lord, you've brought us through tough times before, I know that)
and consider what your hands have done.
I spread out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
Answer me quickly, (I'd prefer yesterday, to be honest!) O LORD;
my spirit fails.
Do not hide your face from me
or I will be like those who go down to the pit. (I feel so mired down)
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul.
Rescue me from my enemies, O LORD,
for I hide myself in you.
Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God;
may your good Spirit
lead me on level ground.
For your name's sake, O LORD, preserve my life;
in your righteousness, bring me out of trouble.
In your unfailing love, silence my enemies;
destroy all my foes,
for I am your servant.


Habakkuk 3:17-19
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
(Yes, even though I'm completely without resources)
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign LORD is my strength;
he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
he enables me to go on the heights.
(I will praise you in this storm!)

No wonder we're tired at the end of the day!

Check out this video of a "William Tell" tribute of the things moms say. And a big thanks to Steph who brought it to my attention! It is a hoot!

Lyrics from Sara Groves

Sara Groves is an artist who is insightful and poignant in her songwriting. Her thoughts through song pierce my soul and minister to my heart. This song, which I heard for the first time yesterday, is no exception:

"This Journey Is My Own"

When I stand before the Lord, I'll be standing alone. This journey is my own. Still I want man's advice, and I need man's approval, but this journey is my own. .

Chorus: Why would I want to live for man and pay the highest price? What would it mean to gain the world, only to lose my life?

So much of what I do is to make a good impression. This journey is my own. So much of what I say is to make myself look better. This journey is my own. Chorus

I have never felt relief like I feel it right now. This journey is my own. 'Cause trying to please the world it was breaking me down, it was breaking me down. Now I live and I breathe for an audience of one, now I live and I breath for an audience of one. Now I live and I breathe for an audience of one, 'cause I know this journey is my own. Chorus

You can live for someone else, and it will only bring you pain. I can't even judge myself. Only the Lord can say, "Well done."

Conversations, Compact Disc [CD]By: Sara Groves Ino Records/m2.0 Communication / 2000 / Compact disc

Thank you, Lord for those who point me to your truth and challenge me in my faith to press on towards the goal YOU have for me.

Psalm 23--From the mouth of a babe...

Slaving Away

Here I sit, slaving away next to a hot oven--I love modern technology, when I can turn a few dials and voila, my oven is getting a cleaning! Of course I do have to deal with the stink of burning debris and the heat that is being given off, but overall I figure its a pretty good trade, since my oven would probably NEVER get cleaned if I had to do it manually! As the magnet I keep on it says, "Nobody ever died of oven crud!"

On to a bunny update...yesterday we took Dandelion to the vet for a little, ahem, "surgery." Now he's sporting a lovely collar which makes him resemble a bunny lamp or some alien receptor, but it's all for his little bunny good. Hate to have any bunny paternity suits on our hands! I hear those can get ugly! Hee-Hee!

Another random thought, last week Mark & I were privileged to attend a book debut party for author Nicole Baart. (Have you read it yet? Better go get a copy and get to it!) As an author, Nicole is gifted for using just the right word to capture a feeling and get you inside the head of a soon to be adult who's had a tumultuous adolescence. Adolescence is rocky enough without the added stress of the death of your father in the middle of it and the abandonment of your mother in early childhood. The title is After the Leaves Fall and is published by Tyndale. Ask for it at a bookseller near you!

The joys of ADHD

Oh, the joys of dealing with ADHD. Over the years we've learned to give meds an hour before Peter is to wake up, so we have a less "interesting" morning while getting ready for school. (We're not too fond of incessantly repeating ourselves, you know...). Today was a morning we forgot. Ugh~not fun for anyone. I can't imagine Peter's frustration of being constantly called back to the task at hand, like eating his breakfast. I can imagine our frustration when we have to do it. Don't tell me ADHD is just a crutch for teachers to keep control of their classrooms. It is VERY real. Do I believe it is over-diagnosed? Yes, I do. It is a difficult diagnosis to achieve, and using Ritalin as a diagnosis tool is ineffective, since just about everyone can benefit from a little Ritalin (to quote Peter's psychiatrist). Do I believe we've received an error in diagnosis? No, I most certainly do not. Do I allow ADHD to be a crutch to my kid? I try not to, though it may seem that we do, even to members of our own family. I'm a firm believer in picking my battles with each of my children, and letting the natural consequences take their course in those I choose not to fight. Do the lessons get learned right away? Nope. Do I ever learn my lessons the first time? Nope, God's still working on me, too.