Sunday, April 12, 2009

What Easter Means To Me

This morning I had a sick kiddo, so I didn't get to go to church on Easter morning. I'm not sure that's ever happened before. Not in my memory anyway. So, I've been sitting here thinking about what Jesus did for me and what it means.

Because Jesus was killed on that cross...

It means that I'm not bound by any type of religious rules and traditions. It means that by His grace I'm a free woman. It means that nothing I do can get me into Heaven. It also means that not doing something isn't gonna keep me out of Heaven. It means that I don't have to keep track of my "religious tallie marks". It means that I am simply free to be His hands and feet while I am on this planet by taking care of those who are unable to take care of themselves. It means that when I die, I go to Heaven for the simple fact that I believe in Him and accept that His death was for me.

Grace. How awesome is that?

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Big Brothers Can Really Come In Handy

By the time we got back to the house and took a hike, Bee's legs were tired and she didn't waste any time telling us all about it. So, D.K. volunteered his services to pack her about like so many lumps on a camels back.

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Those two little specks are of Prophet and D.K. still carrying Bee on his back.

Still hangin' on.

Finally put her down at the top of the hill. Oh my achin' back!
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Climbing Trees

Prophet in a tree.

D.K. in the same tree.
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Mudd, Glorious, Mudd

Alot of this...

Swampy stuff..

More swampy stuff...

Yet more of the swampy stuff...

And again...

You're catchin on, more of the swampy stuff...


...equals alot of this...

I've realized that Michigan at this time of the year is a big swamp. I've gone thru an entire bottle of spray n wash this week. Which is a small price to pay for having wonderful, icky fun with my kids!!

Our Day In Cutouts

We got up and drove into Lansing this morning to go to the State History Museum and the Potter Park Zoo. Every time the kids (and Smart Guy a few times) saw a cutout, they went running for it while yelling for me to take their picture. Here's all of them!




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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Through It All by Hillsong

Thia is a beautiful song. My favorite line in the song is "you see me through the seasons". How true is that? He has seen me through so many seasons of my life, the good ones, the bad ones, the easy ones, the tough ones, the ones when He was silent, and the ones when He was in my face and obvious. He's always here and He's always carrying me. Always. No matter how it may feel sometimes.

You are forever in my life
You see me through the seasons
Cover me with Your hand
And lead me in Your righteousness
And I look to You
And I wait on You

I will sing to You, Lord
A hymn of love
For Your faithfulness to me
I'm carried in everlasting arms
You'll never let me go
Through it all

A Furry Little Friend

As we all walked back up to the house for dinner, Bee and I took a different route so she could collect rocks as we walked. I saw the guys all stopped ahead of us, and heard Smart Guy yell something that I couldn't understand over the wind. When I looked closely, this is what I saw. See the small creature on the ground?

When I got up close, this is what was there...

Yes, that a opussum. It just sat there and watched us walked around it. It was really wierd. I've never seen a live opossum up that close. After we walked away, it slowly made it's way down the hill toward the lake and disappeared.

D.K. Crossing The Creek

Once he got across, he decided that he couldn't get back without the log breaking and sending him into the freezing cold creek, so he followed the creek on the other side until he got to the bridge and met up with us there. That orange speck in the picture is him following us on the other side of the creek.

After Lunch Today

Prophet trying to fish with a fishing pole he found that didn't actually work. He did however succeed in hooking his pants quite well.

He seems to always have a ball in his hands.

Standing in the gazebo that sits on top of the creek running out of the lake.

Bee going down the steps crossing the creek to the trail.

Daddy and D.K. once again trying to fix the fishing pole so it would be usable. Bee and D.K. even dug up some worms to use as bait.