This is my Christmas gift from my girl, Sabra Eden. Lovingly crafted in art class. Isn’t it beautiful? IF ANYONE THIRSTS, LET HIM COME TO ME AND DRINK.” -JOHN 7:37 Proclamation is made most freely, that every thirsty one is welcome. No other distinction is made but that of thirst. The bleeding, dying, rising Savior […]
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This is what Christmas Eve looked like at our house. Happy Chaos, as always. The men and children decided that there was nothing they would like better than Pizza Hut, so that is what they ate while the ladies prepared a simple yet gourmet Italian meal. It was wonderful. After dinner we sang Christmas […]
My little brother, Matthew Ryan (Levi calls him “Big Beard” for no reason at all). Nephew Tyrel, my baby boy Wyatt and Matthew. Levi’s gift from me. I get a Nikon, he gets a t-shirt. All’s fair. My sweet, second born son, Riley Michael. Dollar store ornament hanging randomly among the cards. Sabra Eden. […]
photos of poor, sick baby & I snapped by big brother, Spencer Rather than clean and cook and prepare the house like planned, I spent the day in the hospital with Jessie Pearl. Poor baby had a ear infection and was miserable. Driving student, Spencer Cole, chauffeured us and after hours in ER and Christmas […]
We don’t usually get each other Christmas gifts, my husband & I, so I was surprised when Levi brought home a Nikon D600 for me. I screeched like a little kid. I have had my trusty Canon Rebel for years (6 or 8?) and this will take a bit of learning, but I am excited. […]
Photos from our snow day. The kids built a fort and even big brother, Landon, joined the fun. It is all melted now, but the weather man is forecasting a white Christmas.
Jace & Sabra’s Christmas piano recital was held at an old red barn along with a children’s voice recital. So darling. My girl’s first time playing the keyboard and she played beautifully. My boy’s first time on keyboard and very first recital. He played beautifully. My 3 year old niece, Avoni, stole the show when […]
Our first sticking snow of the season. The children spent the day sledding and building snow forts. Windy Ridge is piled high with wet snowsuits, mittens & boots and the kitchen counter is covered in mugs of hot chocolate. The December sky was the prettiest shade of gray. December wisteria on the shack.
Days like yesterday remind me that this fallen world is not my home. The massacre in Connecticut, the murder and pain and evil that happens every single day on this crumbling earth makes me long for heaven where tears will be no more. This song, written in 1856 by William Cushing, has been running through […]