About her Father's Business"All along, let us remember, we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey." - Amy Carmichael
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Name: Elizabeth


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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

thankful

You know it's going to be an interesting welcome home when your Littlest Brother tells you over the phone,

in his best cartoon voice,

"Yer rooms been PILLAGED and der ain't no loot left!"



Translation: The contrator who came to replace the smelly ceiling (made smelly by a former contractor who forgot to cover the roof the night it rained)  decided that I hadn't emptied my room enough.

Hurray for opportunities to RE-ORGANIZE one's room and discover what exactly is under your bed.

ehem.

I am thankful for a dry, non-smelly ceiling. And my family. And dear friends. And the Peace-that-Passes-all-Comprehension.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!


Thursday, November 12, 2009




Sunday, November 08, 2009

there was a showdown.

It

was

in

the bathroom.

(of all places!)

The 18 month old with Adorable Curls had gotten into the Forbidden Place filled with Wonderful Things like Water and Soap and Such...

... and was eying Miss m'Lizabeth with Great Suspicion.

"Adorable Curls, put the brush back."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

Miss m'Lizabeth reached for the hairbrush...

"Yes"

"NOOOOO!!"

Miss m'Lizabeth then reached for Adorable Curls...

"Yes"

and put Adorable Curls outside the bathroom and firmly shut the door.

ehem.

---

How often do we do the same with God?

God: Yes.

Me: No.

God: Yes.

Me: No! See, I really like this... and here's why You really shouldn't change things.

God: (just as gently as ever) Yes.

And sometimes He even picks us up/turns the world upside down/takes away things in our lives... with a gentle but firm, "Yes."

The Forbidden Thing/Place might not be a BAD thing... it's just not the time for it. Truth be know, the 5r old and 3 yr old sisters enter and use all the soap and water their heart may desire. It's just not time for Adorable Curls yet... She'd be sure to massively overdose.

God IS love... Thus He cannot do anything would violate Himself... Anything allowed into our lives is because He loves us. Whatever 'It' is is ultimately best for us, in the Long-Term and the Big Picture even when we can't understand.
 

How very comforting.


Sunday, October 25, 2009

so brave. oh yes. really.

Miss m'Lizabeth was entrusted with the care of three little girls under the age of 6 who were determined to watch Snow White for the first time ever:

5 yr old: We're brave.

3 yr old: Yeah, so BRAVE.

Miss m'Lizabeth: We can fast-forward the Evil Queen...

5 yr old:We don't mind the Evil Queen.

3 yr old: Yeah, we're BRAVE.

The Evil Queen hadn't been on the screen 8 seconds when

the 5 year old hide behind the biggest available pillow

and the 3 year began to holler,

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYY!!"

Thankfully, Miss m'Lizabeth was there to Save the Day.

whew. that was CLOSE. my goodness.
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Maybe you're not scared of the Evil Queen anymore... Maybe your Daddy isn't around. Maybe you're scared of something just a little too big for even a Daddy to handle.

That's when having a Heavenly Father is so very comforting.

The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me.

In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears.

The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountain shook; they trembled because He was angry.

Smoke rose from his nostrils; consuming fire came from his mouth, burning coals blazed out of it.

He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet.

He mounted the cherubim and flew;  he soared on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him— the dark rain clouds of the sky.

Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced, with hailstones and bolts of lightning.

The LORD thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded. 

He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies, great bolts of lightning and routed them.

The valleys of the sea were exposed and the foundations of the earth laid bare at your rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of breath from your nostrils.

He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.

He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me.

They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the LORD was my support.

He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

The LORD has dealt with me according to my righteousness;  according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me.

For I have kept the ways of the LORD; I have not done evil by turning from my God.

All his laws are before me; I have not turned away from his decrees.

I have been blameless before him and have kept myself from sin.

The LORD has rewarded me according to my righteousness, according to the cleanness of my hands in his sight.

To the faithful you show yourself faithful, to the blameless you show yourself blameless, to the pure you show yourself pure, but to the crooked you show yourself shrewd.

You save the humble but bring low those whose eyes are haughty.

You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning;  my God turns my darkness into light.

With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall.

As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him.

For who is God besides the LORD? And who is the Rock except our God?

It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights.

He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great.

You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.

I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed.

I crushed them so that they could not rise; they fell beneath my feet.

You armed me with strength for battle; you made my adversaries bow at my feet.

You made my enemies turn their backs in flight, and I destroyed my foes.

They cried for help, but there was no one to save them— to the LORD, but he did not answer.

I beat them as fine as dust borne on the wind; I poured them out like mud in the streets.

You have delivered me from the attacks of the people; you have made me the head of nations; people I did not know are subject to me.

As soon as they hear me, they obey me;  foreigners cringe before me.

They all lose heart; they come trembling from their strongholds.

 The LORD lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God my Savior!

He is the God who avenges me, who subdues nations under me,who saves me from my enemies.

You exalted me above my foes; from violent men you rescued me.

Therefore I will praise you among the nations, O LORD; I will sing praises to your name.

He gives his king great victories; he shows unfailing kindness to his anointed, to David and his descendants forever.

Psalm 18


Monday, October 19, 2009

time to get well

I'm feeling SO much better!! Thank you for all your prayers. <3

While I was sick...

I rediscovered some Childhood Memories in an old VHS I bought used at the Library.

hehe. The Middle Sister groaned. I think she's just jealous.

I wanted to share them with you. When I shared them with a Certain Friend, she announced it was "Time for you to hurry up and Get Well!!"







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