so many emotions.

why do tears well up from an unknown spring deep deep within?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CryxwzBuldc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

You're going to make it -- You know that, right?

You can't go back... Going back there is Darkness.

You are a Child of the Light.

You have been SET FREE.

You.Are.Free.

The Shepherd's Daughter spoke as One Who Knew... 

"Just as my child brings his broken toys with tears for me to mend,

I took my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.

But then...instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,

I hung around & tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back & cried, 'How could You be so slow?'

'What could I do, My child?' He said. 'You never did let go.'"

-Faith Mitchner

The Middle Sister saw the sole of the baby bootie the Younger Although Taller Sister was crocheting and promptly exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! It looks like a prokaryotic cell!!" B-)

At least we know thatsomeone has been studying Biology…

Allow me to introduce to you,
The Shepherds Daughter.

Once upon a time,
she lived in a Pit.

Battered.
Bruised.
Chained.
Afraid.
Forsaken.
Hopeless.

One day,
the Shepherd came along.

He stopped,
reached down,
broke her chains,
wiped her face,
and lifted her out of the Pit.

You... are my Daughter. 

He gave her Beauty for Ashes.

He turned her Mourning into Joy.

He lifted up her head.

He made her lie down by Still Waters, even when she didn't want too...

Bit by bit, He restored her Soul.

My daughter... I died for you.
I love you more than you could ever know.
You can never earn my favor.
You can never run to a place where I cannot find you.
Be still... and know My grace.

((I sometimes like to stop by her office and hear the stories. Stay tuned.))

So many changes looming ahead for the Brave Family.

The Beautiful Lady has officially finished her PhD of Brilliance and is heading back Across the Ocean. What will we do with out her?!

The Brave Brother is about to head off the College. He will discover the reality of no maid service in the dorms. hehe.

The Brave Boy is about to head back to school full time. We have heard there much Writing will be Required.

And the Brave Mommy will have a bedroom all to herself for the first time in 6 years.

Change is bittersweet... New adventures ahead yet we feel the deep sense of loss over letting go of ones who are so dear.

The Story will continue, as it always does, until the Writer is finished.

He writes Beautiful Stories, you know.

"Every day there is Something to Thank God for... And, every day there is Something to Remind Us that we are Totally and Completely Dependent on God." -- The Beautiful Lady

The Brave Boy continues to be stuck in his Hero Kick -- I don't know if I should be Grateful or Regret that we have finally left the Muppets behind.

We were having another Talk about Heroes on the way home from school.

You know, Brave Boy, Heroes didn't just wake up and become Heroic.

There were so many Little Things, Little Choices, Little Decisions that Prepared and Shaped them.

Then, when the Herioc Moment came, they were Ready.

He stopped to pick up a worm on the sidewalk.

You're baaaaaaaack!?!

I had been gone on a Special Assignment for two weeks ...The Brave Boy gave me three hugs in two hours.

We had a lovely time until I came down and took away the video games.

'Time for No Electronic Stimulation.'

'Nooooo!'

'Yes.'

The Brave Boy grumply curled up on the couch.

'I forgot how much I don't like your rules!!'

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, he was asleep the moment his head the the pillow... I woke him up two hours later.

Ha.

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How often I talk to God just like that.

I don't like His rules.

I don't like waiting.

I don't like the pain.

I don't understand why I have to give up something I wanted...

I still wish I could be a Hero, said the Brave Boy regretfully.

We were walking home from school... It always takes longer on a day after it has rained because he stops to pick up all the worms on the sidewalk and put them in the grass.

I decided to seize the Teachable Moment.

Do you know part of what makes a hero?

Helping someone/something that cannot help you back or repay you.

He pondered this thought... as he continued to pick up worms.