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1970 - This is the catalogue that contained my wish for Christmas when I was eight-years-old. Let me save you some time here - I'm forty-five.
1970 - This is the catalogue that contained my wish for Christmas when I was eight-years-old. Let me save you some time here - I'm forty-five.

Care worn...
Hardworking hands...
Love the contrast in this shot...
There's a very special young lady in our church who is celebrating her nineteenth birthday today! Check Abigail's blog to discover who she is! Leave a comment on Abbey's site and let the birthday girl know that you thought of her today!
A stubbornly resistant cold/virus has held me housebound for nearly a week now. Because there's not much else I can do but rest, I've had time to surf through cyberspace, and to scroll through the blogs of other Christian women. It's been wonderful to see the threads of Christian virtue woven through the writings of so many good ladies and young women. Yet I am troubled... troubled by a book. A book that I've seen highly praised by those who have read it and by those who have only heard about it yet cannot wait for a quite moment to sink their minds into its pages.
Many have posted a picture of the book's front cover and as soon as I saw its title I determined in my heart not to buy it, not to read it, ever! Maybe the information stored within its chapters would be quite worthy of my time. It may be chock full of applicable principles. But its title speaks of a separation issue right off the bat. You want to know the title, right? Here it is, “Passionate Housewives Desperate for God." I think if all of us are honest, we’d have to admit that it brings to mind a less than virtuous television program—a sitcom that's worse than the worst, revealing and reveling in the ugliest traits a woman could possess. “For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.” A perfect verse to describe the television program I’d rather not mention—it’s that bad.
Why would an author who says God is her Father find it necessary to look to the world to title the book she, no doubt, labored over for months and months? Does not the Scripture exhort God’s children, “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” Could it be the perfect will of God that the title of one’s book conjure up polluted images of the world in the mind of the reader? Could it be acceptable to the Lord that one blogger mixed up the title’s adjectives while writing her intentions to read this short volume? There’s something very wrong about this, I think
It's always a good thing to try and imagine what you would do should the Lord Jesus Christ stop in for an unannounced visit. It helps to assess what one has in her home (magazines, catalogues, DVDs, CDs, etc.) and whether or not it should remain there. And if He did come for a visit, each one of us would greet Him with much adoration and deep reverence, wouldn't we? But would we be ashamed at some of the items lying about the living room? Would we hurry to change the radio station? And what would we do if "Passionate Housewives Desperate for God" was displayed on the coffee table directly in front of the place where the Lord was seated? I can hear it now: “It’s not what you think, Lord, really. The title is different, it just sounds the same, but it’s not the same thing as that television program. It’s this book about Christian living, and it’s really good, but it’s not anything like that show. I know it looks that way—my unsaved neighbor thought the same thing—but it’s not, really. Here, I’ll just hide it for now.” Shame. Not because of its contents (like I said, it may be a very good book), but because its title is equated with the wicked world. The unsaved around us should be able to plainly see the difference Christ has made in our lives. May it never be said of the professing Christian woman that the world comfortably abides in her house.
But why should we pretend that Christ may pay us an announced visit? There’s really no need to merely imagine His divine presence. He is here, right now. Remember what the Lord said to His children, “And lo, I am with you always, even until the end of the world.” His all-seeing eye inventories the life of the Christian every single second. My life, your life. Have you anything you’d rather He not find? Is there something in your home, such as the above-mentioned book, that just doesn’t seem right? Get rid of it. There’s an abundance of good, unquestionable reading material out there for the Christian woman’s betterment. Here’s a verse to end this post: “Abstain from all appearance of evil.” I Thessalonians 5:22. As for “Passionate Housewives Desperate for God”? I’ll never buy it, I’ll never read it, ever. No apologies given.
She took good care of me today with hot servings of homemade chicken soup, endless cups of medicinal tea, and the constant plea to rest. She cleaned the house and took out her treasure boxes, sharing her favorite things from the past: a card from a brother, a poem from another, and a favorite picture of her father. Her kindness filled our home today and filled my heart with the sweet knowledge that it was, indeed, okay to rest. She lent me a favorite book and begged me please read. I finished it just now and am waiting the return of my daughter and her Dad from a revival meeting I've been forced to miss. The house is quite empty without them.



Recently, Randy penned a very good article in regard to the suffering that takes place all around the world, every day, all the time, by all people—young and old. Suffering is common, and I have been no exception to the facts that surround our fallen race. (I’m sure my readers can relate.) My life here on planet earth is scarred by suffering—some of it my own fault, some of it not. Some of it I have born alone. But when Jesus Christ became my Saviour, the pain of suffering was no longer private. It became a burden He shared and gladly takes upon His own shoulders on a regular basis. He encourages me to cast all my care upon him; for he cares for me—I Peter 5:7. He assures me that the things which may happen to me in this life have been allowed only for my good “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28 The trials and temptations faced here below afford me the opportunity not only to mature in the faith, but to lay up treasure in heaven as I seek to glorify Him with my life through the trials He allows.
If you look closely at this photo, you can see a polka dotted feather from our neighborhood Guinea Hen and the blossoms of some very hearty marigolds!

