We’re enjoying this classical piece at the moment: Piano Concerto No. 5
Hmm…interesting March 23, 2008
ha ha, I’ll remove the eyepopping photo.
Man Sets Sights on Eye-Popping Record
posted: 18 September 2006 12:17 pm ET
Man Recites Pi to 100,000 Places
posted: 04 October 2006 01:28 pm ET
An article by Pastor John Piper was convicting, and leaves us praying:
We surrender all to you, Lord Jesus – use every part of us for service in your kingdom. Break the prideful, lift the suffering, heal the broken, and bless the needy members of our spiritual bodies that your bride may be blessed. May Jesus Christ be praised in and throughout all our lives, for the glory of God and the praise of His great and glorious name.
Spring Time! March 15, 2008
Here we are, in our favorite place: the Wissahickon Valley Park.
So warm and beautiful . . .
Some days just are that way March 5, 2008
Today was a weird day. The kind of day where just slightly out-of-the-ordinary stuff happens, just enough to catch you off guard.
1. It all started last night, I know it did. With crazy, passionate conversations that lasted half the night and continued in our brains so that we couldn’t go to sleep for a very long time. (I’m not sure it stopped for me after I went to sleep.) I know I had crazy dreams. Then, the first thing I did when I woke up was call my friend. Then, breakfast. Cereal that claims to have 100 percent of most of your daily nutrients in it mixed with a little granola, grapefruit and apples.
2. Okay, so the fact that I dressed completely in green may have had something to do with it too. But hey, how can I help it if my green sweatpants pair the best with my growing tummy? Anyways, a little while later, the skin on my knee starts feeling REALLY hot. I take a look and find that it is red and blotchy too. I show Steve and he finds more on my neck and chest. Yikes. The only thing I can think of is to call my mom, who is strangely knowledgable about these things. She suggests several things, like maybe I ate something weird or *gasp* am allergic to the baby. I sure hope not.
3. The rash starts going away after a while. Meanwhile, my mom tells me that my poor bro broke his wrist snowboarding and is in a lot of pain. Poor guy. And that there is lots of snow and ice in Canada, while it is pretty mild here.
4. I hang up and . . . promptly breathe in a fruitfly. Man, those things stick in your throat!
5. I say goodbye to Steve, still coughing up my fruitfly. He is going to go study at the library. A few minutes later he is back, a reproachful smile on his face. “You know how it rained a lot last night? Well, you left the sunroof open in the car.” Oh. I stare at him, then cough again. Oh. This can’t be happening. “I’m so sorry. Oh, hunny, I’m so sorry.”
6. He leaves in the soaking wet car, and is back again within a half-hour. The library is closed.
Okay, I know this sounds like a horrible day. But look at the bright side. I am dressed in all-green. Bright green. It could have been worse. And really, things did get better after that. We have the wonderful opportunity to have friends over tomorrow, mom over for the weekend, to go home for like a day and a half after that (to get our first ultra-sound and second midwife appointment!!!!), and to have friends over after that. And I made homemade pizza for supper, which pretty much trumps anything. And . . . as a result of the wet car, Steve got the wonderful opportunity to have good talks with the landlord who provided us with a shop-vac and was incredibly helpful and friendly.
*Sigh* I’m at the end of my day. Which means I MUST get back to my papers again. Which means my brain will get crazy and deep again and make connections that scare me.
All for the best!
Are you Petrified? Why not! March 4, 2008
How would you console someone who is afraid of flying, perhaps after watching the videos or viewing the shots below:
We could assure our friend that the media sells us what sells. Sprawling stories of a plane crash sell well. These stories are reported with far greater intensity than the more frequent automobile crashes claiming many more lives…
You can offer the offer the words: “Que Sera, Sera”, whatever will be will be, Hakuna matata, don’t worry, be happy. Fatalism offers little hope, but “appears” to let go of fear….
We could affirm that he should be afraid, very afraid. How can we be certain things will stay as they are? How are the strict laws of nature maintained?
Flying is only the beginning of a whole host of fears that ought to overwhelm us….what about death & disease, natural catastrophes, war, financial ruin, germophobia, STD’s? (For a more comprehensive list go here.)
I happen to suffer from Tokophobia more than Amy does… 🙂
I encourage you not to minimize fears we and our friends are facing. Rather, expand on them and show the strength and power of God in keeping you from being petrified by fear. Fears provide excellent opportunities for us to testify of our absolute, almighty and personal Savior who upholds all things by the counsel of His sovereign will.
“I have no shepherd. No one cares for me, looks out for me, protects me, leads me. I experience a continual sense of need. Nothing’s ever quite right. I’m always restless, and easily frustrated and often disappointed. I stagger through deserts. I feel parched with thirst.
My soul feels broken, twisted, and stuck. I can’t fix myself. I stumble down dark paths. Still, I insist, I want to do what I want, when I want, how I want. Life’s confusing, I don’t know why things never really work out. I’m haunted by emptiness and futility – shadows of death.
I fear the big hurt and final loss. Death waits for me at the end of every road, But I’d rather not talk about that. I spend my life protecting myself. I fear bad things that could happen. I find no lasting comfort.
I’m alone….facing everything that could hurt me. Other people use me for their own ends. No one is really with me. No one has my back. No one is really for me – except me. And I’m so much all about ME, sometimes it’s sickening. I belong to no one except myself. My cup is empty
Trouble, disappointment and loss hunt me down all the days of my life.
I’ll be alone forever, homeless, free-falling into void. Or maybe I’ll be obliterated. Sartre said, “Hell is other people.” I have to add, “Hell is myself”. Then I die. ”
Contrast that with this:
“1 The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
3 He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Isn’t our God good?