• 26Jan
    Categories: Uncategorized Comments Off on Pages Update

    Sorry I wasn’t more specific.  On the left hand column there are some links.  One of the headers is called “Pages”.  Under it is a few things like “About, Contact Liisa, Praying for Liisa”.  Those are the pages that I added some stuff to and my map of those praying for me is there as well.  Please update my map if you haven’t already.

  • 26Jan

    Pardon the font

    A Keeper


    Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.  It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.


    It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful.  Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.



    But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… While we have it, it’s best we love it… And care for it… And fix it when it’s broken… And heal it when it’s sick.




    This is true: For marriage… And old cars… And children with bad report cards… Dogs and cats with bad hips… And aging parents… And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.


    There are just some things that make life important,



    like people we know who are special… And so, we keep them close!

  • 26Jan

    I have modified some of the “pages”. Check them out.

  • 26Jan

    Confronted once again this past Sunday with my failures in mothering I find myself crying out, “LORD!  Please help me to teach these children that although I fail, You do not, and that my failures do not give them an excuse to choose the wrong path.”  It is something that I prayed before Dan died, but it seems even more important now somehow.  They can use the awful things of this sin-cursed world to get stronger and to learn how to get closer to God or they can let them cause a root of bitterness to grow that will blossom and spread it’s evil poison to everything and everyone in their lives.

    Reminds me of the political arena.  Dan really got disgusted with all these people blasting Bush for his choice to go to war.  “We can’t blame Bush for not knowing everything about the situation.  He did the best he could with the information that he had.”  Well, I am doing the best I can with the information, skills, and time that I have. 

    Sometimes it just doesn’t seem like enough . . .

  • 26Jan

    I’m guessing that not all of you who are reading this blog are friends of mine on facebook.  In which case I need to tell you about my “Danny quilts”.  For those who have already heard about them please pardon the repetition.

    While packing some clothes in WV for this time frame of “between houses” I looked at a bunch of Dan’s clothes and wondered what I was going to do with them.  Someone had suggested that I give each of the kids a shirt to cuddle with as a way to remember their Dad.  So in the process of pulling out one for each of them I decided to turn some of them into a quilt.  A good friend told me that “When life gives you scraps, make a quilt.”  So that’s what I’m doing.

    I ended up dividing up Dan’s dress shirts between myself and the four oldest kids.  Then I am taking their “color” and making a quilt for each of them.  There really isn’t a whole lot of Dan’s shirts in each quilt (Dan just wasn’t much interested in wearing pink and purple)  =).  Marantha, Payden, and Caleb kind of get the short end of the stick there, but I’m still playing with some ideas.  I’m saving the pockets and tags off of the shirts and I think I might sort of appliqué them onto a ‘sheet’, and knot that into a comforter for Maranatha.  Then I have a few collars, cuffs, and buttons, not to mention T-shirts (not real good for blankets) and some jeans to play around with for Payden and Caleb.

    So, if you hear me talking about a Danny quilt that is what I’m referring to.  I did manage to finish the first one which I have claimed as my own at this point.  Friends have donated scraps, time for cutting, piecing, and quilting to help me finish.  It is very nice to have this project to work on at this point in my life.  It seems to help me grieve in a constructive manner.

    Here is a picture of the first one.dannyquiltsmall

    Here are some of the patches for the second one.  This one will be Abigail’s.  I’m not sure why I started with hers.  I actually have this one all pieced together and basted.  Next step is the quilting and then put on the edging to finish it up.