Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Diaper
Lucy came to me and whined, "Diaper" and turned around to show me her read end. I felt her diaper and pulled out a knife- a kid's play kitchen knife. I walked away but she followed me and said, "diaper!" I checked it again and pulled all these sundry items out of her diaper. Just thought I'd share the laugh.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Oh How He Loves Us

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
Orphan Alert. 2 brothers looking for their Forever Family.

Six year old Yu-Hsuan and his four year old brother Yu-Hsiang are a real dynamic duo...cute as bugs, healthy, happy, active and loads of fun! They have been in foster care for almost four years with the same family. The brothers are very close and play together (and quarrel) as expected. Older brother attends school and gets along well with his friends. He does well in school, with encouragement from his teachers. Younger brother has been the baby of the family and foster mom often has a hard time letting her baby do things for himself...but he is very independent and all boy, so she has been unable to stop him from growing up! These two will be a whirlwind of scraped knees, ball caps, bicycles, tree-houses, Kool-Aid stands...and a few tears along the way. But what fun! We need a mom and dad with energy, lots of love, and a sense of humor.
You can find out more about them from IAAP by clicking here. You'll have to register by giving your email and making a password. Then click on Taiwan and find their names on the list.
Love
"If life has taught me anything,
It is that love is of all things great,
powerful, eternal, the very sword of God. "
- from the book Robert The Bruce; The Price of the King's Peace
It is that love is of all things great,
powerful, eternal, the very sword of God. "
- from the book Robert The Bruce; The Price of the King's Peace
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Lake Pleasant
Remember
"I have sworn upon the alter of God eternal hostility against every form of Tyranny over the mind of man."
--Thomas Jefferson
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A visit to a ranch
Roses love sunshine
Violets love dew
Angels in Heaven
Know I love you.
Violets love dew
Angels in Heaven
Know I love you.
-from Down in the Valley (author unknown)








If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.

If I were merry April now,
How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
Of her vermillion flowers.


Since she will laugh in April's face
No matter how he rains or blows --
Then O that I wild April were,
To play with laughing Rose.


How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.


If I were merry April now,
How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
Of her vermillion flowers.



Since she will laugh in April's face
No matter how he rains or blows --
Then O that I wild April were,
To play with laughing Rose.



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