introducing.... miss maude.

This little owl is on the docket to be joined with the rest of the flock created by littles during the winter park and rec class I'm lucky enough to teach. Can you see 15 of these little owls slowly being made by little artists age 3 or 4? I'm excited about the personalities actually.... Miss Maude was just told that the path to her greatest potential was going to be through her greatest fear. 


Can you see fear in her face? Nope me either. I see courage, faith, and wonder.  Personally I think she's asking if she's wearing the right clothes for the journey. What girl wants to go anywhere improperly dressed?


 If I could I would whisper in her ear.. of course you are. Give yourself grace, you are beautiful, and ready to walk this path...now go.  I'll be right here, as your creator to guide you. Trust me.  


I can't wait to meet the rest of the flock.

"For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control." 

2 Timothy 1:7

resting in the block.

This blog writer is experiencing a bit of bloggers block...

maybe it has to do with the current state of the laundry pile? 

or the planning of a few happydays with a bunch of littles for the parks and rec department?

or planning the next storytime? 

or the powerpoint ordered by her father for church?

or fighting battles?

or finding 3 pairs of pants and two sweaters at a consignment store.. all for 16 bucks!

or waiting for that elusive mileage check to come in the mail?

or preparing a birthday celebration for a small groupie?

or busy learning to be dead? 

or trying to figure out what ISO, F8 and white balance actually mean?

or playing Xbox with her world changers and the Lead Singer?

or freezing her tootsies off sitting her at the computer?

or trying to avoid the content questions?

maybe it's January? 

She'd like to tell you that she's safe, and resting during this season, so you need not worry. She's sure all this resting will prove to give much material if as readers you are a bit patient. Until then, please have yourself AnOthEr HapPy DaY!

The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save: he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing." Zephaniah 3:17

may the best daughter win....

There is the bread that my mom makes every year for Christmas. 

It's affectionally called, Christmas bread.

 My mom was unable to make it due to a knee replacement she recently had.

While she spent the weeks preceding the big morning meal at her house on the couch.

A challenge was issued by dad to insure the tradition wouldn't miss a year.

The best baker of the Christmas bread would then be encouraged to keep making it 

year after year.. just like mom does. 

the youngest daughter, upon being encouraged to double the recipe 

was floating away on a flour cloud last time we saw her.

the middle daughter, who lives in a house with no heat in the kitchen,

had yeast raising issues, and never recovered.

the eldest daughter, going the extra mile as always, used a thermometer to make sure her 

yeast would work, and sprinkled coconut on top. 

Thinking she was a shoo in as the future Christmas bread maker.

Who won?

The Brother In Law, 

who upon seeing his wife floating on a cloud of flour stepped in to save the day.

I guess he gets to make it from now on..... right mom?  

to infinity and beyond..

The following hymn came to Fanny Crosby as a result of a prayer. 


Struggling financially, she desperately needed some money. As her usual custom, Fanny began to pray. A few minutes later, a gentleman offered her five dollars, the exact amount she needed. 


Later recalling the incident, she said, "I have no way of accounting for this except to believe that God put it into the heart of this good man to bring the money." 


The poem she wrote afterward became "All The Way My Savior Leads Me - Aldrin Lapitan

All the Way My Savior Leads Me

All the way my Savior leads me;

What have I to ask beside?

Can I doubt His tender mercy,

Who through life has been my Guide?

Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,

Here by faith in Him to dwell!

For I know, whate’er befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well;

For I know, whate’er befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,

Cheers each winding path I tread;

Gives me grace for every trial,

Feeds me with the living Bread.

Though my weary steps may falter,

And my soul athirst may be,

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! A spring of joy I see;

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me

O the fullness of His love!

Perfect rest to me is promised

In my Father’s house above.

When my spirit, clothed immortal,

Wings its flight to realms of day

This my song through endless ages—

Jesus led me all the way;

This my song through endless ages—

Jesus led me all the way.

Abba Father, 

     I don't really know how to tell you how much I am in awe of You, and what you continue to do in and around those around me. You are worth to be praised and worshiped. Thank you Lord for every good and perfect gift you have given and will give. I pray that this new year that's sprawled out before me all fresh and without grief or even joy be filled with You.  Protect my heart so that I can be a venue for your glory everyday and every hour, and Father I ask that every step I take be lead by you. If your not leading... I am not moving.. and that might be hard so remind me, Father, that it will be all worth it. I''m trusting you. amen.