God moves in a Mysterious Way.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

It is amazing that we who have such stumbling feet should know a God who is perfect in His footsteps. The beauty of a perfectly marching army cannot out do the perfection of His steps. He designs and invents all of the things that we enjoy. The storms and the seas and the things that seem unreignable. He should have no problem reigning in our hearts. Sometimes, I think that my heart is the most unruly of His creation. How about you?

A Decade of Christmases!

This is the tenth Christmas that I celebrate with you, Son of my womb. You are a precious gift and each Christmas, I wish to give you the same joy in heart that you gave to me at being born. I am afraid that I cannot do that all I can do is plant the seed and hope that you realize that you are loved.

Today is the gift exchange?

You are looking forward to the gift exchange. You are so excited. Christmas brings out an amazing light in your eyes, that I do love to see. I am so glad that I didn't miss the excitement that you showed at the DARE graduation. You really reminded me of your father, the very first time I saw him deaconning at his church.
I had on my peach pleated skirt and I visited the church. I don't think that he saw that I was there. He was sitting in the front of the church and falling asleep, until the offering time. He was a junior deacon and it was his job to take up the collection. When he saw me, he stood just like you stood at the DARE graduation. His shoulders came up to his neck and his head went to the side, and I couldn't help but say, I wonder what happened to him? He was excited and his posture showed the excitement that was his. I almost did just the same thing that you did, when you saw me. Except, there were too many people who couldn't see, if I would have stood up to clap for you. I was so grateful to see you.
Attention is a wonderful light into the soul. Enjoy every minute of it!

Keppler or Sherlock? Sherlock or Shylock?

Johannes Keppler stated and it was reverberated in Sherlock Holmes, something to the effect that: The human mind could not think of anything but that it also cannot fetch. Yet we think not and we fetch not. The human mind like a dog travels hither and thither to fetch what has been introduced to it and given the tools to find it. The devil's work is to keep the human mind from grasping and reaching. In scripture the Lord said that it would not be kept from man to "even reach up to God" if they were to try with one language and so He divided the language that we would be forbidden from eating of the tree of life outside of the Grace of God. God is so good that He would not allow us to find that which would cause our souls to be trapped upon the earth without His resonnating Grace and Mercy in Christ.
God has given us these, all things richly to enjoy. He intends for them to be enjoyed inside of Christ. Those who use the Grace of God as a garment for the entrapment of others may be exempt and have to miss out on the promise, if they remain unrepentant. God will not allow us, who trust in Christ for wisdom and salvation to eat damnation upon our bodies or souls. Examine yourselves, He bids us to prove our love by our continual carrying our burdens to Him.
God killed off an entire generation and allowed them to miss the promise of entering into His rest. That is between a soul and God, as to whether their enslaving others' consciences in this world's eyes will be held against them. When He calls the mortgage on people, it is His ultimate sovereignty that does. God is the Sovereign of All and calls all who carry authority to do it in the light of His mercy!
To us belongs confusion and to God belongs the glory.

Pastor said, don't forget to take out the trash!

What a wonderful application to the things that we have to do in the house and in our souls. Read 2Chr 28,29 and 30 and see how the cleaning up of the temple lead to the joy of the Lord. It is the same in our houses. When we are preparing to celebrate it is truly a time to cleanse the leaven and the dirt and the mess out of our houses and our souls. Thankfulness and joy replaces the mess and grudges that we sometimes harbor. Halleluia for a season of cleansing and care. Take out the trash, my son.

"...true belief and true repentance, none but Zion's children know!"

Beware of Strange Ice, my boy!

Traditions that we pass on are the most stubborn bad habits to break. The things that we have taught you and shown you in our own bad habits are strange ice. God condemns that we should disobey Him in deference to our parents. Don't follow me, sonny, where I am not obeying the Word of God. Obey the Lord and scrutinize and listen to God even above Mommy. Love you precious.


The Word of God alone and not what mother teaches if it doesn't square with the Word of God. Pay attention and listen and respect but not so much that you get stuck in the ice of traditions that don't square.

What a good time we had in the store bantering around about the invention of electricity.

Benjamin Franklin did not invent electricity, God did. He discovered it's harnessing. I said that I think that he could have lost his life and that it really wasn't a wise thing to go flying a kite with a key in a lightning storm. That is progress, Mother, you insisted. That is the way the lightbulb was created and every other worthwhile thing. Something like that is worth the risk of life and limb, was your allusion. I understand and I agree, although I won't let you fly a kite with a key on it until you are, at least 11.

Who broke My SPOON?

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman...Giant MOMMY comes to find her Mr. Strong with 2 pieces of the spoon.
How, Mr. Strong is the dish going to run away with the spoon if you broke it? I broke the spoon Mommy. You are a very strong boy, my Ethan. I am glad that you feel comfortable to tell me such a thing. In my childhood lying was a matter of survival. Fear and torment breeds lying so many times. You cried, when you thought that your father would be "disappointed" in you. He could only be disappointed in what you have done and never in you. I am glad that your conscience is sensitive and that your heart and hands are strong.

I must say, though that you are starting a breaking motif in your life that we are trying to break. No more broken bones or spoons or hearts. Okay? If we do maybe there will be a wonderful Dr. Fricht, like your bone surgeon, to put everything back together, by the Grace of God.

Reminders for reminders when you are ten!

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Tie a string around your finger to remember that you must bring home your agenda. Don't forget your lunchbag, don't forget your folders. Too much to think about. We never forget certain things and certain things we never remember. What is a decade old boy to do?
We had a parent teacher conference and I appreciated hearing about your antics from your teachers. You are who you are and we love you and expect great things from you.

OOOPS! almost broke your glasses again

Those glasses are so delicate for a growing boy. I heard the pop this morning when you were putting the items into your backpack and everything stopped. NOOOOO! Not your good glasses! You gave them to me and I was able to pop them back into place. Thank God for small mercies. We do have another pair, but I was not ready to go into the repair and replace the glasses season with you again. We can see. We can keep these glasses for an entire school year, I think. Maybe. :) You are fun to watch getting ready for school.

Yesterday's message was from 2 Kings...

Josiah was 8 when he came to the throne. We are not too young to seek the Lord wherever we are. 10 is not too young to be a godly young man. You govern yourself and God will bless you with more to govern. Let's look at Josiah together. God placed him in front of us through the preaching. It is up to us what we do with Josiah's lessons.
God is good and He has a wonderful plan for your life.

I want to be an SAT,

I want to be a pirate, I want to be a doctor and I want to go on a diet, I want to do alot of things except what's right before me. I want to climb a mountain and take care of angel's wings. Don't want to do what's outside your range until you've done the firsts. Want to finish what you start and want to do your best. What do I want to do? you ask yourself and look inside yourself. I want to be the best at what is right in front of me. I want to love my brothers and sisters with everything I am. I want to respect my teachers and care about my proximities. Want to do and be what you have and are and am. You will find that you will be happier than reaching for the sand.

Take care of those teeth!

Everyday, there are health disciplines that you must complete! Everyday! Wisdom demands that you make a habit of caring for the parts of the body that God has blessed you with! Start checking in on your health for yourself and you will have fewer complaints from your mother. You have adult teeth that will thank you! You have internal organs that you can't see that will thank you for the care that you take of them. Care means Brushing! Take your time! Brush your teeth! Cut back on the candy. Drink water!
I love you!

Don't forget your glasses!

I don't have my glasses on, but you better get yours on before school.
Wasn't it wonderful to see your father graduate from his class. We were so very proud of him and you were right there to show him how much you care. It is a good son that shows his father that he is proud of him. I love you. Keep up the good work

The Really Bad, very sad absolutely horrible dream

YOu are not allowed to die in your dreams! Would you wake up already? You ate a bug? You turned black in your dream? It was horrible hearing about it? Bad dreams are bad and sad. We would never even want to think about that. Still, you are here and we are dealing with it. God bless your day. God grant you peace and sweet relief from those griefs. He promises strength for today and hope for tomorrow, even when you are 10!

Rebuke is more effective for a wise man Than a hundred blows on a fool.

Pr 17;10.

· Rebuke is more effective for a wise man Than a hundred blows on a fool.

Who is the wise son? The son that is not ashamed to own that he is a sinner in front of the congregation. The son who will accept Christ whenever and wherever He is offered. Accepting Jesus.Confessing and repenting of sin, everywhere and at all times, is a good sign of submission to Christ. As long as it is not the fear of man, which brings a snare. God will try the fear of man, on all points to show us where we are.

What is 9x5?

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What, Oh what is nine times five? Where o where is 8 times 3? Do you know how 6 was divided by 2? Will you know just what to do? When summer is over and your brain must take shape. When you head into fifth grade and have to think and do. Plutification, amblimination, number elimision and super poketision. Did I learn anything last year in school? I don't remember?

I had a real hole in my brain for 9x5. I couldn't recall I couldn't remember and time after time they would ask and I would say. 42? 41? could it be? is it 50? NO! Get down and do 10 and 10 and 10 and again and again. I couldn't ever remember. Dad would look me straight in the eye and ask again and again and he thought that I was mocking him, because I knew so much else. But no. I really couldn't guess. I couldn't count on my fingers fast enough. My mind would never get it right. It was a real mental block. It must've taken an entire night to get it through my thick skull. And when I turned 45 I got it.
It was a meeting place for us.
A number we would always feel a kinship for; a know cause, now, in heaven, he knows that I wasn't mocking.
He was right to press and I was right to tell him I didn't know; cause I didn't know.
There was a moment where I felt that we both understood.
I was just stupid, see.
I was just simple minded and the mind is not for cramming junk in.
The mind is for molding.
Where we ere and forgive,
God leaves us there to work it out, you see.
Cause one day years and years and years, the time will come, when we will see eye to eye or spirit to soul or whatever people do, when they realize that they loved eachother and hated eachother, too. And now forgive and grow and give eachother what we've got.
No more beatings no more pushups and 9x5 is....
important? Yep!

Lesson 2 in Monopoly, A fool and his money...

I realize that you did beat the socks off your sister. But, I am quite concerned that you felt that you had to jump in there and buy everything right off the bat. You bought everything. You didn't take time to think about what you bought or plan. My dad used to say to us all the time, "a fool and his money will soon be parted". This was supposed to slow us down from irrational spending of the dollar or quarter that we had received. Which is better, to buy a blow pop or a yoyo? It didn't matter, we never saw money anyhow. So, whether to save for a yoyo or eat the blow pop now, you had your thrill in having the money. Enjoy your monopoly season and think, next time before you spend.:)

Lesson 1 from Monopoly-$500=3 hundred dollar bills,2 fifties and 10 tens.

I forgot to teach you how to make change? You and Eva are having a great time. I never realized that you guys didn't know what change was. You looked at it as getting money back and wouldn't change each other's money for anything. Maybe we can do what mommy and daddy do? Give more than it costs and get money back? Making change is what we all have to do. I like how you launched out and bought whatever you landed on in game one. You didn't let big sis intimidate you. Her style was to keep her precious $500 dollar bill crisp and untouched, as though she couldn't buy anything. What is $500-$360=? That will be the question for the rest of you guys' lives. Making change is very important. Please don't give up because you never really see money.

Blowin' out the candles, Now I'm 10!

Now back to "Today"

10 years old! Ten years ago today, we didn’t know who you were. 10 years ago today, you were a mystery. The sweetness of your smile. The Funny things you say and do. What a bright boy, you have begun. We used to read together, When we were…6,7,8,9 Now you are 10, 10, 10. A decade years old. This, first decade was a whopper. You jumped on the scene with all of the power and strength of every other Walker man that I have ever known. Grandma Ruth smiled ever so wide to see your little face. Grandpa Bob and My Dad were 60 and 80 years, your senior, almost to the day. You were wished for. Exactly one year earlier, I saw cousin Ton,Ton and I kissed him and said, Oh my, oh my I want another one and you were more than I ever imagined that day. What a wish! Take me half way across the sky. You have stretched me past my wildest dreams in having and knowing you and seeing your tremendous contribution to the family. I do expect great things from you! We were waiting, we were watching, you surprised us, by your comforting,. It was lonely, only 4 of themJ We were looking for someone special to love and God reached inside and sent us you. He did , Took us halfway, across the sky, Out where the hope is growing, we keep knowing why. God is in charge. He gave us you. The precious picture of his love is here in view. You’re impulsive and considerate, You are helpful and sometimes obstinate, We can trust you with responsibilities, We see that you are the boy, we know is filling our hearts with love and precious peace. Take me half way across the sky, You stretched my wildest dreams of only you and I We went halfway across the sky, To catch a glimpse of God’s love beaming from your eyes.

Whew, we made it another great year!

Ode to Indiana Squirrel

10 years old!
Ten years ago today, we didn’t know who you were.
10 years ago today, you were a mystery.
The sweetness of your smile.
The Funny things you say and do.
What a bright boy, you have become.
We used to read together, When we were…6,7,8,9
Now you are 10, 10, 10.
A decade years old.
This, first decade was a whopper.
You jumped on the scene with all of the power and strength of every other Walker man that I have ever known.
Grandma Ruth smiled ever so wide to see your little face. Grandpa Bob and My Dad were 60 and 80 years, your senior, almost to the day.
You were wished for. Exactly one year earlier, I saw cousin Ton,Ton and I kissed him and said, Oh my, oh my I want another one and you were more than I ever imagined that day. What a wish!
Take me half way across the sky. You have stretched me past my wildest dreams in having and knowing you and seeing your tremendous contribution to the family.
I do expect great things from you!

We were waiting, we were watching, you surprised us,
by your comforting,.
It was lonely, only 4 of themJ We were looking for someone special to love and God reached inside and sent us you. He did ,
Took us halfway, across the sky, Out where the hope is growing, we keep knowing why.
God is in charge. He gave us you. The precious picture of his love is here in view.

You’re impulsive and considerate,
You are helpful and sometimes obstinate,
We can trust you with responsibilities,
We see that you are the boy, we know is filling our hearts with love and precious peace.

Take me half way across the sky, You stretched my wildest dreams of only you and I
We went halfway across the sky, To catch a glimpse of God’s love beaming from your eyes.
Ode to Indiana Squirrel

8 Days to Ten!

I love you! We want to show how much we care. Oooh I know your birthday's coming very soon. I hope we can show you on your birthday, just how much we love you. Hugs and kisses balloons and brothers and sisses. We can't wait till your birthday 8 days to Ten!

struck GOLD! Trip to the Gold mine with his class.

!Special Day!****Special Ethan Coverage************Special***********Olympics*************

Ethan's class and their special "buddies" in the special ed class were invited to attend the Special Olympics. It was such a great day. Under the overcast skies and the chill that was in the air, these athletes tackled fears and competed against the limitations of themselves and others. Ethans buddy won a medal and there were other activities after the events were finished. We took movies of the other activities that we participated in and we got so many special treats, out there.
They lit the torch and prayed and had a puppet show and then, the games began. The motto was, Let me win, but if I can't win, let me be brave in the effort. There were so many brave athletes, we couldn't count them. Lots and lots of medals and smiles and Ethan acted as cameraman for alot of the races. We had a fabulous time!

A Resurrection week, spiritual retreat with Dad.

Alone at last, just for once you have him all to yourself. You are the only one brave enough to have gone to Maryland with Dad to pick up the car. Enjoy yourself and bring home every story that you can...

The studies about Jacob have proven profitable

to our souls, you and me, son. We are learning that God has regard for the second son as well as the first. It is about seeking Him and not place or station. I am grateful for your persistence in study! Lent is nearly over now and we are remembering that our sins are forgiven in Christ, Halleluia.

Report Card Day!

I love it, It is colorful and distinguished and no F's. My son, My son, My son, keep hanging in there with your grades. You are headed in the right direction. I am trying to get chapter 2 to you as soon as I can, Mr. Publisher.

Once upon a Time in the land of sugar cubes

lived a froggy king named Zargon. Zargon lived in a sugar cube castle with his wife, Zalmuzzia and his 25 pollywogs lived in the mote outside the castle. The pollywogs would oneday inhabit the castle, but they had to receive their landlegs, as they called it. So, during this season it was only Zargon and Zalmuzzia, who lived in the castle together.

They would hire a great many frogs and toads to take care of the grounds and their needs, so that they could attend to their pollywogs. They were the educators and caretakers of the pollywogs and were convinced that a happy and productive set of pollywogs would be a happy and productive new generation.

What they did, was akin to doting on the pollywogs. Zalmuzzia would catch the flies in her special fly catching net and daily cook them to perfection, before serving them in creative and health conscious dishes at the table just outside her kitchen door. The pollywogs were kept fit by a personal coach, who forced, continued lapswimming and water leaping, upon them and kept tabs of the calorie content of each of Zalmuzzia's meals; to ensure that health was, first and foremost, the consideration at the kitchen table.

The life and times of the Sugar Cube Castle

Today, the sugar cube Castle comes home.

Even though, my Ethy is down for the count, at the moment; the sugar must be picked up and taken home. Lots of labor from himself and everyone in the family made this the sugarcube castle we will always remember. There was even a guest appearance from Uncle Elijah to top off the significance of the sugarcube castle. We must take our last pictures and find a sugar cube home for this RonChamp of the 4th grade. He is a love, that Ethy and his castle cannot stay here. We will have to dig a hole and, shhhh. We will cross that bridge when we come to it. :)

The St. Paddy's Day parade in your bloodstream

The fever +100 degrees and a warm boy has been the evidence of the St. Paddy's day flu this year. You are home today and you're sick. Watching the tv and dreaming of school. The balloons of illness and heat are running through your bloodstream. 5th Avenue have nothing on you this year. You are alive with sickness and we will nurse you back to health my son. Enjoy your math and Kipling and tv because soon you will be back to the grindstone.

Rainy Day Revels in Beverly Cleary books

We started the day giggling at Jack Prelutzky and the antics of Ramona and the characters. Tis limerick season, but we haven't taken in hand to pen one down for the historicity of our family. We enjoy the rain together with a good set of books and vocabulary building doesn't seem such a chore when Jack and Beverly have put them in such beautiful contexts.

I love being mom to the nine year old.

Waking up to the last day of work at the sugar cube castle

Last night when we went to bed the castle was still in the wall building stage and when we woke up. The gremlin of Peter Cooper had come, in the night and developed it into a real live Rennaissance Castle. This is the reading project for my Ethan and he worked so hard on it. Dad helped and we are always grateful to the memory of Peter Cooper who lives in our house through that wonderful education at the Union!

The day of Geisler' clouds, makes me think

that we do get to go to heaven with what ever abilities that we develop on earth and that God has use for them.
Little dutchboy, don't forget to be diligent in your building. As I watch the development of your sugarcube castle, I am reminded that the mind and the hands are building their skills at your age and that these will be the skills that build the world of the future. Do it all to the glory of God and don't forget to take into consideration the sheer factor. The wind will blow and the rain will fall and if you have studied structures, you will have taken the sheers into consideration and the building will be strong to hold up under many weights and much change. There is such a thing as math. There is such a thing as science and if we relegate those thinking sciences to the menial, the winds and the rains will catch us unprepared and we will not be able to get up...

This is the season for Beverly Cleary and Jack Prelinsky.

We have had such fun entering into the reading times with eachother. Enjoying the sillyness of Henry Huggins and Ramona Quimby and the other silly things which make up the 9 year old reading pastimes. Sometimes 5 or ten minutes of reading put a giggle in my mind all day. Just imagining the silly things that happened with Beezus and her sister. Thanks, son, for sharing that with me.

Let's not be like Esau...

Pastor preached and it gave Ethy and I the opportunity to talk about the difference between Jacob and Esau, more than the fact that he was the second brother. Which Ethy was delighted to be like him in being the second. But to be like him in "begging a blessing!" was the issue that we were talking about. Jacob knew each of his many sons and knew that God didn't bless him because he was any better than his brother. He had met God and to the end of his days he spoke to his children about the God with whom he had wrestled a blessing. He had the foresight to pray for the Egyptian grandsons and pray God's richest blessings on them and prayed for them not to be left behind in the rapture of the people of God out of Egypt and God was merciful to remember them, inspite of themselves also. Christ was the reason for their salvation and Christ was the reason for Jacob's salvation. There will come a Saviour out of your loins Jacob without whom you couldn't have access to God. He learned this through the wrestling and through the limp which he endured throughout his life. Ethy and I had some laughter at looking at that supplanter and how he was still "begging a blessing," in his aged life. Keep begging a blessing Ethy. Don't take it for granted that you were born into a God-fearing family.

What does this look mean?

It means you are angry? was the answer from my happy Ethan. Everytime I look you in the eye it means I am angry to you? No, just that look...
What is a mother to do when her every look means she is angry? Confess and repent and change your behavior, was the reproof of the nine year old.



Last night, he said, when we raise our hands in worship it is somewhat to God, but it is mostly for us, so that he would pick us up, isn't it mommy? He was somewhat pining that he is not as small to be carried on Dad's shoulders, like baby brother and recounting the wonder of being in the worship of God with His people on His Day. The Lord is my shepherd, I can raise my hands in worship and know that He can always put me on the shoulders even at 9 and even at 47. God is good. Worship is to God and for us.
If the end of my parenting means that my children are learning to lean upon the Lord and that the limitations of Mommy and Daddy are not limitations to God, I will be glad. I can't always be happy with you, Ethan, but I can always love you.

He will guide me with His eye and afterward receive me to glory...

Come, Lord Jesus!

I'd rather be a doorkeeper...

In the house of the Lord. I would rather clean the closet, under the authority of my father than to live under the submission to the devil and the world. What I am learning, is the motivation presented to me and the order developed by over 100 years of living of my parents and their parents, by cleaning up under their authority. I am learning honor to my father. I am learning that chaos can accumulate and then be tamed under the hand of the authority of the father. I am learning how to take authority over the principalities and powers of this world. I am learning to take up the mantle of my father and walk in the authority of the God of my father.
Thank you, for doing such a good job on the closet, my boy.

Who paid you to think?

One of the worst things that we have done to our society is taken the freedom to think and given it only to those who have means. God says that the poor will be rich in faith. There is thinking to faith. Think, my boy! Think and when you are done thinking....DO!
Just because you haven't the means is no reason not to dream. That is what I love about the Walker spirit. They dream and go in their minds, with or without the means. Follow suit. Don't let the older children relegate you to have no say in the items of decision for yourself and for others. Be a good follower, surely, but not because you can't think, because you do think!

Searching for the snack bag

We looked, we looked, but we just couldn't find the new and precious snack bag. It is really nice to have something that makes you just like the other children in the class. It is so wonderful to have something that evens us all out. Some of us have never had something that makes us similar to the others. It is brilliant, that a brown paper bag makes everybody's snack special to them in the 4th grade. Hats off to the teacher who thought of that. Uniforms did that for me when I was a child. I didn't ever have high heeled shoes and I didn't ever have a silk shirt in school years but a uniform, I had and that made all of us the same. They could be rich and I could be poor, but we were dressed somewhat the same. I only had one uniform and I don't remember washing my uniform too often, so it must've had a not nice smell. But we looked the same. The snack looks the same and that is what makes it special for us to have what everybody else has. I don't have special stuff, unless somebody gives it to us. I am very thankful, but put it in the brown bag and I am the same as the other children. Thank God!

Spellabration!

Reading and riting and rithmatic, all to the tune of the hickory stick. Now that we have subtracted the hickory stick from the process, it is alot harder to engage the mind in the process. In the hickory stick is the deliverance of the soul from hell says the Bible and in the lack of the hickory stick many a heresy has abode and prospered. Beware of the lessons that cost you nuttin!

The First fellow dressed and ready for the new school year!

Congratulations, Ethan. You were the first one dressed and ready for the day. Superb, except for the bath. I backed you up to pick up the pieces. First things first. Happy boy. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise. You are wise to have put out your clothes early and gotten out at a good time. You are growing to be quite a responsible young man. I am proud of what happened today. Keep up the good work.

The first trip to the basketball game with Dad!

Shhh, don't tell Ezra. The men went to the UNCC and watched a game together to culminate the mens retreat over the Christmas break. They were dressed in their caps and warmth and went to the game where the Long Island Blackbirds played the Charlotte 49ers. The boys, I mean men came back rejuvenated and equipped to serve in the household. Everyday when they jump to palm the ceiling became visualized as they saw the men on the teams jumping alot higher and reaching the goal of dunking a ball into the hoop, for a prize at the end. It was fun to watch.