Love in Any Language

Love in Any Language, God help us to complete the meals for your project.

Band concert 2012

We dressed, as though we were going on a date. It was a date. A date with my favorite boughs. I can't remember a more exciting concert that I went to. Every child of mine whose concert I am able to attend, gives me chills and thrills. I remember the squeels and chills that rang down our necks in the beginning of this clarinet journey. Will he ever get past this squeekie season? Days ag

o, Emma {our dog} and I looked at eachother in front of the practicing protege and winked that we are glad to be able to sit in the same room now. It was real musical sounds coming from his clarinet. Delightful. Well, the concert was last night and I always imagine my Grandma Monica and adorned myself in makeup and some acrylic nails to remind myself of the significance of the day for me. Very little else is a documented ambition of mine for my children other than to enjoy the sense of concert with a group of others. A very similar feeling to the family life that we enjoy, but to a more tangible and appetizing end. Appetizing to me, who am satiated at the musical endeavors. He did his part. He is not a glutton for music, as his mother, but he appreciates it and that is all that I can ask from my artistically bent brood. I was delighted, Ben was impressed at the effort and Ezra soaks the enjoyments of these last little bears being reared in our den, with all of the sweetness of the youngest brother in the family. I think that youth is not wasted on the young;)

Frustration, Do I need tutoring.

Long talk with dad about the algebra grades.  I love my dad.  Mom.

25 Or 6-2-4

NOT IN THE MORNING--- We discussed this. I cannot deal with that music in the morning. What a nice funny time we had talking about the distractions of life and music. I was being funny and really didn't mean that you are not a preacher. You know that. You fellows make me laugh so hard sometimes with your thoroughly Biblical world view. I just have to inject some levity for you to see the balance. Reminders to keep our mind on the task is so much more important in Church than anywhere else. I keep telling you the story of my father who had no father to guide his conscience and his attentions. So many little boys grow up like that and you cannot imagine it. So I tell you of my dad to emphasize it. God loves their souls just as much and wants you to use some of your attention from father and grandfathers to share with those who have none of that. I hope that everytime you hear 25 or 6-2-4 you remember that.

Who is on the Lord's Side? Who is voting for LIFE?

Where were you this weekend, Ethan?

Haven't you any homework? No, I can't think of anything that I have to do, was the reply. Time and time again. Was it a slip of the tongue or of thought? Fully engaged in entertainment and time swept by you and Monday came as surely as it does each week. It was a lie that you and I both believed and now we must unravel the consequences, get to the truth and get the science homework completed and handed in. Punishment: No Wii for a month? We will see. Uh, Oh!

Mother, you are not on key!

I love the day when my children express that they hear my off notes. It means that they are not tone deaf, like their father. It was a great delight to hear your critique,this morning. You are learning to discern from a good music teacher and I hope that this discernment will do you good. I hope that you will blow your clarinet for God's glory. I hope that you will be severe on yourself to practice and make music for the glory of God. There is always praise and worship, in heaven. We are always preparing to meet the Lord and to worship Him in the knowledge of His infinite perfection. We won't have a choice to praise. His perfection will draw it out of us. Neither will we have a critical word for the fellow worshippers. We will all be perfectly tuned to sing God's praise. Flat or sharp is now our constant struggle. Where is the note? Where is the song? Those are the questions for time. Repetition seems tedious now, especially in the eighth grade. Why do we have to do the same thing over and over again? Why are we just repeating lessons and trying to get it just right? We are learning and growing and getting tuned to sing God's praise, on key, when we get there. Do you think I'll get on key, in time? :)