beauty & strength & valor & wisdom...

Today in class we were reading a historical novel, and in it a baby dies leaving behind her big brother who is small enough to fit in a cradle, but just barely. Soon after, the father, who is a sailor, comes home with a baby found at sea. The children & circumstances & ideas were introduced into the story so quickly that we had to stop reading for a minute to sort it out. Here, Humphrey, the older brother, thinks that his father has brought home his baby sister, so I tried to explain this to the girls. You should have seen Hannah's eyes as she considered what I was saying; and you should have heard her unflinching, resolute response as she said, without hesitation, "And he can keep on thinking that."

 

a holy howl & a helping hand...

There is a reason for blogging. That said, I am almost there. In fact, I am quite there, but still acquiring the gumption, gumpf, and gusto needed for dynamic blogging. ^__^ Frankly, I haven't been writing much, partially due to a lack of inspiration, and partly due to lack of time, but mostly because I have been a little self-conscious about being so self conscious. Moving forward, I hope to overcome this perplexity and at least be a "hero of selfhood". If I am going to talk so much about my self and my life, let me be a hero to self and be a good example to myself, at least let us hope to be that. Speaking of heroes, my latest inspiration comes from two people, one tall and witty whose name starts with D, and one slender and pretty, a little shorter than me. The first impressed me twice this weekend when he freely offered his services, showing himself to be a perfect gentleman, and the second sang so sweetly in church, and in perfect harmony that I was totally blessed by this offering as well. Keep shining you precious little souls, and I will be there to notice.