Too Many Titles

I have been reading an array of books lately. The titles range from Jane Eyre to the Northern and Southern Dynasties of China, and many in between. Normally, I would say that it's a good thing to read many "subjects" but as of right now there are too many under the same subject. I need to finish this "group". The past couple of days I have poured more of my time into the Mortification of Sin, by John Owen--very good book. I believe it has been one of the most "transforming" books I have ever read. Over and over, with the turn of each page, I am challenged. I will write more about it when I'm finished. If you have nothing to read, or even if you're reading a million other things, like myself, than you should check it out.

John Owen

I like where it tells of his conviction. I wish that didn't seem abnormal and that it was a common occurrence in my own walk with God.
About John Owen
Owen was by common consent the weightiest Puritan theologian, and many would bracket him with Jonathan Edwards as one of the greatest Reformed theologians of all time. Born in 1616, he entered Queen's College, Oxford, at the age of twelve and secured his M.A. in 1635, when he was nineteen. In his early twenties, conviction of sin threw him into such turmoil that for three months he could scarcely utter a coherent word on anything; but slowly he learned to trust Christ, and so found peace. In 1637 he became a pastor; in the 1640s he was chaplain to Oliver Cromwell, and in 1651 he was made Dean of Christ Church, Oxford's largest college. In 1652 he was given the additional post of Vice-Chancellor of the University, which he then reorganized with conspicuous success. After 1660 he led the Independents through the bitter years of persecution till his death in 1683. (by J.I. Packer)

Week 2 of Journey

We made it to Alabama, and to the Kaitlyn's wedding. It was a lot of fun and very sweet. If I had pictures I would post them, but . . . I do not.

The rehearsal dinner was at a pub called "the Pub". It was at "the Pub" that my brothers found their love for crab claws. I didn't eat any, but I did eat something with spinach in it (that was brave) and found it to be rather tasteful.
At the moment I am babysitting my dear siblings. Dozier (two year old) is bordering on eat a whole box of cereal, and keeps turning the light off. (I am a fan of lights-lots of lights). I am watching one of the Christy movies of which I have never been tagged as a fan. I have come to the conclusion that I don't mind the series as a whole, but I most assuredly do not care for the ending. It is sad, depressing, and doesn't turn out the way I want it to. I have found that I can watch them, avoid the last one, and be okay. I think I have just labeled myself as a dork.
Side note: I have had to start over again on my knitted hat, but have sought advice on the subject and seem to be on the right track.

Can You Say "Road Trip"?

I am currently riding down the road, it's name I do not know, in Indiana. Our first stop will be in Kentucky, then on to Alabama. Other than feeling a bit car sick from staring at the computer screen, everything is going great! We have stopped for bathroom breaks around 60-70 times--patience is a virtue--and have helped a two year old use his training potty thing in the car (he has done a fairly nice job). Last stop we made, Price, my 10 year old brother, had use the bathroom so bad that he went into the women's restroom because the men's was "occupied".

I am switching between Bronte and Austen, one brother is reading Brisinger (sp?), and another Chronicles of Narnia, another playing with an action figure and making strange noises to go with it, and last . . . the other is pleading to get down out of his car seat. And since sodas are a NO NO, we have overdosed on flavored water and Sun-Chips . . . although we did splurge on some Doritos. Well, that is pretty much the run-dow . .

Hear Us From Heaven

I've listened to this song many times, but today was the first time I actually paid attention to it's full meaning. It's message is no less than the message of revival. I added the video at the bottom of this page- it is the one that looks like CD cover with a door on it. Here are the lyrics:

Verse I Lord hear our cry Come heal our land Breathe life into these Dry and thirsty souls

Verse II Lord hear our prayer Forgive our sins And as we call on Your name Would make this a place of Your glory to dwell

Verse III Open the blind eyes Unlock the deaf ears Come to Your people As we draw near Hear us from heaven And touch our generation We are Your people Crying out in desperation

Knitting

Nihao! I recently learned to knit, but could only make something VERY simple (a scarf or a dish towel), so . . . I decided that I wanted to make a "chunky beret". A friend of mine sent me a site that had a pattern, but I quickly learned that it was a rather complex process (for me). Everything has initials which forces you to then Google the terms, find an easy Youtube video that explains it well, and then put it all together. I am now on my third or fourth try! This hat is making me crazy!!!! Last night I started one, but didn't use a pattern and ended up causing it to have a eternal twist. If I actually can complete one, and am not completely mortified over how it looks, then I will post a pic of it. Hopefully it won't terribly scare anyone. . .

Side note: That hat in the picture is what I hope to achieve.

"I'm Still Alive"

Well, No one died from the gas leak! And, as it turns out, there was no actual propane in the house, it was the odor stuff they put in the propane. Our tank was empty (unbeknown to us) and was sucking the smell out of the empty tank into the house. It's actually rather funny because we left all of our lights on that night when we left because when my parents were looking up the precautions to take when you have a gas leak it said not to turn lights on or off, and not to unplug anything. Of course, we unplugged our computer charger, hence the ability to write the post from that night. It was rather sad that it happened that particular night because I had just gotten home from Barnes & Noble with a book (which ended up costing waaay more than I thought it was) on the history of the Northern and Southern empires of China, and a Mandarin language kit. I was all ready to get down to business when I heard my Mom telling the boys that "Daddy is going to take care of it.", then she turns off the heater. First of all, I had been smelling something most of that day and thought it to be a dead mouse or something, so when I heard all of the commotion and bits and pieces of the conversation . . . it pretty much freaked me out. Anyway, we are safe! Praise the Lord! It's good to be in your house without the smell of propane . . .