George . . . Not Mueller

Ni hao! Or Nin hao if you are of the more formal population.

I am still reading the Mortification of Sin, hence the inability to write a review. Instead, I thought I would share a "funny" with you. Last Friday (Good Friday) my Dad was off work, and we had no school, so our whole family went to town to eat and do whatever else came into our heads that didn't include murder, and or robbery. We ended up at the mall's pet-shop (dangerous place to be). We looked around, gawked, oohed and ahead at the very expensive puppies, but came to the rabbit display. We held one, but quickly put it back because, quite honestly, he was bizarre and spastic. Then my Dad spots a small, but VERY fat on with floppy ears. We held him for a few minutes, and left the pet-store being his parents. We began the day calling him Clive after C.S. Lewis, but decided it just didn't fit, so now he is none other than George--named after George Mueller of course! Trust me, he looks like a George. All of that is not the funny part. He is also very fond of nibbling--borderline biting--fingers, available toes, and anything else he can fit his mouth on. Yesterday I suggested to Wise, my seven year old brother, that he should see if George would kiss him on the cheek. Surprisingly, he to my suggestion. I forgot about it until he screamed at the top of his lungs. Dear George bit his cheek. He had two little marks on his face (the size of George's teethe) that immediately began to swell and turned a ghastly shade of white . . . then purple. Is that crazy, or what!? Rabbits don't bite cheeks! Okay, Confucius says: don't allow your rabbit the freedom to be that close to your face. Hopefully George is just teething, like all babies must do, and will grow out of it. If not . . . well . . . I'm not sure what we will do.

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.