Archive for July, 2010

Last Day of July

July 31, 2010

I am missing home today, with a dear friend’s birthday this week and the annual homeschool conference.  We are in central Tennessee and should be in Memphis by tomorrow evening.  Then, Monday, we will be on the road (I think we’re on the road every time our anniversary rolls around!) for much of the day as we hope to make it to northern Arkansas by evening.  If there is time in Mountain Home, the children will play a few songs in the open square before we move further west.  Please pray for safety as we travel, and for good health as three of the children are again down with colds.  Please pray that we can upgrade our little traveling home soon to get into a healthier trailer!

Called to be Faithful

July 27, 2010

Today’s guiding thought:  “God doesn’t call us to be successful; God calls us to be faithful.”  (Dr. Boutwell) 

Being faithful means listening to the still, small voice of God directing us what to do;  being faithful means choosing to be completely satisfied with God wherever He leads us.

Blest Be the Ties that Bind

July 23, 2010

Thank-you for continuing to pray for us.  We are all well again, and are full of enthusiasm for the days ahead.  Tonight we are in Fairhope, (close to Mobile), and we’ll be on our way before 9 tomorrow morning, with a stop in Montgomery and overnight close to Birmingham.

Blest be the ties that bind our hearts in Christian love; the fellowship of kindred minds is like to that above.”

“The Lord Our God who is going before us”

July 22, 2010

Thank-you for your prayers!  By nightfall, we had three with significant fevers and sore throats, but they were game to drive and so we made it as far as Lafayette, though not as far as Baton Rouge.  We will try to make it to Mobile today.  Our goal is to get to Birmingham by Saturday in order to be there for church on Sunday.

Much answered prayer with a blown-out tire the day before yesterday:  we have new tires on the vehicle, (a generous gift from dear friends in California), and had a sidewall pop in the midst of fast-moving traffic on the freeway. Todd wrestled the vehicle to the side of the road  where we unloaded instruments and bags to reach the spare tire. It was a good time of teamwork.   When we stopped for the night, there was a Discount Tire shop within a mile, AND they gave us a free replacement tire.

En Route to Baton Rouge

July 21, 2010

If the children are well enough to travel (the two oldest have high fevers), we hope to arrive in Baton Rouge by evening.  Please pray for safe travels and a return to good health.  Also please pray for wisdom as we put together a message for Christian colleges.

Birthday Girl

July 10, 2010

Emmy-Anna turns 17 today!

seeking to be a young woman with a quiet heart, and a playful spirit…

Goodbye Sono Harris

July 5, 2010

We, who homeschooled in the 1980’s, when there were few books and fewer mentors, remember with gratitude the teaching and example of Greg and Sono Harris.  I cannot imagine life in the Harris household with Sono gone to be with Jesus. On her son’s blog,, there is a poem submitted by a reader (Sherly Giglio) which I want to share with you because of the precious perspective it lends to Sono’s departure on the 4th of July:

          I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says;
“There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
“Here she comes!”
And that is dying.

Henry Van Dyke (American short-story Writer, Poet and Essayist, 1852-1933)