Sun On The Run- in the morning.

Today, I had the blessing of a Greenway walk… all to myself. In brilliant, North Carolina sunshine. I walked hard, I walked slow, I even ran. And-

I turned my face up. I turned my face into the sun. Yellow sun, it warmed my face and I smiled…

Words came:

“I’ll wear the sun

On my legs that run

Sun on the run in the morning.”

Those words rising, etched within from many, many days on the couch and floor- curled up with little ones enjoying Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? by Nancy White Carlstrom

I smiled again. Jesse Bear, rising…

Unconsciously, subconsciously, they rose- adding their own sweet color to my morning walk. And I thought- I have to tell the children… share this memory- and they all- sans Little One (who has yet to experience Jesse Bear) will understand. They will know.

It has been a great delight to build a family culture through the literature we read and enjoy as a family. I remember the first time my heart caught in my throat with the joy of it all. We were out on a family walk in Pennsylvania… our boys were so very little… Little Boy was just a thought in the heart of God.  Wee Tenderheart looked up and wondered at the beautiful “sun colors” that were flooding the sky. “Sun colors”- his very own word creation.   I wish I could remember exactly what was said. I wasn’t blogging then- or even writing precious thoughts down all that much- and try as I might, try I search- back deep, deep in my memories… all I remember is “sun colors” and a little Nate gripping the side of the stroller and his wonder in God’s world.

There were other times- when I saw them interpreting their new and enlarging world through the lens of the beautiful books we were reading each day. A very young Tall Son called every weather vane he saw a “golden flying horse” because we read about them in Big, Red Barn all the time.  We all knew what we meant. We shared the joy together.  We still do.

Our Jesse Bear book is falling apart. I am looking to replace it for our newest treasure who will, Lord willing, have his little days, shaped by the beautiful thoughts we have all enjoyed over these many years.

I so enjoyed the “Sun on the run” this morning.

For another post with a hint of literature and family culture see here.



37 On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. John 7 


Words spill 





pulsing warmth  



being a wife and a mother is a holy, life-transforming,
mountain-moving calling…
There is no greater thing you can invest yourself in-
than purposefully raising children for God’s kingdom…



words coming 












James 5:16 says: Therefore confess your sins to one another and pray for one another that you may be healed.The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. 

Satan loves for us to stay in the dark, in ourselves, and try to fight our battles alone. But we can’t. We have to come into the Light. I really believe in the power of prayer to move things in our lives- to lift burdens and strengthen…to empower us…  
It’s me…I Am–


in need– 

Driven deep to knees and prayer…
I writhe
coiled tight_
it takes much
my face
and I come
to my knees…
it is not-
quiet fall





I preach–I preach 

to me… 

“Sink deep” in the Lord. Call upon Him and He will answer you and He will give you grace for 

every need. 

Seek in the Word for His plan for your life and His call for your days.


 I drink  




38Whoever believes in me,as the Scripture has said,’Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water. John 7  

to find myself 

once more 

to find myself 



to Truth 




to find  

His Glory 



thru my 


Reach down 



His Lover’s 





my soul 

pull up those 




slake thirst 





13Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14butwhoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” John 4  




The Things They Say: Asher part 1 and 2

Part 1

Heading across metal bridge during Greenway walk:

“Mom, why does it say, “Slow and Steady wins the race” ? I ran slow and steady and I lost.”

Mom thinks… how to explain the impulsive energy of the hair, the steady perseverance of the turtle… the dynamics of pacing yourself in a race… ??… looks to Dad for help.

Dad explains the short distance that he ran “slow and steady” versus if he ran slow and steady for the length of the whole Greenway.

This seems to satisfy him.

The things they say.

Part 2

I tell the children we are going to make “Vanishing Oatmeal Cookies.” I show them the recipe on the Quaker Oats container. We gather round. I set up two bowls. One for each group of children. Micah, Asher, and Jonah work together. Abi and Nate work together. Baby licks the “poon.” (With a hearty and endearing Mmmmm, I might add.) 

All goes well. Large mounds of dough are carefully placed on each tray. Children are promised cookies after they are dressed for bed, on Friday, Todd’s late night.

Asher sits down to table. Takes a large bite out of a soft, warm cookie.

He says, “Mmmmmm, Mom, they’re so good! (Mouth full of cookie) No wonder they’re called Vanishing Oatmeal cookies.”

He is my literal, logical child. We laughed.

Asher. The things they say.

Sweet Sunday

Back at church-all together after weeks away due to illness.

Blue-eyed boy presses cheek close against mine as I close my eyes as sing

(with all my heart),

“Where you lead me, I will follow- Where you lead me I will go…”

Sun peeking out once again, weather warming… mid 50’s- these are the

North Carolina

days I know.

Prepare as much dinner as possible- to be ready for possible Greenway walk.

On the Greenway again-

all together,

Borger races, little boy crashes, baby calling “Lady!” to every dog that strolls by,

air sweet…

hand in hand together with two brown-eyed boys listening to detail after detail of space battles and adventures and saga.

Greenway- finally- after months of being away. So sweet to walk and notice everything… rapids in the

 Little Tennessee

and Nate, with his imagination, describes braving the rapids to get his crew to Jamestown. (???)

Water handed round to all back at the car.

Tousled, flushed, and happy.

Days are growing longer.

We have weekends again.

Sunday Feasting:



Green Salad

Mashed Potatoes

Steamed Green Beans


Triple Layer Banana Fudge Cake! (Sweet Sunday)



The Local Church ~ A means of Grace

I was back at church today. Back after weeks- maybe even a month away due to family sickness. And I was reminded again- what a means of grace the local church truly is.

23Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful. 24And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, 25not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. Hebrews 10 ESV (italics mine)

There is something special about being gathered together to hear the preaching of the Word and worship the Lord. Some-One is there in a very special way- in and through His people.

20For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.” Matthew 18 ESV

I was so-freshly aware- of this today- having been away from fellowship for so long and in desperate need of grace. He did not disappoint. No indeed- it was, rather, water for the thirsty, bread for the hungry, light warming darkness…grace, grace, grace… for the receiving. And I, I turned up my face. I basked in His Light, I drank from the well, I fed on the bread… grace.

It was sweet to be in the corporate Presence of the Lord. It was sweet to be with the family of believers, read from the Word, drink from the cup… feel life that is found in God.

4 In him was life,and the life was the light of men. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1 ESV

– I am glad, glad to head into my week with this undergirding strengthening me.

This caused me to ponder- to be even more motivated-to organize my time for daily Bible reading and prayer. These are a means of grace, too.  I need all the grace I can get…


Biscuits ‘N’ Honey

These were a favorite recently… served hot with honey and/or margarine. A perfect winter time treat for the children.

Biscuits ‘N’ Honey

4 cups unbleached white all purpose flour
2 cups whole wheat flour
3 TB sugar
1 TB baking powder
1 tsp. salt
2 eggs, whipped
2 cups water
1 cup oil (we used wesson canola)

Preheat oven to 450 degrees

In large bowl mix together dry ingredients. Whip eggs with fork. Add to mixture. Add water and oil, Mix well. Knead with hands in bowl until a nice dough forms. Add a touch more flour if necessary.

Form into 2 inch biscuit sized patties and place on a baking sheet. This dough can also be rolled and cut out with cutters.

Bake in preheated 450 degree oven for 10-12 minutes or until the tops are golden brown. Serve hot with honey or margarine.

Yum! One of Asher’s favorites. 🙂

Jonah: The things they say

I am sitting in between.
Abi is on one side.
Jonah on the other.
We are schooling at the table.
Suddenly Abi offers:
“When I grow up, I’m going to be a Mommy and have babies.”
I give a gentle word about marrying and God’s will.
Next to me, sweet Jonah offers-
coming along in agreement with Abi and sharing a hope of his own:
“Yeah, and when I grow up, I’m going to be a Daddy and take off my thumb.”

I laugh. I question.
I realize. Todd has played with the children and is a very good illusionist at “taking off his thumb” and putting it back on.
This little one believes he (Todd) can really do it. And- to do it you have to be a Daddy.

Little Ones. The things they say.

Micah: The things they say

“No sword fighting.” I pronounce the words firmly. Clearly.
There can be no question.
The dual is forbidden for now.

A wail issues from the other room.
Little Boy rushes out, holding the side of his face. Big tears wetting even bigger blue eyes.
Streak of red raised high runs down his cheek.

I call the offender to come.
Tall Son appears.
“Were you sword fighting? Were you using a sword?” I demand sternly.
It was expressly prohibited.
“Mama Bear” has risen within, in response to small son’s hurt.
Tall Son answers
defense given
“It wasn’t a sword. It was a cudgel.”

“It” was actually a wrapping paper tube that has been used in prior battles. I guessed it morphed from sword to cudgel in this instance.
Once again– confounded me, slightly.
Definition of cudgel: a short, heavy club.

Boys. The things they say.

Valentine’s Day 2010

Late night evening…
cut hearts
one by one to cross the top of our glass doors.
Placing paper Valentines
made with care
by little ones…
one by one
each pile- equal height.

Glass door holds
an open red construction heart
one on each side
two banners
God is Love
each one above
the other.

Little Girl-
by Valentines
and hanging hearts…
all in pink
from head to toe
all of her own accord
chooses heart clasp
for her hair
to crown her
girlish loveliness.

Candles flicker red and white
as table set for tea.
Pink swirled strawberry cupcakes
with one
grace one side
valentine cut-outs
frosted, sprinkled red with care
hands both little and big-
at the other.

Tea cups out, napkins placed.
All are called to table.
1 John 4:7-12
and Robert Louis Stevenson
nourish ears
and souls.

Daddy joins and makes us laugh
brings manliness
to the

Sweets for the sweet…
each one
does eat…

Hugs and Kisses.
Love and laughter
fill home from hearth
to rafter.

Surpise comes later-
when dear one

All gather round our homely
crusty filled chicken, salad, green beans, applesauce, wedged seasoned potatoes
We feast in joy

Crusty Filled Chicken Breast

This wonderful main course was prepared by my love for a Valentine Suprise- De-Licious!!

Crusty Filled Chicken Breast
10 Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast
10 slices Hormel Natural Ham
3-4 cups crushed crackers or breadcrumbs(seasoned with garlic powder, onion powder, crushed basil)
3 eggs, 1/2 cup rice milk, 3 TB honey, whipped in a shallow dish
2 cups flour (fill a shallow dish).

Preheat Oven to 375 degrees.
Rinse chicken.
Slice chicken breast horizontally- do not go all the way through the chicken breast.
Open chicken up and dredge in flour.
Slice ham in half and place in middle of chicken. Fold chicken back up.
Dip chicken in egg mixture.
Roll chicken in bread crumbs.
Place on baking sheet.
Bake for 25 minutes.