Sunday, July 8, 2007

7's on 8

Today, the 8th, I am writing about yesterday, the 7th. Yesterday morning I met a friend at 7:00 a.m. for a long walk. It was overcast, humid and 70 degrees. So, for a moment in time, it was 70 degrees at 7 minutes , 7 seconds after 7:00 on 07.07.07! That's pretty cool.

But the best thing about 07.07.07 was that the only daughter of dear friends was married. What blessed celebrations are weddings! What pictures of the promises in Christ and His covenant. May God bless richly the unified lives of these two children of His.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Like The Dew of Hermon!

"Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity.
It is like the precious oil on the head,
Running down on the beard,
On the beard of Aaron,
Running down on the collar of his robes!
It is like the dew of Hermon,
Which falls on the mountains of Zion!
For there the Lord has commanded the blessing,
Life forevermore."

It is one of my great blessings, privileges, and joys to work with the group of people that comprise the Board of Trustees at Franklin Classical School. The unity of vision and purpose, together with all the diverse giftings and abilities, causes me to rejoice every time we come together to work. My body may be tired after those meetings, but my heart and spirit are full of joy and soaring with thankfulness to God, our Father, for the work he is doing in the school and in each of our lives. Sola Deo Gloria!

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Baby Boy

What could be better than a new Pony Boy? A new Baby Boy! Far better, actually. We learned today that the grandchild who will be making an appearance in September is a boy - another boy! So, young Gilbert Kirk will have a brother to rolick and tumble with, to fight and to laugh with, to be a BOY with! What a blessing, what a gift. We can't wait to welcome you, Patrick Hiram.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Pony Boy

13 years ago, I bought a small Shetland brown and white pinto pony for Justin and Katie. Katie was 6, Justin was 8, and the pony was 7. His name was Hurricane Hugo. He had come from Florida and was born the same year as his namesake hurricane. No hurricane he, he was instead as good as gold. Katie and Hugo became quite a famous tiny pair at area shows, fearlessly jumping and going where tiny pony pairs feared to tread. I trained him to drive, and then I could enjoy him as well. We took him to birthday parties and he calmly withstood camera flashes going off in his face, frantic mothers, and children who would crawl under his belly when I wasn't looking.

But, one day Katie outgrew him, and I was more interesting in riding than driving. So, rather than ever sell him, I free-leased him to a friend with two toddler girls. They could use him to learn to ride, to go to shows, drive in parades, and even do more birthday parties - and someday I would get him back when they were done. And I could drive him and put my grandchildren up on him. Well, in 6 days Hugo comes home - bringing his cart and harness behind him. Katie is now 19, Justin is 21, Hugo is 20, and I won't say how old I am. Once again, we will have a pony to play with. I guess you are never too old to want a pony!

Pony boy, Pony boy,
Won't you be my Pony boy?
Don't say 'no',
Off we go,
Ride along with me!
Giddy-up, giddy-up,
Giddy-up, whoa!
My Pony Boy!

Sunday, April 1, 2007

April Fool For Sure

It is entirely appropriate that I begin blogging on April Fool's Day because I feel quite like a bumbler when it comes to getting acquainted with the blogosphere. At least my own planet in the blogosphere. But, nevertheless, here I am. This may even look like something someday.