I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.
“Reading is a way to love God with our minds. In Matt. 22 the Savior is asked which is the greatest commandment in the law. He responds, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ i would submit we have given too little [...]
“‘Come ye after Me.’ —mark 1.17
If you will give God your right to yourself, He will make a holy experiment out of you.
God’s experiments always succeed.”
—oswald chambers
Sort of reminds me of,
“Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you entirely; and may your spirit and soul and body be preserved complete, without blame at [...]
I came across an interview with Elisabeth Elliot, wherein she eloquently expresses a thought I stumbled with earlier this week. It is this: God reveals enough about who He is for us to trust in what He does.
We know, for example, “that all things work together for good to them that love God” (Rom. 8:28). [...]
I love Christmas. I get excited by the end of September, and am already sad by December 18th–because it’s almost over. I just want to sing carols and cut cookies and light candles and shop for stockings and decorate some more. I love it.
But I always find that I lose track of the important date [...]
The electric candles in our windows are on timers. The automatic shut-off occurs at 11 pm each night… except for last night. One of the timers must be broken, because the little light was shining, yellow and warm, until 4 in the morning. I fell asleep staring at it, mesmerized by its glow, soaking in [...]
A new day.
Cold as ever, but clear, too. Pretty.
A list waiting faithfully on the counter, ready to remind my fuzzy head first thing about what the day demands.
Cookie dough waiting to be rolled. Logs waiting to be frosted.
The possibility of some little hands helping with the sprinkles this afternoon.
A floor showing signs of projects–too many [...]
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. Read more »My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I’m the oldest of 9 kids–and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They’re actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I’ve joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been “leaving-and-cleaving” for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you’ll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too–hundreds of them–should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I’m a stay at home mom who is redefining that title–I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil’ ol’ town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband’s encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, “He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,…”, and sometimes, that’s all a wife needs.
