How about a great verse for the cupboard over your kitchen sink, or the mirror in your bathroom, or taped right in front of your speedometer? (You pick; here’s the verse:)
When my anxious thoughts multiply with in me, Your consolations delight my soul. —psalm 94.19
December 13.
This season always goes too quickly, in my estimation. It’s funny; I have memories of waiting for weeks and weeks for the big day when finally all of those presents under the tree would be fair game–whatever happened to all of those weeks? Could it be that they were swallowed up with adult responsibilities [...]
I’ve had questions without answers
I’ve known sorrow, I have known pain
But there’s one thing that I’ll cling to:
You are faithful, Jesus, Your true
When hope is lost, I’ll call you Saviour
When pain surrounds, Ill call you healer
When silence falls, You’ll be the song within my heart. –tim hughes< .i>
Jesus. How I need Him, more and [...]
Home.
Feels like I’ve been gone for a good portion of forever–and in reality, only two weeks or so. Portland, Cortland, Williamsburg… lots of miles, lots of sitting, but lots of memories.
My first Thanksgiving away. (Thanksgiving seems another lifetime gone by now. How do twinkly lights so quickly relegate the memory of turkey to the back [...]
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: 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.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.
GOOD read.
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An article by Randy Alcorn
