got rss?

Ryan has been continuing to build out the site, fleshing out the design and adding features. He’s just added a subscribe menu where you can access all the content of this site using Google Reader—or your RSS reader of choice. (Don’t know what I’m talking about? Take the tour of Google Reader.)

Here are some of the feeds we’re now offering:

My weblog (RSS 2.0)
Comments posted on my weblog (RSS 2.0)
Our Flickr photos (RSS 2.0)
All the links I post in the sidebar (via Del.icio.us) (RSS 2.0)

But wait, there’s more:

As you might know I also have weblog that I write with my mom and sisters called Mom and Us. Now you can subscribe right from here:

All our posts at Mom and Us (RSS 2.0)
The comments we receive at Mom and Us (RSS 2.0)

Hope that’s helpful! Stay tuned, there are more cool things we’re hoping to roll out when time permits. And as always, if you’ve got an idea or if you see something that looks like a browser issue (Internet Explorer especially) don’t assume we know about it. Speak up!

satisfied with abundance

Your lovingkindness, O LORD, extends to the heavens,
Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God;
Your judgments are like a great deep
O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God!
And the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.
They drink their fill of the abundance of Your house;
And You give them to drink of the river of Your delights.
For with You is the fountain of life;
In Your light we see light. psalm 36

loving :: (being a mama)

:: jameson

I love watching Jameson’s imagination grow and develop. I love that recently he’s discovered “train tracks” in the lines of our hardwood floors, the borders of the oriental rugs, the pattern of the kitchen’s linoleum. Suddenly, his train can choo-choo all over the house, unhindered by pesky things like wooden rails. (Of course, this means watching your step. Nothing like the feel of a small toy underfoot!)

:: william

I adore William’s chubby-cheeked profile when he sleeps. It’s perfect. Actually, he’s perfect. I confess: I kiss him and smoosh him and pinch him all. day. long. All day. And then I watch him grow. Suddenly, he grabs for toys. He talks at them. He arches his back when I’m taking him out of the car seat, in that, “Here, Mom, let me help ya out,” sort of way. He’s interacting with the world, with us, and it’s amazing. Wasn’t he just brand new? When did he have time to learn all of this??

I love, love, LOVE being a mom, because I LOVE these babes.

(How could anyone deny that we are masterpieces — every one — of a Great Artist? Surely every mother must know: this child was fashioned by God!)

loving ::

:: Tuna Curry

Ours was served on brown rice rather than millet. Just the same: yum. Simple, too. (And mine included 2x as much garlic, because that’s just the way I roll these days, and the generous amount of curry that Bri recommends, sauteed with the garlic and onion to boost the flavor.)

:: Gyo Fujikawa

Jameson got A Child’s Garden of Verses for Christmas, and I just love the illustrations. There are certain books that instantly bring me back to the wonder of childhood, when I would pore over the details of each picture, wanting so badly to be in the page. Fujikawa does it for me.

:: II Corinthians 9:8

“And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed.”

I know that’s about money, specifically, but a few days ago I read it on a morning when I was feeling pretty much on empty — but with a husband and children who need me to sow. He reminded me: He’s the God of never-ending oil, right?

I have no seed worth sowing without His grace, anyway.