The best prayers I have ever heard in our prayer meetings have been those which have been fullest of argument. Sometimes my soul has been fairly melted down where I have listened to the brethren who have come before God feeling the mercy to be really needed, and that they must have it, for they first pleaded with God to give it for this reason, and then for a second, and then for a third and then for a fourth and a fifth until they have awakened the fervency of the entire assembly.
|The living room|
|Here's my friend Shelley all alone painting around the door that leads to the garage.|
|"Hey, we're all done trimming this entryway, so let's go stand on the kitchen counter."|
|Jaime and Amy fit perfectly to do the top of the kitchen.|
|Ben put a sign on the door that said "I love moving!" I did not feel the same way around six hours later.|
|I'm not sure why, but all of our bed linens ended up in a pile in the driveway.|
|Notice Wayne in the foreground, a good ten feet away, hands firmly in pockets. |
He was not getting involved, and was not ashamed to say so. Smart.
|Proof that the hutch made it into the house. Then we could all breathe a sigh of relief.|
|Maddie drinking Gatorade. Moving is tough on 3 year olds.|
|hydrangeas, alstromeria, and waxflowers|
|Ahh, the top of the cabinet. A lovely tableau of green glass jars and my oversized Ball jar. So peaceful.|
|And in the other direction, the beverage station/buffet. |
Kinda makes you want to scream and pull your hair, right?
Quick, look back up above. Ahh, all better.
|Here's my teacup collection housed on the freshly polished hutch.|
I don't like that lamp sitting there, but it's not offensive.
|Now take a few steps back. This picture was taken a few days ago,|
and I tell you truly that the table looks WORSE and not better today.
Go back to thinking about the teacups.
|The library. A cohesive collection of commentaries. Everything is lined up. And there's that dumb|
stuffed turkey wearing a mortarboard that my husband refuses to discard. Everything is in its place.
|Except down here. Down here nothing is in its place and everything is very upsetting.|
When will I get to vacuum this rug? Maybe today?
Yes, he was a captain, but it was, you see, the first start of his college career. Cory had played a few minutes on the varsity as a freshman, never even scoring. But then, after that season, although he was only 18 years old, he suffered a major stroke. He was unable to walk for two weeks. His whole left side was paralyzed. He lost his memory, had seizures.Read or listen to the whole thing at When There's More to Winning Than Winning.