Your whole life you spend getting your kids ready for college. It always seems so far away when they are little. My second son is a junior in high school this year. Computer programming is where he thought he was going. He has played games for many years and then started to want to develop them. He began training himself how to program, which was not as easy as he thought. We bought this book for him called
C++ Primer and worked through about 4 chapters and then got stuck. Thats when I said I think we need to find someone with more training than myself. There is a computer programming course we are going to let him take with Keystone High School, it is distant learning programming for high school students. What he has decided this will be a side hobby as God has called him to do his word.
Visiting Washington College this weekend I think will be an eye opener. It really is only a year and half before going to college. Oh, where have the years gone...
Recently visiting in California with my cousins. One of them has a son that is also into computers and programming games. I was able to have conversation with this young man. It is amazing you can have two people within the same family so much alike. I am sure not in everything they do is the same, but there are a lot of similarities. In time I hope the two of them can get together and share what they each know.
This is a quote from my Bible:
In my opinion, there are no coincidences. When we make Jesus Christ the Lord of our lives, the Lord orders everything that happens to us. Psalm 37:23-24 says, that when the Lord approves of a persons path, he makes that persons steps firm; even if the person stumbles, he won't fall because the Lord upholds him.
Quoted by Thelma Wells
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
The chapter has closed
The chapter has closed in this part of the book. Since, I have been home I have been going through pictures of the last 20 years. Lots of pictures and different phases in my families life. Returning to taking care of putting scrapbooks of life together. God has given me the courage to close a chapter but to open my to a new chapter. Its funny thinking of closing a chapter in your life. I have had a medical condition since I was about 15 years old. I did not allow this to give me an excuse to do less in life. Through the years and through my ups and downs I had people in my life who helped me through it. In the end God was the one who helped close that part of my life. To me it seems as though my eyes are fully open now. I now have to live fully for God, and what does he want from me in my life.
I am thankful for some people who have helped me in ways they don't even realize. Starting a blog and then slowly I began getting to know other people in the blog world. The Homesteader Life was the beginning and then I read his wifes blog and she opened up things.
http://reformedfarmerswife.blogspot.com/ The Reformed Farmers Wife shared a website sometime ago. www.visionforum.com I then placed an order for this womens ministry bible study called Spiritual Rest In the Life of a Woman by Yvonne Welch. The order did not come in before I left for California but was waiting for me when I returned home. What an eye opener, she talked about bitterness in her life and how it effected her. God used this ministry to get to me, what a blessing. Due to bad circumstances, bad things can happen to people. Having a seizure disorder all these years helped me see I too had to let go of ALL bitterness. Not some, but all. Then, when I saw this my eyes were opened, Thank You God. I came across this scripture the other morning, Psalm 40:1-4
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man
who makes the Lord his trust,
who does not look to the proud,
to those who turn aside to false gods.
I am thankful for some people who have helped me in ways they don't even realize. Starting a blog and then slowly I began getting to know other people in the blog world. The Homesteader Life was the beginning and then I read his wifes blog and she opened up things.
http://reformedfarmerswife.blogspot.com/ The Reformed Farmers Wife shared a website sometime ago. www.visionforum.com I then placed an order for this womens ministry bible study called Spiritual Rest In the Life of a Woman by Yvonne Welch. The order did not come in before I left for California but was waiting for me when I returned home. What an eye opener, she talked about bitterness in her life and how it effected her. God used this ministry to get to me, what a blessing. Due to bad circumstances, bad things can happen to people. Having a seizure disorder all these years helped me see I too had to let go of ALL bitterness. Not some, but all. Then, when I saw this my eyes were opened, Thank You God. I came across this scripture the other morning, Psalm 40:1-4
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man
who makes the Lord his trust,
who does not look to the proud,
to those who turn aside to false gods.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
My Grandma
A garden is where we will go. Grandma had stones in the garden to
place your feet. A little yellow Iris poking its ways through
the soil. Around to the front all the roses were blooming some
red, some yellow, and OH some the scent. My grandma and I would
love to go to the garden. Titi, come over here and smell this
one, I'm coming Grandma. Oh what a beautiful smell, the color
is so red. In the house to have lunch, Grandma stop, take a
sniff. What is that smell? Wisteria is its name;look at its
delicate purple color. In the day, of sharing a day with Grandma,
oh where have the years gone... Thank you for being you, goodbye
till we meet again.
My grandma was a special person to me, as I am sure thats the way it was intended. She called me Titi, as when my brother and I were small he couldn't say my name. When I was a teenager I would sigh when she called me Titi. She would reply that is what I will always call you. Today I am happy she had a special name for me. At times sitting in her room I felt like that little girl again. Then, God revealed to me she helped form and shape you in more ways then you know.
The morning of Saturday, I chose to walk where she shopped. I came back to her room to show her the flowers I got for her. Purple Iris's those were my favorite, Yellow roses were her favorite and the love of the outdoors. My grandma and I love to work in the Garden and put our fingers in the soil. She had lots of different types of roses in her front yard that she shared with me. I was able to be with her right up till the end. I was chosen to be with her, I had opened the window so she could smell the air one last time, then God took her into heaven. I was able to be part of things from her past, that is one way I felt special. Isn't it amazing how God allows certain people to be part of your life.
When I would visit her we both loved Norman Rockwell portraits. So, we would sit for hours looking through all the different ones she collected. Through the years I chose to cherish those plates as something we shared. Its not the meaning of dollars but the stories of how we looked at those plates. She will always be with me where ever I go, God has chosen that. After I came home I noticed something about the plates I own, they are grandparent plates. Its amazing how things work out, and you don't really notice.
I read these scriptures below at her funeral service.
Scripture taken from John 17
They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed
that you sent me. I pray for them. I am not praying for the world,
but for those you have for those you have given me, for they are
yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through
them. I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in
the world, and I am coming to you.
I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in
the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within
them.
My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you
protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as
I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth;your word is truth. As
you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For
them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.
place your feet. A little yellow Iris poking its ways through
the soil. Around to the front all the roses were blooming some
red, some yellow, and OH some the scent. My grandma and I would
love to go to the garden. Titi, come over here and smell this
one, I'm coming Grandma. Oh what a beautiful smell, the color
is so red. In the house to have lunch, Grandma stop, take a
sniff. What is that smell? Wisteria is its name;look at its
delicate purple color. In the day, of sharing a day with Grandma,
oh where have the years gone... Thank you for being you, goodbye
till we meet again.
My grandma was a special person to me, as I am sure thats the way it was intended. She called me Titi, as when my brother and I were small he couldn't say my name. When I was a teenager I would sigh when she called me Titi. She would reply that is what I will always call you. Today I am happy she had a special name for me. At times sitting in her room I felt like that little girl again. Then, God revealed to me she helped form and shape you in more ways then you know.
The morning of Saturday, I chose to walk where she shopped. I came back to her room to show her the flowers I got for her. Purple Iris's those were my favorite, Yellow roses were her favorite and the love of the outdoors. My grandma and I love to work in the Garden and put our fingers in the soil. She had lots of different types of roses in her front yard that she shared with me. I was able to be with her right up till the end. I was chosen to be with her, I had opened the window so she could smell the air one last time, then God took her into heaven. I was able to be part of things from her past, that is one way I felt special. Isn't it amazing how God allows certain people to be part of your life.
When I would visit her we both loved Norman Rockwell portraits. So, we would sit for hours looking through all the different ones she collected. Through the years I chose to cherish those plates as something we shared. Its not the meaning of dollars but the stories of how we looked at those plates. She will always be with me where ever I go, God has chosen that. After I came home I noticed something about the plates I own, they are grandparent plates. Its amazing how things work out, and you don't really notice.
I read these scriptures below at her funeral service.
Scripture taken from John 17
They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed
that you sent me. I pray for them. I am not praying for the world,
but for those you have for those you have given me, for they are
yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through
them. I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in
the world, and I am coming to you.
I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in
the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within
them.
My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you
protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as
I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth;your word is truth. As
you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For
them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.
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