Saturday, August 30, 2008

Quote: Those who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.

Friday, August 29, 2008

top 10 highlights and a question for you

top 10 highlights of the week:

1. someone coming home - my world feels a bit safer

2. love the fact that men are really strong. Men can move things. Big things. Down many flights of stairs and make it look easy. At least the men I know. I must admit when these guys moved my incredibly heavy oak desk down those steps... I held my breath!

3. eating raspberries from a friend's garden today

4. having a friend come over later than expected and not leaving until 1:30 am. She doesn't get away from husband and child often - but we had some really good girl-time.

5. taking care of some unfinished business

6. deciding to do major spring cleaning in the fall i.e. NOW September 1. - a whole new day!

7. wednesday morning theology classes

8. studying German

9. laughing, crying, and remembering with my sister

10. laughing, crying, and rememering with my longest known friend

QUESTION???? does anyone else remember this poem. I began quoting it when I was in first or second grade - now how sick is that????? It was in the Childcraft Children's Books.

The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee
by Mildred Plew Meigs

Ho, for the Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee!
He was as wicked as wicked could be,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see!
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

His conscience, of course, was as black as a bat,
But he had a floppety plume on his hat
And when he went walking it jiggled - like that!
The plume of the Pirate Dowdee.

His coat it was handsome and cut with a slash,
And often as ever he twirled his mustache
Deep down in the ocean the mermaids went splash,
Because of Don Durk of Dowdee.

Moreover, Dowdee had a purple tattoo,
And struck in his belt where he buckled it through
Were a dagger, a dirk, and a squizzamaroo,
For fierce was the Pirate Dowdee.
So fearful he was he would shoot at a puff,
And always at sea when the weather grew rough
He drank from a bottle and wrote on his cuff,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
Oh, he had a cutlass that swung at his thigh
And he had a parrot called Pepperkin Pye,
And a zigzaggy scar at the end of his eye
Had Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

He kept in a cavern, this buccaneer bold,
A curious chest that was covered with mould,
And all of his pockets were jingly with gold!
Oh jing! went the gold of Dowdee.

His consience, of course it was crook'd like a squash,
But both of his boots made a slickery slosh,
And he went throught the world with a wonderful swash,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

It's true he was wicked as wicked could be,
His sins they outnumbered a hundred and three,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see,
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

mutating missionary

Sunday, August 24, 2008


it is cold here on the side of my mountain - and no heat... I'm wrapped in blankets and all windows are closed - but for some reason I can't get warm. Now mind you, most of the time I love the cold - much prefer it to the heat of Texas! but right now - i'm just cold -

I'm also needing a bit of an artist shot in the arm - so I am sending along some of my favorite pics for enjoying - nothing special - nothing earth shattering - you might not know who they are or where they are - but I'm in the mood to look for angles, shadow, color, shape. things that are pleasing to my eye...

I hope you enjoy me being shown in this woman's crazy shutterbug way...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

some sights from layover in Vienna

REALLY scary water fountain!

It would have been nice to have a bite but... No!

Now, HONESTLY... do you think I could pass this one up. Walking down the posh streets of Vienna - and then coming across this work crew - right in front of Cartier!

Does anyone ever think of this view when they think of Vienna?

AHHHH!!!! Back in my home area. It is just a bit quieter here :-)
Hungary for a week. Vienna for a few hours. Home looks good.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Praising God in every day life...

Intern Heather... a sneeze to the Country and Western music?

Intern Alex chowing down on German BBQ ribs at a Country & Western concert...

Intern Summar collecting one more coke bottle from a foriegn country!

Intern Soren ushering in his 18th birthday with a tomato/mozzeralla cake??????? Later we continue to celebrate this day with with a Country and Western concert. Thanks to John and Martine.

The joys of everyday life!

Favorite paragraphs I've read lately:

"Whatever we do, even if we are reading the Word or praying we should stop for a few minutes - as often as possible - to praise God from the depths of our hearts, to enjoy Him there in secret. Since we believe that God is always with us, no matter what we may be doing, why shouldn't we stop for awhile to adore Him, to priase Him to petition Him, to offer Him our hearts, and to thank Him?

What could please God more than for us to leave the cares of the world temporarily in order to worship Him in our spirits? These momentary retreats serve to free us from our selfishness, which can only exist in the world. In short, we cannot show our loyalty to God more than by renouncing our worldly selves as much as a thousand times a day to enjoy even a single moment with Him.

This doesn't mean we must ignore the duties of our world forever; that would be impossible. Let prudence be our guide. However, I do believe that it is a common mistake of Spirit-filled people not to leave the cares of the world periodically to praise God in their spirits and to rest in the peace of His divine presence for a few moments." the practice of the presence OF GOD

I am praising God today:
  • As I clean my house in preparation for 2 women that come and stay with me for several days after Annual Conference
  • As I wash clothes for said Annual Conference
  • As I eat a ham and cheese toast with fresh Baurn Brot
  • As I prepare for an evening BBQ with my heart friend and her family - to study German, play our harps together, eat great food, laugh, and cry... and PRAY!!!!!!!
I love praising God in the mundane! He is here you know. In the moments. In the minutes. In the hours. Never leaving or forsaking. I am blessed in this place. I praise God that He has chosen me to be a part of His great story.

even in this day filled with the mundane tasks of preparations for a trip

My God lives. He IS.

Because He IS the I AM, the immutable

i am
your mutating missionary...........mutating - mutating - mutating - mutating... and you dear friend?????

if you are a believer.... I pray you are a mutating missianary as well .... in all of your daily dooldrums -- may He be glorified....