Highway 52

Picture 1Highway 52 ends at Meeting Street in downtown Charleston, SC. I ride on that road at least 3-4 times every month. I hadn’t before realized that it ended there. “I wonder where it ends going North?” I wondered. (I wondered wondering.) :)

The North Dakota / Canada line, for cryin’ out loud!

Did you know that? I told Eric, and he said we have been on ’52 in NC, KY, and MN. Who knew? I guess he did. Ha. (He calls me “carcoleptic” because, well, you can probably guess…) Anyway, I think that is just fantastic information.

Does anyone want to take a “Highway 52″ road-trip with me from start to finish? I think it would be so fun! hahaha!

Free Pattern Friday

skyblueplaidEveryone needs a light blue gingham on-hand, right? This one reminds me of an afternoon Summer picnic. Please click the category link to read rules for using this image. Enjoy!

A woman I badly want to meet

(in a mirror)

1195773989_c24c30b056_mOnce being at an honest woman’s house, I, after some pause, asked her how she did? She said, Very badly. I asked her if she was sick? she answered, No. What then, said I, are any of your children ill? She told me, No. What, said I, is your husband amiss, or do you go back in the world?

No, no, said she, but I am afraid I shall not be saved.

And broke out with heavy heart, saying, ‘Ah, Goodman Bunyan! Christ and a pitcher; if I had Christ, though I went and begged my bread with a pitcher, it would be better with me than I think it is now!’ This woman had her heart broken, this woman wanted Christ, this woman was concerned for her soul. There are but few women, rich women, that count Christ and a pitcher better than the world, their pride, and pleasures. This woman’s cries are worthy to be recorded; it was a cry that carried in it, not only a sense of the want, but also of the worth of Christ. This cry, ‘Christ and a pitcher, ‘ made a melodious noise in the ears of the very angels!

But, I say, few women cry out thus; few women are so in love with their own eternal salvation, as to be willing to part with all their lusts and vanities for Jesus Christ and a pitcher. Good Jacob also was thus: ‘If the Lord, ‘ said he, ‘will give me bread to eat, and raiment to put on, then he shall be my God.’ Yea, he vowed it should be so. ‘And Jacob vowed a vow, saying, If God will be with me, and will keep me in this way that I go, and will give me bread to eat, and raiment to put on; so that I come again to my father’s house in peace: then shall the Lord be my God’ (Gen 28:20).

– John Bunyan, The Acceptable Sacrifice: The Excellency of a Broken Heart

Crybaby

img_1899Yeah, I’m talking about myself. I’m just sad now every time I lay eyes on Shepherd. He’s our fourth child and will be a year old in a few weeks. He is…. way…. too… big! I’m trying everything to keep him as tiny as I can! I know I’m spoiling him that way. He’s still drinking out of a bottle and eating all of my baby purees! Goodness.

I do feel like just shedding the tears, though, when I think of him getting so big. I was online today reading some funny baby quotes. I’ve shared some of these on my blog in the past, but if you don’t mind humoring a crybaby, here you go!

Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher’s mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968

Funny? I think it is. I’ve certainly experienced a rain delay (well, without the pins, of course)!

And then, I’m sure you’ve seen these image files floating around online from the book Safe Baby Handling Tips by Scott and Kelly Sopp:

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(“Introducing Baby to Pets” is my favorite.)

I told my sister a few weeks ago that this phase of babytalk is so short-lived, and I’m trying to cherish every minute of it before it’s “poof” and gone. He’s really talking up a storm now. Apparently, though, not as much as this girly (maybe his future wife?) –

I think we should put her and Shepherd in the back seat of my van and see what happens, don’t you?

Daddy…

… you didn’t have to.

img_2089You didn’t have to drive me to gymnastics when I was four and let hours and hours of practice and competitions be my life for the next fifteen years. But you did. You let me tumble all over our living room floor, and when I outgrew that, you watched me run hundreds of passes on the front lawn.

You didn’t have to let me buy that fish at the pet store after I insisted on it and none other. But you did. img_2090 And when it ate all of the other fish in our tank within two weeks, you never laughed at me or said, “I told you so.”

You didn’t have to come to all of my swim meets, softball and basketball games, concerts, and band competitions. But you did. You lived at the pool, the gym, the field — you never missed anything, and I knew you would be watching and cheering me on, no matter what.

You didn’t have to endure hours of bad trumpet playing in the house or cheerleading practice in our garage. But you did. Even without ear plugs.

img_2093You didn’t have to play video games with me, or share your pistachios, cashews, and Indiana Jones movies on the couch. But you did. And they never got old.

You didn’t have to let me tape posters of “good-looking, awfully-sounding boys” on my bedroom walls, but you did. And you never made fun of any of my fanatical music phases (except maybe “Peeetra”).

You didn’t have to bail me out of those two bounced checks in 11th grade. But you did. And I learned my lesson. Right?!

You didn’t have to let me have the entire youth group over to swim almost every weekend in the Summer. But you did. And they still talk about how cool you were. (Are. Were. Are.) :)

img_2094You didn’t have to let me get on that plane for India, knowing the security situation seemed kind of shoddy. But you did. You cried in the bed with mama and me, and you stood firm and hugged me good-bye with a prayer and firm trust in God’s goodness in the airport. And you were there three months later to hug me once again, henna tattoos and all.

You didn’t have to walk beside me in those silly pageants or tell me how silly they were. (Remember Miss Ohio?!) But you did. And you were the best-looking Daddy on the catwalk!

img_1411You didn’t have to drive all that way so many times and stand exhausted wondering if “this was the time,” but you did. And you were always there right on time to hold your grandbabies in your arms with joy and pride. (Remember Meredith?! Hahaha!)

You didn’t have to send me a Valentine every year. But you did. And not a single piece of chocolate has gone to waste. I promise!

You didn’t have to listen to my ignorant rants, watch me fail, speak forgiveness in the face of my many irresponsible and horrible sins, and freely encourage and endure. You didn’t have to put doing it right first. But you did. And you did with amazing grace and integrity.

img_20881You didn’t have to adopt me. You could have turned away the thought almost thirty years ago and abandoned the idea in your mind… and none of this would have existed for me. I’ll admit, it probably would have been the easier route! But you chose to listen to God’s calling in your heart, and you took me in to be your very own daughter. In a sense, you are my life.

Thank you, Daddy, for loving me like you always have and always will. You are a gift to me from God, and I can never thank Him enough for sending me a Father as wonderful as you.

Happy Father’s Day and many more to come!!!

Free Pattern Friday

truthwordsI doodled some of the things that were on my mind recently when I was spending time alone with God. It encouraged me, and I hope it can do the same for someone else. It is a much larger size than my other patterns but looks nice on a desktop (I think). Please click the category link below for rules to use this image. Enjoy!

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