Being Honest

I don't know how to put this. Do you ever feel that your soul is old, not all the time just some of the time? That it has gone through so much, or seen so many things fade away? Some times I feel like a grayed haired women in the body of youth. But I know so many have gone through so much more then I ever have maybe more then I ever will.

December 6th has already gone by! O great sorrow!

I missed Saint Nicholas day!

The day every child looks forward to all year long. I'm sure you all remember Saint Nicholas Eve when you would polish your boots so they would be spotless, then you would place them by the fireplace or window, hoping that when Saint Nicholas pears though the window he would see your boots gleaming, and then he would know what a good child you were. You knew that the only thing to look forward to if you were bad were boots full of black coal. The next morning it is Saint Nicholas day! You remember it now, peaking out of your room trying to see what you have been hoping for. Yes it is there your shimmering boats are full of chocolate coins! At last doing the right thing has paid off.

Can you believe it that I forgot to stop and remember this day! Now I will have to wait another year before I once again have boots full of gold.

From the West Stairwell

[The following is a true story. The names have not been changed. No one is ashamed, so why should they hide behind a mask?]

The voices - I hear them.

A group a ladies are touring the building. Just now they went up the staircase and entered the fourth floor. They did not see me. I don't know if they are going into the apartment, so I am hiding on the landing that you come to before getting to the roof. I had to tell someone; I can hear them now, talking. The stairwell smells like grandma perfume. I have wheat thins and my favorite fairy tale book. I could stay here for a while.

Ahh. They leaving the fourth floor; now I just have to wait for the stragglers, then I can go back in to the apartment.

It's not that I don't enjoy people; I just enjoy hiding from them so much more...

"a little wish"

Do you ever feel like you are suppose to pray for someone and you have on idea why, maybe it is for a friend who you think has it all together, maybe for someone you haven't thought of for months, or maybe for someone you hardly know? While your driving, doing the dishes, or awake in the middle of the night you feel like you should pray for them?

While talking with a friend the other night about how he was doing the subject of prayer came up, and it reminded me of ,what I call " a little wish".
That one day when I reach heaven, God will show me my life, how at different times people were praying for me, I'll see how through life, as I struggled with this world, someone was prompted by God to pray for me.
Then from there He would show me all times when I had no idea why I was praying for someone, and what was happening with them.

Summer Days Have Gone, But Middlesummer Is Back

Well, my friends the summer days have come and gone; now we are dancing with the leaves and wind as we walk down the street. As you know I worked at camp as a counselor, which I enjoyed very much. It was hard and tyring, but seeing kids understand something about God for the first time made all the late night and early mornings totally worth it. I could go on and on about camp, but I'll move on.

After camp came a family vacation to the coast. The first "just my family" vacation in six years. We made a sand castle and two dragons; I'll have to put up some pictures. We also got to go to the "Edge of the World" and "Elephant Rock". Something like 40 hours after getting back from the cost I left at a hour unknown to mankind to go to the airport to fly to Boston, by my self. Where I joined up with Tuesday's Child, where, after we saw the homes of lots of famous people, and the lantern Paul Revere used (you know the whole "one if by land two if by sea" thing) we headed to Prince Edward Island!

It was a lovely time wandering the countryside; two artistic souls being fed by the beauty of Anne's Island.

Now, my dear friends, I am back safe and sound at home. I just finished my first day volunteering at private school that one of my friends from camp teaches at. In the first class I helped some 5th grade boys with math, ugh. I mean, math has never been one of my strong subjects. Then I went to help a bunch of 3rd and 5th graders (all two 4th graders were absent) with spelling, another weak point for me. I also got to supervise recess, and play with play-dough, which is something I am much better at.

That my friend brings you somewhat up to date on my life. If you want to know more we can go out for hot chocolate.

Katie

I miss you a lot also. I wish I could see you more then just on a weekend. You have been so Kind towards me. You have been so much fun to be with. I am glad that... I could list lots of things but what it all would mean is I'm glad you are my friend.
Love ya much, Midsy

Summer

Just a quick jot to say that I am leaving to work at camp again this summer, and I leave in about 16 hours. So for one thought to hold you over "do not conform to this world" what does that look like?

Love

As I was writing today this quote kept coming to my mind, so I thought I would post it.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it careful around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable... The only place out side of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers... of love is Hell.
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

30 days has September, April, June, and November...

So what month do you like the most? Is it Novembers winter chill? Or the bright sun of June? Is it April and his showers or maybe May and her flowers?

The Big Blue

I asked my friend this recently, and I would like to know what you think. Would you rather be; The Big Blue Sky or a Puffy White Cloud?