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Our Mighty Warrior

    Well, after all his name does mean Mighty Warrior.       Yes, he snuck out of the house with out any pants and really, it's not very warm.   But at least he didn't forget the essentials: some shoes (those would be Hunter's), a ninja sword, and the Darth Vader mask.     665. our Mighty Warrior: what a gift he is! 666. fear not for He who is in you is greater than He who is in the world (my paraphrase) 667. a new year of school (4th grade is a lot harder than 3rd) ;0) 668. a friend's courage 669. warm smiles and kind words 670. watching the Body of Christ work together and feeling this cup runith over at the wondrous gift that it is    

Little Reminders

It is no small secret that I am forgetful....a little scatterbrained. I can't fully take all the blame for this. I think it that the "fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants" gene was passed along by the one I call mom, and sometimes Kathy Delrene to be funny because she often middle names me (endearingly of course) and I like to remind her (like she's forgotten) that her middle name is Delrene. Not that I'm blaming her, but I don't accept the responsibility either. Ok, I'm blaming her. Sorry, mom (she knows I'm kidding...well, at least kind of.) The good news is that I only forget semi-important things like birthdays (if you think birthdays are more important than semi-important we probably shouldn't be friends), what day the church yard sale is on exactly and mixing up when I need to help b/c I didn't write it down, to make a dozen cookies for the Christmas time gifts to the Airmen in the dorms (oops!), to bring the ipod with me to the gym (grrr...hate

Dear Me,

Emily at chatting at the sky has asked her readers to write a letter to their teenage self. I had been wanting to write something about the change of tide in my life this year (AKA turning 30) but had not found anything creative enough...or perhaps I was just scared to write it down....sometimes those feelings deep within are scary to behold. So, I must say this feels a bit like eating a whale one bite at a time (ok, I'm exaggerating a bit here). Still, I dunno where to start, but I'll try anyway.... Dearest Kari Jo, The first attempt at this letter (at least written down) was deleted by your 2 year old son who also just happens to be your fourth child. I was not able to recover it. This should tell you a bit about what has happened in the last 14 years or so and..... that there is an actual undo button in blogger. How could I be blogging (you'll understand more about this term in a few years) for a year and not know this precious piece of information? So don't be

A Prayer for These Two....

Dearest Heavenly Father, Your grace is sufficient, and your glory is shown in my weaknesses, so I must confess: I am weak. I need you. I am dependent on your grace...upon you...upon your Son. I fail. I sin. Oh, how I sin! I cannot even see, sometimes, the fields of grace through the thick trees of my sin. It is me, Lord that gets in the way. It is in my pride that I don't want to admit that I am too weak or scared to even look upon those around me...around the world that are suffering because of the very poverty they are in.       I. Don't. Want. To. See. Please, forgive me father for wanting to ignore starving children, children with out homes, or an education because it is hard to look upon that kind of hopelessness and despair. Thank you Abba, Father for giving us David and Ernstia to teach us and to remind us to open our eyes and our hearts to see. Thank you because they are more a gift to us then we could ever be to them. Thank you for all their little lette

Mud Run 2012

If running a 5K covered in mud doesn't sound fun....I don't know wht does..... I caught up with my Love at the very end of the race, which as you can see, is the muddiest part.     "I ran all this way and this is my reward??!!" or at least that is what I would be thinking. Tastes like pudding??      Is it me or does he look a bit like the Heisman Trophy with out the football?   Way to go Babe! Maybe we'll join you next year......maybe not....        

Jordynn's Baptism

This is what she wrote when asked to tell why she wanted to be baptised:   "One night I was thinking about how much I have sinned against God and I felt wrong and sorry. So the next morning I prayed and asked God to help me make the right decision. So I went to mom to ask her to help me receive Christ, and she did. I thought I should be baptised because I thought it would be obedient to Jesus."   This was her special verse:   "Or Don't you know that all of us who were baptised into Christ Jesus were baptised into his death? We were therefore buried with him though baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the father, we too may live a new life." ~Romans 6:2-3   When asked yesterday why she wanted to be baptised, she stood wide eyed in front of those friends we call family, digging her toe in the sand and simply stated meagerly:   "I want to obey Jesus."