Even though all of the children are sick, I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever. With my mouth will I make known God's faithfulness. The children are recovering, and our long week of sickness is over, and another week has begun. The children are not well but are better in varying stages. I can thank God that I am not sick and can continue to minister to each one of them. I can be thankful that things are no worse than they are and that the children are getting better. We have cut back on our routine and are keeping things simple. When there is a lot of sickness, it is time for survival mode.
1. Simple meals - sandwiches, pb toast, baked potatoes, soup
2. Book reading, drawing, quiet play, watching television and lots of rest
3. Lots of liquids. Eat when you feel like eating. If you don't feel like eating, that is okay too as long as you are drinking something.
4. School only if you have no fever and are well enough to play.
5. Extra sleep is encouraged.
6. Lots of TLC.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Day by Day
Chickadee started Tuesday by singing "The Magnificat" and "The Bear Went Over the Mountain" to herself. On Wednesday the Ace was fine. By Friday CW knew that her birthday party would not be this Saturday as originally planned. The children are sick. One by one they have fallen, and I am falling with them. Not sick myself but sinking in spirits as each ones succumbs to this illness which I cannot prevent. My unceasing prayer was that if it be the Lord's will that He would spare us all from this malady. It was not His will.
Oh, Lord, Thy will, not mine, and yet I fight it oftentimes. Help me, Lord, for when I am weak (and, yes, I am feeling weak), you are strong. I need Thee every hour and am especially feeling that need right now.
Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine with ten thousand beside!
Oh, Lord, Thy will, not mine, and yet I fight it oftentimes. Help me, Lord, for when I am weak (and, yes, I am feeling weak), you are strong. I need Thee every hour and am especially feeling that need right now.
Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Every day, the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
Ever to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
Ever to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine with ten thousand beside!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Prayer
'And here the poor mamma uttered a short prayer that she might be enabled to instil good principles into her children's minds, that so Kate, and Undine too, might know dust for dust whenever they saw it, let the outward world shine upon it never so brightly.'
From 'Motes in the Sunbeam', Parables of Nature by Margaret S. Gatty
From 'Motes in the Sunbeam', Parables of Nature by Margaret S. Gatty
Monday, January 10, 2011
Comparitive Birth Order
Ace: CW is the oldest. Chickadee is the middlest. I am the youngest.
(That boy has got it all figured out!)
(That boy has got it all figured out!)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Baking Days
Chocolate Peanut Butter Pebbles
Coconut Macaroons
Sugar Cookies
Hickory Nut Pie
Pumpkin Bread
What did you bake or make?
Happy Blogoversary!
As of yesterday our blog turned three years old. It has become a place to share and a way to keep connected with others. I plan to keep posting and hope that you will keep reading. If you do read our blog, please drop us a comment to let me know that you are there. Thanks!
Monday, December 20, 2010
On The Last Day of Fall
It’s the last day of fall, and there is white all around
On the trees, on the roof, and especially on the ground.
When I think of autumn, this color I don’t see.
It’s reds, greens, oranges, browns showing on the leaves.
It’s the last day of fall, and it’s cold everywhere.
Temperatures in the twenties only bundled I can bear.
The milder days of pleasantry are now a thing of the past.
It’s icicles and falling flakes and skies overcast.
It’s the last day of fall, and while today’s December twentieth,
Outside it looks like winter and plants are belying death.
Even though fall is ending and winter officially starts tomorrow,
Creation is God’s work of art bringing joy and sometimes sorrow.
written by Lepidotera on 12/20/2010
written by Lepidotera on 12/20/2010
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