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Tuesday, 30 September 2008
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Forever and a day . . .
I know I haven't posted in forever and a day.
But here I am at last, an old married lady (and so pleased to be!) and I have some pictures of our apartment!
Daniel and I are so excited to have a place of our own.
So, that is what we've been up to. What have you all been up to over the summer?
Monday, 05 May 2008
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Wedding Website
My wonderful fiance put up a website which has pictures and wedding details and such. Feel free to take a peek!
Wedding Website
Saturday, 05 April 2008
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All Truth is God's Truth
"A person who is a good and true Christian should realize that truth belongs to his Lord, wherever it is found, gathering and acknowledging it even in pagan literature, but rejecting superstitious vanities and deploring and avoiding those who 'though they knew God did not glorify him as God...'"
Saint Augustine, On Christian Teaching II.75
Sunday, 18 November 2007
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To skate or not to skate . . .
Our venerable Rhetoric professor once remarked, "Ponds are crucial in the development of children." I'm sure it's so, but my version of the quote would probably sound something like "Ice-skating is crucial in the development of children." While all the summer sports-equipment sits in the garage, out come the ice-skates. What else puts the roses in kids' cheeks and provides the thrill of speed and the impression of daring the worst danger in a relatively safe environment?
Ok, maybe sledding.
But that doesn't make ice-skating any less of a treat. And if you're thinking, "Oh no! I've never learned to skate! I've lived an impoverished childhood!" Don't despair. You can still ice-skate! Go out and try it. You know you want to.
Sunday, 09 September 2007
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A Poem by Anne Bradstreet
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By night when others soundly slept,
And had at once both case and rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.2
I sought Him whom my soul did love,
With tears I sought Him earnestly;
He bowed His ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.3
My hungry soul He filled with good,
He in His bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washed in His blood,
And banished thence my doubts and fears.4
What to my Savior shall I give,
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live
And love Him to eternity.
etheldreda
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