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Tonight’s Specials

“You weep now, are often in tears, tears of repentance, tears of sympathy; you are of them that mourn in Zion. But blessed are you; your present sorrows are no prejudices to your future joy, but preparatories for it: You shall laugh. You have triumphs in reserve; you are but sowing in tears, and shall shortly reap in joy,’’ Ps. 126:5-6. They that now sorrow after a godly sort are treasuring up comforts for themselves, or, rather, God is treasuring up comforts for them; and the day is coming when their mouth shall be filled with laughing and their lips with rejoicing, Job. 8:2 ” -Matthew Henry on Luke 6:21

At times that I’ve been in tears for either myself or others (which seems to exponentially increase with each passing year), the Lord has used many talks and books and sermons to direct my mind to comfort my soul. These 3 particularly come to mind tonight. Might I recommend:

Christ’s Loneliness and Ours – Spurgeon

Is Your Church a Safe Place for Sad People?  -Nancy Guthrie

The Knowledge of the Holy – A.W. Tozer

A Blog About My Blog


I’m on an organizing push around my house.  Call it nesting if you like, but I’ve always liked things to have homes.  Are there really people out there who don’t?  I know not all of us are always organized or sometimes we are too overwhelmed to get there; but really who doesn’t like the finished product?  So along with closets, toys, schedules, and meals, I thought I’d add a little organization to my blog.  It’s still a “get to” not a “have to”; but without some planning in my life, I’d never” get to” do anything but the things that I “have to,” (which actually through sanctification are becoming the things that I “get to” do.  Oh dear. )

I’m thinking something like:

Monday: Tips, Tricks, or Treats

Wednesday: Encouragements, Meditations, or Thought Ramblings

Friday: Assorted Content- Q and A (feel free to send me your questions!),  Guest Posts,  General Silliness, Anything Else that Sounds Fun to Pass On

As with all of my organizing attempts, I’m sure this will be tweaked and there will always be that one thing that doesn’t fit neatly in the box with the other like items, but it’s a start.  I love to write, to organize my thoughts, and I’m especially blessed whenever along the way, I can be used as a stepping stone to see the Savior.  Thanks for reading!

Stinkin’ Funny

I find nude art and crass humor distasteful and lazy.  The same is true for mom blogs that deal primarily with bodily excrement.  Yesterday afternoon I was humbled. I am reduced to sharing, yes, a poop story. 

The twins have stopped napping, but as other homeschooling families can atest to, rest time is an essential for all ages.  Yesterday for rest time, they were in their room with their little people farm, playing very well and quietly for an exceptionally long time.  Our friend/babysitter offered to go check on them.  She promptly returned downstairs to say, “I don’t want to go in there.”  Now this is a seasoned babysitter.  I can’t imagine there is much left to shock her, so this reaction struck a little fear into my heart. 

I headed upstairs, opened the door, my jaw dropped, and I stepped back out to collect myself.  There were two naked bottoms and poop everywhere.  Carpet, floor, blankets…  But the best part, the part where the Lord saw fit to offer me some comic relief, was the farm.  Apparently the farm had been the inspiration for the art.  Squished into the bulk of the “manure” were the little farm animals.  The cow was in so deep he had to be put down.  We trashed the rug as well, cleaned up the rest, and have not stopped laughing about it since.

Be Killing Sin or It Will Be Killing You

It is a little known fact that the Spencer girls are slightly partial to rap music, especially Lucy.   Before you stereotype, just think how many of you like country music and live within a mile of a cow, ok?  A more well known fact is that we are also slightly partial to John Piper.  Imagine my excitement when I found out that Piper introduced a Tedashii song called, “Make War.”   Hope you like it.

A few of my favorite lyrics from verse 2 (by Flame):

Do you even have a clue
What happened to you when he died
When that tomb got rolled when he rose in the sky
I think we emphasis sin so much
That it makes us paralyzed
And glorify struggle so much
That it makes us terrified
And deemphasize the fact that we have been sterilized from our own lives and thus
We gotta snap out of it
We aint in no straight-jacket
We free

A Snake is a Snake is a Snake

The snake in the basement has been captured and released outside where it belongs.  I’m not usually one to give away the ending, but when snakes are involved there is no reason to add to the drama.

Yesterday, I was in the basement sorting out 9 loads of laundry.  I hate laundry.  I wish we lived in the day when people were just supposed to stay clean so that they didn’t have to wash everything so often or have nearly as many clothes.  Anyway, since I was down there a while, I was considering vacuuming the rugs in the playroom.  I noticed a small squiggly snake and thought to myself for a good 10 seconds, “Where did that come from?  My girls don’t play with toy snakes.”  Suddenly an idea struck my mind that perhaps it wasn’t a toy, that it could be real.  Then my heart started to palpitate and the backs of my legs  quivered as I thought “Well of course it’s real, it’s real, oh my goodness, it’s real!”  I ran up the stairs, flew through the door, stopped and smiled at the girls to ask how their project was coming along, then shut myself in the office to call Chris who would surely know what to do.

After calming me down (not without a lot of giggling),  we decided that I was going to have to go back down there and put a bowl over it until he could come home.  The only thing worse than finding a snake in your basement is not finding one.  So armed with sweatpants, a sweatshirt, socks, shoes, and gloves, I tiptoed down the stairs ready to descend on the snake with all the bravery of William Wallace.  But when I turned the corner it was gone.  This time I flew up the stairs, stuffed a towel under the door, and decided that the laundry had waited this long why not 1 more day.(I didn’t even have to wait that long, thanks to my very brave friend S who switched the load, and in her bare feet no less!  I’m so loved.)

Of course Chris couldn’t find the little beast that night, but he volunteered to switch the laundry until we found it.  And boy am I glad because the last load of laundry was the  hiding spot.  He came slithering out right in Chris’ arms!    Truth be told the thing was about the size of a pencil.  Maggie said “Oh! Look at how cute that little baby snake is!”   I don’t care.  A snake is a snake is a snake.

I had to click…

I’m not generally tempted to click on the outlandish news headlines that pop up on my homepage, but this one was too much.  I had to click it.  Wow!  (skip to min 1:09 if you’re pressed for time)