Hola Dude! Merry Christmas...

Merry Christmas from San Diego!

We arrived safe and sound in San Diego Wednesday night and immediately went out for Mexican food. It's been a long time since we had the real stuff and I savored my horchata like it was nobody's business. After too much food and a mariachi band serenade we were whisked off into the night, ridin' dirty in the Caddy on the 5. Hecks yeah bruh. *wink*

Chrsitmas was a bundle of loving chaos betwixt many a family and the kiddlies all got more presents than they deserved (myself included). I even got a new Snuggie! Thank you Miss Kika Jones! xoxo y'all, I hope you're having a wonderful last week of 2009!

Among the Many

Isaiah 60:14, 15

The sons also of them that afflicted thee shall come bending unto thee; and all they that despised thee shall bow themselves down at the soles of thy feet; and they shall call thee; The city of the LORD, The Zion of the Holy One of Israel. Whereas thou has been forsaken and hated, so that no man went through thee, I will make thee an eternal excellency, a joy of many generations.

When the moon witnesses the sun

Whenever the moon, wispy and white, peeks out like a jilted polka dot spy from the blue, bluest -water color sky, I feel fooled, fumbled into farce. The next step I take lands on it surface, nose to the ground I examine it closely, aching for detail. Not as an entymologyst spears it's prey, but voyeur instead to keyhole-framed plays. No harsh terrain, counfounding expectation it is as though a cloud turned inside on itself and formed fluffy orb, cycling to my step, 'round and 'round I'd go. 'Til dizzied, I lose my hounddog grip and faint against the sky, I slip - Into my destined earthly plod, homeward bound and physics flawed.

Winter Beckons

Could've come like a mighty storm
With all the strength of a hurricane
You could've come like a forrest fire
With the power of heaven in your flame



But you came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below



You could've swept in like a tidal wave
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts
You could've come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we've scarred



But you came like a winter snow, yes you did
You were quiet, you were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below



Ooh no, your voice wasn't in a bush, burning
No, your voice wasn't in a rushing wind
It was still, it was small, it was hidden

Awards like Flowers

Just received this award from Kat whose blog Beautiful Elegant Designs is a constant inspiration to me. Thank you so much Kat!

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.
2. Copy the Award.
3. Post it in your blog.
4. Tell Us 7 things that your readers don't know.
5. Link 7 new blogger as recipients.
6. Notify winners of award with comment on their blog.
7. Keep being Awesome.

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1. Though I love dressing up my favorite item of clothing is probably a hooded sweatshirt.
2. I used to sneak sips of my dad's beer as a toddler when he wasn't looking.
3. My favorite movies are usually ones that involve families with all of their idiosyncracies.
4. When I was 10 I decided my favorite color was white because a visiting teacher who put on a light show told us that white light was made up of all of the colors of the rainbow and I didn't want to favor one color over another. Gah, seriously.
5. Along those same lines, I often saught out ugly toys and stuffed animals at toy stores because I felt sorry for them.
6. In highschool when I fantasized about my dream car it was always a 1941 Ford...I am still smitten with the look of them.
7. I'm fascinated by God's love of the Jewish people, His chosen.

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I nominate:

True Femininity because she is a wonderful example of a woman growing stronger in her faith day by day...and I love looking at her fabulous, ladylike outfits!

Maggie at Behind the Teen Scene because she is super positive and uplifting and her blog is a ton of fun.

Monica of The Homespun Heart, whose photography has a way of beautifying the simplest of life's little moments.

The Sweet Nest - You must check out her blog...isn't her life just gorgeous! Her blog will touch your heart.

Farrah - Her blog An Old Fashioned Homekeeper beats true to my heart. In a way she reminds me of myself if that makes sense.

Standing in the Sunlight, Caroline's blog is a great one...and she's a fabulous seamstress with an eye for prints, fabrics, and aesthetics in general.

Last but certainly not least, Anna's blog Domestic Felicity is a great read and is as thought provoking as picking up a very well written magazine. It is sure to get you thinking about your faith and what it means to be a woman of God.

The Last Leaves

Almost all the leaves have been stripped from the trees, but there are still a few hanging on and keeping their view of the world before them.



Exerting effort to avoid being trampled underfoot. But those leaves still on the tree are so dried out, sunwashed, and brittle that when they finally rest upon the ground, instead of carpeting a path, they will be crumbled into dust.



Matthew 9: 12 & 13
"But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the riteous, but sinners to repentance."