I am sick...

Proverbs 13:12
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.

I cought this horrible flu bug and it has stolen away three days of my life so far. I am laid up and useless, my body is so tired, but my mind longs to get up and seek out activity and interaction. I cried this morning out of sheer frustration because my it took so much concentration to make a phone call, to move myself into the office and pick up the phone, but things still need to be done. There are dishes to wash, laundry to fold, and of course I need to take care of myself. All I want to do is run out into the street and scream because I feel shackled by these aching muscles. "When the desire cometh, it is the tree of life..."

Rooted & Built Up

"She fluttered the leaves for something--she could not just tell
what--and her eye caught some of the verses that her father had marked
for her before she left home for college, in the days when he was
troubled for her going forth into the world of unbelief.

As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in
him: Rooted and built up in him, and established in the faith, as
ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving. Beware
lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after
the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not
after Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead
bodily.... "

~

A Voice in the Wilderness by Grace Livingston Hill

Shooting and Praying

"The color came into the man's face. Somehow this girl put him in a verybad light. He couldn't shoot; and, if he couldn't pray, what would she think of him?"
~
The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill

Fall Pictures?

Well, I have a bunch of new fall pix to post, but Blogger isn't allowing me. Bummer! Hopefully I can get some up tomorrow.
I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend!
xoxo Caroline

Playing with camera settings...

A self portrait and two conversions...pink flower and yellow rounds into sepia madness.

Listening to Glee to my heart's content and working on spreadsheets does not poem or prose make. But I garuntee at least 15 minutes of solid dancing around the office.

Blessings Manifold

There is nothing quite like a pink flower, no matter what time of year. He makes these for weary eyes and souls...

Our Father, by whose servants

Our house was built of old,

Whose hand hath crowned her children

With blessings manifold,

For Thine unfailing mercies

Far-strewn along our way,

With all who passed before us,

We praise Thy name to-day.

~Old School Hymn