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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

June 22nd

June 22nd, 2017 by Aubri

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There seems to be nothing but emptiness today, the day I might have gone to a delivery room but instead stand beside a tiny grave. Instead of rejoicing we grieve. There won’t be tears of relief for a labor over and a new baby in our arms. Just the tears of sorrow for arms empty, without a new life to hold.

Our baby has faced death. In his death we see and feel and remember “that we are dust. The life of mortals is like grass, we flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone.”

Who will deliver us from these bodies of death? I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord.

“Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.”

How different this week, this Summer would have been. I would have been grouchy and hot, slow and weary, waiting for our boy. We’d have that final appointment scheduled, I’d be eager to hear how low he was or so frustrated that he hadn’t dropped a bit. We might have seen his head full of hair on a screen and laughed.

We’d have a Grandmother here, the blue baby clothes would be washed and ready. We’d be sitting around. Waiting. This week we do a very different kind of waiting.

“Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.”

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And I’m just so sorry. So sorry I can’t meet our baby this week. Sorry to have to go my entire lifetime until I can see his sweet face. See what color his eyes are and if he has his Daddy’s dimples.

“But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children.”

 

Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

Eight Years Old

June 17th, 2017 by Aubri

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Yesterday Clara turned EIGHT! These babies aren’t so much babies anymore as big kids, the reality is sinking in…kind of.

They all love the bread I make in the bread machine. I haven’t done that in a long time so I made some this week. That was all Clara wanted for her Birthday Breakfast, a piece of bread.

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The Homeschool Show

June 16th, 2017 by Aubri

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I like what David Pritchard said in his book, Going Public, “Yes! We definitely homeschool our children…and starting at age five, we also send them to public school to get more information.”

Yes, we definitely “homeschool.”

At The Parsonage

June 16th, 2017 by Aubri

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There’s been some baking and not all Mama!

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This girl can mix, roll out, cut and cook biscuits all by herself now!

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