Wordless Wednesday

Yep.

I agree with Randy Alcorn in every way in the following article. Please take the time to read this post on his blog. It is long, but necessary for everyone to think this issue through carefully and with consideration.

I'm Not Voting for a Man...

Thanks, Marji, for sending the link. I found myself teary reading this, because 12 years ago I was faced with a 'choice.' Unmarried, 2 months out of college, about to move to a different state to start a new job...

Praise God for His hand in my life.

A Little of This, A Little of That

Here are the Hoyer girlies showing off the face painting skills of the volunteers at the Fairmont Fair on Saturday. We all had a wonderful (hot!) time. The AWANA program at Grace Community Church sponsors the Fairmont Fair every fall (term used loosely here in SoCal). Tickets are 20 cents each and there are tons of old fashioned booths with fun games. A dunking booth, bounce houses, obstacle course, ring toss, and super-cheap food make it a blast for everyone. (To give you an idea of how cheap the food is, we all ate for under $12!)

Kurt spent almost the whole time we were there in the bounce house. Does he look like he's having fun or what?
My children were so excited to be able to walk around with their friends and without Mom and Dad! Here are the girls enjoying some nachos with their buddies Paige and Kassidy.
I never managed to get Nicholas to stop long enough to take his picture. But, needless to say, he had a great time with his friends Austin and Luke. Even Gabriel got to walk around with his big buddy Vance for a while. Thanks, Vance!

On another note, I have decided to adopt a fall frame of mind even if it does not feel like it at all. It has been so hot here (in the 90's) every day! So, I've been turning down the AC and making hot cocoa for everyone. Looks like fall, right? This afternoon I am going to make some pumpkin bread. Maybe I'll close the shades and light one of my fall-scented candles :-)
Gustav's brother and his family are in our neck of the woods this week. We can't wait to spend the day with the cousins (ages 15, 13, 10, 8) at Disneyland on Thursday!


Our cat, poor thing, is having a little, um, procedure done today.


We have a meeting with the architectual committee tomorrow night to see if we can get our lanscaping plan approved. Gotta love HOA's.


I will, God-willing, complete painting the kitchen, family room, and hall areas today. This has taken me forever! I will be thrilled when it is finally done.


Homeschooling is going well this year. Gabriel is learning to read quite well, Lillian is trying to wrap her brain around long division, Gretchen is a champ at Latin translation, and Nicholas is enjoying taking a DVD lecture course on the Early Middle Ages. Lest we forget Kurt, he is trying to master escaping from the house, running away from Mama, destroying all buildings and contraptions designed by his siblings, and jamming his beloved Thomas DVD's into the DVD player. :-)


Life is good.

Wordless Wednesday

Taken by Lillian.

Terminal

We are all terminal, you know. As in dying. All of us. Life for all has that one common thread. The death toll is always 100%.

And yet we are so often taken by surprise, caught off-guard by death and by those who are dying. It was one of those months for me. Watching in horror as a smoldering commuter train, just miles from my living room, with sides and roof peeled back like a banana, hides the bodies of the unsuspecting. Those who were unsuspecting that this was their last day of life...last kisses, last phone calls, last words, last breaths. Taken aback by flood waters rising after the swirling Ike came through and left a deluge which tore asunder, drowned, and swept away those who stayed. Caught off guard by a phone call in which frightened father explains what the doctors found: cancer in his seven year old boy. Or the mother of four, two years my junior, fighting cervical cancer and wondering if life is worth this staggering effort and pain. Stopped in horror as I watch ravenous fires eat up everything in their path. Moved to tears by my boy-man, racked with sobs over his dead dog, wondering if he was happy while living, or feeling abandoned while dying.

And I think to myself: we are all dying.

We are all marching on the road to death. I may reach my destination in 40 years, or 4 years, or 4 days. But never fear, I will reach that destination. As will you. And the commuter next to you on the road, and your boss, and your husband, and your children.

And lest we forget why we are all moving methodically toward our final breath: SIN. That's it. One small three letter word easily sounded out by my little beginning reader. SIN. That concept that is shunned in our politically correct, can't-we-all-just-get-along, toleration-dependent society. The unpopular word that makes us feel somehow less than we deserve. Not less than we are, my friend, just less than we think we are.

You see, “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23

All.

Another one of those easy-peasy words to read. But, ah, the significance of that one little trio of letters. None of us is outside that group. We are all the same. We are all sinners. Stained with the same consuming disease. All.

Ever had a prideful thought? How about a selfish one? Looked at someone with lust in your heart? Spoken a harsh word? Had an unkind thought? Been lazy?

Yep. Me, too.

We all fall short of the standard to which we should desire. The glory of God. The perfect, sovereign, omnipotent, righteous God who holds the reigns of our days in His hands. “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Matthew 10:29-30

In so acknowledging our lowly state before a holy and perfect God, we are forced to make a decision. Or, at the very least, acknowledge that there is a decision to be made. An either-or. A yes or no. Black or white. No shades of gray here, folks. Acknowledge that we need a Savior, who can take our deserved punishment for us, and in so doing, allow us to stand perfectly clean before the holy throne. Or brush it off as the insanity of the weak-minded, those without the mental capacity to think for themselves. One may choose the wide path which leads to destruction, or the narrow path which leads to life. Two options. One choice.

For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. Matthew 7:13-14

And, friend, there may not be a tomorrow in which to make this choice.

Tomorrow it may be you who unsuspectingly takes your last breath, makes your last phone call, hugs your children for the last time. It may be me.

When my numbered days on this spinning ball draw to their predetermined end, will it matter if the Dow ended up or down? Will I care if I have a fixed-rate or an adjustable-rate loan? Will it matter how well-read I am, or how smart my kids are, or how well loved I am by others?

I think you know the answer to that.

“Naked a man comes from his mother's womb,
and as he comes, so he departs.
He takes nothing from his labor
that he can carry in his hand.” Ecclesiastes 5:15

It all stays. None of it accompanies us into eternity. Only us, coming before the Creator of the Universe. He is not impressed with net-worth. Or self-worth. For He alone is worthy to be praised. Jesus will judge. And we will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He judges rightly. How will you be judged?

There is your choice.

From one terminal patient to another...

what will you choose?

(Not Quite) Wordless Wednesday

The smoky view from our backyard.