Public Recognition

To the Kind Person Who Slipped a Note and a Gift in Not-So-Classics's Office Yesterday,

I cannot tell you how special and how cared for we felt by your thoughtfulness. There are many times along this walk of our that we get discouraged, but you, dear person, left us feeling warm...and terribly humbled. With all the people in need and all those who serve, you felt to give us a gift and a note of encouragement. We are grateful.

After Not-So-Classic called me, we thanked the Lord for you and we asked him to bless you in every area of your life. We also thanked Him for being our provider. It is a new reminder not to worry, because He sees us and knows what we have need of even before we ask for it. So, you not only gave us a physical gift, but also helped to increase our faith. Thank you so much for that because that is priceless.

So, dear, lovely person, I may not know who you are, but I definitely know who you serve. I thank Him for you.

With a thankful, full heart,

The Attack on Family

Last night, Scarlett came with me to the grocery store. Our trips to hunt and gather are a treat for us both because we can talk about what is on her mind without the constant interruption of her little brother.

When we reached the check out station, we had to wait, and, like so many other grocery stores, across from the candy, is a bevy of magazines ranging from tabloid to near true. With headlines as big as my head, it's no wonder my eyes glanced from one to the other--each one more bleak than the one before. However, last night, I noticed a pattern: they were all about marriage and children. This one is divorcing this one because he found a newer model, this one is suing for custody of that one, this reality star is having a child out of wedlock, this family is cumbusting...I'll tell you, I really miss seeing the stories about the human Bat Boy or the sightings of Big Foot.

So, there in the grocery aisle, I saw what seemed to be the demise of family. The Holy Spirit let me sigh for a few minutes and then reminded me that defeat was just not His style, and not mine either. So, as I piled my honey crisp apples on the conveyor belt I thought about light and darkness and how much more visible the light is when there is such darkness.

Today, the prayer on my heart regarding family is "Let there be light!" Let the light of Jesus, the light of love, penetrate all those dark places. Let love grow in families, between men and women and their children.

Next time I'm waiting at the check out lane, instead of hanging my head in disbelief and defeat, I will pray for those on the cover. Even if the story isn't true, hey, everyone could use someone praying for them. I'll call it tabloid intercession.

Brother Bear's Birthday

Dear Brother Bear,

I know that your birthday was on September 30th but my computer was not aware and did not let me scan pictures or type a proper tribute to you. Somehow, I don't think the foreign man from tech support fully understood my problem...

Never-the-less, I wanted to make sure that I told the whole world that it is your birthday and that I love you.

Here is a picture from the vault...It's one of you always holding me either physically, emotionally or spiritually. It's a great picture of how you've watched over me through the years, and though I might not have appreciated it when I was eighteen, I sure do appreciate it now. I love you. Thank you for being my brother.

Seven year old Brother Bear and seven day old Classic Mama.

Scarlett's Poem about Dance

While dancing I feel light,

Light as a feather that is.

I walk among the clouds,

I control the weather of the room.

It can either be a soft puffy cloud,

Or a booming hurricane message.

While dancing I feel light,

Light as a feather that is.



-Scarlett