Abundant Life: While we were sleeping

Saturday, August 8, 2009

While we were sleeping

This morning, I heard children moving about before I was ready to get up and was grateful that for once they were happy to just play independently without waking us. We later learned why, in Kate's case at least, we were left alone.

Our dear friend Krista has carved out some time for us this afternoon to see what we can do. Oh boy!

2 comments:

NicoleAugust 8, 2009 at 5:10:00 AM MDT
Oh no!!! Those are CM scissors!! They're not meant for cutting hair!
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LaurelAugust 8, 2009 at 8:09:00 AM MDT
AAAHHHH! Good luck fixing it! Makes for a great tale though!
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Make up your mind to be happy-even when you don’t have money, even when you don’t have a clear complexion, even when you don’t have the Nobel Prize. Some of the happiest people I know have none of these things the world insists are necessary for satisfaction and joy. Why are they happy? I suppose it is because they don’t listen very well. Or they listen too well-to the things their hearts tell them. They glory in the beauty of the earth. They glory in the rivers and the canyons and the call of the meadowlark. They glory in the love of their families, the stumbling steps of a toddler, the wise and tender smile of the elderly. They glory in honest labor. They glory in the scriptures. They glory in the presence of the Holy Ghost. One thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. Don’t waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by. -- Joseph B. Wirthlin

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When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. --Wendell Berry