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Life is So Full of a Number of Things: Facebook Friends

Life is So Full of a Number of Things: Facebook Friends

Here is a boundless article on Facebook that I liked:
http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001990.cfm?utm_id=emailafriend&utm_campaign=1

Photo Record

Allie & Annie

Taliah, Jared, Anneke

We were watching the buffs to make sure they didn't wander on to the road. That was our "rodeo" day. We spent all day getting them rounded up and back to their own pasture.

Jason, Jim and Jeremy gutting turkeys in the yard.

Jared on the trampoline at Uncle John & Aunt Melanie's

Sweet times with Uncle Arnie

An amazing evening with Mr. & Mrs. Finnamore

Taliah had her first manicure by her cousin Lacey.

She also lost her first tooth that week.

Reading glasses

Shooting blow darts with Uncle Scott

Anneke & Taliah

Aiden's U8 Soccer team

Uncle Andrew's singing "Bill Harlan's Goat."

Alethia likes to play dress up.

Twin Time

I'd Rather Be Gardening, Wouldn't You?

It's just that I have a love affair with summer. We have had the most delicious nights with the sun setting late. I can smell the lilacs, the apple blossoms, the grape blossoms; it's a heady, swoony feeling. I want to go out and check the seedlings one more time, swing on the tire, dig a bucket of dandelions, reintroduce my bare feet to the soil, walk, run, go on a road trip, read a great book, dream of childhood, climb a tree, hold hands, name the constellations . . . Don't you?
Every summer I get this feeling of intense longing. I remember feeling it in Kansas as a child, in Nebraska wtih Grandma & Grandpa, in Cote d'Ivoire as a teen, in Wisconsin as a young adult, and still now. The other day I was driving down a tree-lined lane in North Platte, seeing ladies working in their lawns and people walking and garage sales and I felt so overwhelmed by longing that my chest was tight. I long for peace and rest from drama & worry. I long for all the pains I pray for to be healed and no longer burdensome. I long for there to be an evening of pure childhood innocence of the world's evils. As I was driving that day, it occurred to me that what I am pining for is Heaven! At first I felt a little dismayed that I never can completely have these longings fulfilled here, but then a quick sense of relief and a little more understanding of the meaning of Heaven. There will be no night there. Just basking in the light of Jesus' glory, and OH! Pouring out all my stored-up worship for ever and ever, and green growing things and peace.