Hi people! It's October 31. I'm sitting here at the computer, giving you younger four siblings support through a walkie talkie. They are hiding under leaves and jumping out at people. (Especially teenagers) :-).
Since Dad said that we can't honk the horn when people walk by, we found a different way to scare them. (Dad did say it was okay to scare them as long as we don't honk the car horn - I know, it doesn't make much sense to me, but awell..)
Anyway, their mission sounds awfully fun, so I will join them now.
Ugg. My writing is really annoying me. Sorry, people. Well, I'm going now to help in the scaring brigade. Signing off!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Work
Work
Angela Morgan
Work!
Thank God for the might of it,
The ardor, the urge, the delight of it;
Work that springs form the heart's desire,
Setting the brain and the soul on fire-
Oh, what is so good as the heat of it,
And what is so glad as the beat of it,
And what is so kind as the stern command,
Challenging the brain and heart and hand?
Work!
Thanks God for the pride of it,
For the beautiful conquering tide of it,
Sweeping the life in its furious flood,
Thrilling the arteries, cleansing the blood,
Mastering stupor and dull despair,
Moving the dreamer to do and dare;
Oh, what is so good as the urge of it,
And what is so glad as the surge of it,
And what is so strong as the summons deep,
Rousing the torpid soul from sleep?
Work!
Thank God for the pace of it,
For the terrible, keen swift race of it;
Fiery steeds in full control,
Nostrils a-quiver to greet the goal.
Work, the Power that drives behind,
Guiding the purposes, taming the mind,
Holding the runaway wishes back,
Reining the will to one steady track,
Speeding the energies faster, faster,
Triumphing over disaster.
Oh, what is so good as the pain of it,
And what is so great of the gain of it?
And what is so kind as the cruel goad,
Forcing us on through the rugged road?
Work!
Thank God for the swing of it,
For the clamoring, hammering ring of it,
Passion of labor daily hurled
On the mighty anvils of the world.
Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
And what is so huge as the aim of it?
Thundering on through dearth and doubt,
Calling the plan of the Maker out.
Work, the Titan! Work the friend,
Shaping the earth to a glorious end,
Draining the swamps and blasting the hills,
Doing whatever the Spirit wills-
Rending a continent apart,
To answer the dream of the Master heart;
Thank God for a world where none may shirk-
Thank God for the spendlor of work
Angela Morgan
Work!
Thank God for the might of it,
The ardor, the urge, the delight of it;
Work that springs form the heart's desire,
Setting the brain and the soul on fire-
Oh, what is so good as the heat of it,
And what is so glad as the beat of it,
And what is so kind as the stern command,
Challenging the brain and heart and hand?
Work!
Thanks God for the pride of it,
For the beautiful conquering tide of it,
Sweeping the life in its furious flood,
Thrilling the arteries, cleansing the blood,
Mastering stupor and dull despair,
Moving the dreamer to do and dare;
Oh, what is so good as the urge of it,
And what is so glad as the surge of it,
And what is so strong as the summons deep,
Rousing the torpid soul from sleep?
Work!
Thank God for the pace of it,
For the terrible, keen swift race of it;
Fiery steeds in full control,
Nostrils a-quiver to greet the goal.
Work, the Power that drives behind,
Guiding the purposes, taming the mind,
Holding the runaway wishes back,
Reining the will to one steady track,
Speeding the energies faster, faster,
Triumphing over disaster.
Oh, what is so good as the pain of it,
And what is so great of the gain of it?
And what is so kind as the cruel goad,
Forcing us on through the rugged road?
Work!
Thank God for the swing of it,
For the clamoring, hammering ring of it,
Passion of labor daily hurled
On the mighty anvils of the world.
Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
And what is so huge as the aim of it?
Thundering on through dearth and doubt,
Calling the plan of the Maker out.
Work, the Titan! Work the friend,
Shaping the earth to a glorious end,
Draining the swamps and blasting the hills,
Doing whatever the Spirit wills-
Rending a continent apart,
To answer the dream of the Master heart;
Thank God for a world where none may shirk-
Thank God for the spendlor of work
Thursday, October 25, 2007
No Title- I'm tired of thinking up titles
This song is called Stand. It's by the same group that did the song Emily posted on her blog. I thought this one could be a good one to post, too.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Everytime you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
Oh
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Everytime you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
Oh
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Monday, October 22, 2007
Us
Taken on our vacation.... I think this is perfect for a music video cover. If we ever made a family music video. (Yeah, right.)
Let me know if you can see the picture.
Let me know if you can see the picture.
Okay, the picture's not working. I have to go to bed, so I'll get it on later...
Monday, October 15, 2007
I'm Nobody!
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog.
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
-Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog.
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
-Emily Dickinson
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Smile
Last night I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth, etc. when I heard the twins talking to Dad who had just gotten home from playing racket ball. They were arguing over who got to tell Dad a story about something that happened.
Allison: Dad! Today, two-
Sarah: Let me tell!
Allison: No, I'm telling!
Sarah: Two boys were-
Allison: Let me tell!
Sarah: No, I'm telling!
Allison and Sarah: I'm telling!
Allison: Two teenage boys-
Sarah: I'm telling! Two teenage boys-
I never heard what the story was, I think Dad stopped them and decided hearing the story was not worth the effort. (something like: "work it out and tell me the story tomorrow.")
I am so blessed! I am so happy! I just wish I could share my happiness with others, so they could have it too. What can I do to share all that I have with you? How can you understand how happy I am? Sometimes when I read your sad posts I read, shake my head, wondering, and hoping I can help you see how I am so joyful, and help you to be joyful, too.
The Lord has blessed me greatly, I will praise His name. Could I praise God if didn't have all I do? I think I could... I pray I could.
What else can I say? I am so blessed! The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. God is very good.
A couple hours later
I was baking cookies and I went out to the garage to where Katie, Nathan, Allison, and Sarah were playing (actually still are playing) and I saw Allison there with her bit of cookie dough. Nathan grabbed her hand and made her drop some of the cookie dough and so Katie, Nathan and Allison all went inside to help Allison get more dough. I went out side. I heard some crying. There's Sarah, bound up in jump ropes, scarves and rope, tied to a tree. Crying. Katie came outside and began to sheepishly untie her (putting all the blame, of course, on Nathan).
Ahh, I love my family.
Allison: Dad! Today, two-
Sarah: Let me tell!
Allison: No, I'm telling!
Sarah: Two boys were-
Allison: Let me tell!
Sarah: No, I'm telling!
Allison and Sarah: I'm telling!
Allison: Two teenage boys-
Sarah: I'm telling! Two teenage boys-
I never heard what the story was, I think Dad stopped them and decided hearing the story was not worth the effort. (something like: "work it out and tell me the story tomorrow.")
I am so blessed! I am so happy! I just wish I could share my happiness with others, so they could have it too. What can I do to share all that I have with you? How can you understand how happy I am? Sometimes when I read your sad posts I read, shake my head, wondering, and hoping I can help you see how I am so joyful, and help you to be joyful, too.
The Lord has blessed me greatly, I will praise His name. Could I praise God if didn't have all I do? I think I could... I pray I could.
What else can I say? I am so blessed! The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. God is very good.
A couple hours later
I was baking cookies and I went out to the garage to where Katie, Nathan, Allison, and Sarah were playing (actually still are playing) and I saw Allison there with her bit of cookie dough. Nathan grabbed her hand and made her drop some of the cookie dough and so Katie, Nathan and Allison all went inside to help Allison get more dough. I went out side. I heard some crying. There's Sarah, bound up in jump ropes, scarves and rope, tied to a tree. Crying. Katie came outside and began to sheepishly untie her (putting all the blame, of course, on Nathan).
Ahh, I love my family.
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