Happy New Years Eve! I am really excited about my post for tomorrow. I really can't wait! So it is the last day of 2011 and we are moving into 2012. A new year, new beginnings, maybe a new calling from God to you. We just spent the afternoon with some sweet friends that we moved away from quite a long time ago. Love you guys! Have a happy New Year, and let God be in it, I pray.

Love...

Joy...

Faith...

Obedience...

My 2012 study, starting on January 1st. Join me here on my blog, and study with me. I don't think you will be disappointed...

Christmas was great! We are so abundandly blessed. We spent Christmas day with our Grammy and Papa, and then the day after Christmas we went to my Mimi and Papa's house and spent the day with them and my cousins Ashley and Gage and my Uncle Chad and Aunt Sara. This weekend we are going to spend time with our Papa Jim Bob. Claire got a pocket knife. Our little tom boy! Ana got a trycicle,and I got an airplane ticket to go to one of my favorite places in the world! Can't wait to see you guys! (Emily, Ellie, Mrs.Ana...) I hope your Christmas was a good one and that you had a good time celibrating the birth of our savoir. I know I did!

Christmas Eve People!

"This is the day that the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalms 188:24

Tomorrow we celebrate the birth of our Savior! Last minuet things are being prepared.
Today is Christmas Eve People!
Is any one getting excited? Not for the presents, or the candy, but for celebrating the birth of our Savior! Our Prince, humbled himself, and came in to the world through a virgin, Mary. A little baby, helpless like our little Caleb Josiah. He had to depend on Mary for everything. Just like Caleb has to depend on every thing from Mom.

"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins."
Matthew 1:21

SAVE HIS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

Save us! He came just for us! Like a child running into their daddy's arms. The daddy saves. Abba! He is going to save his people! Save US!

It is fun to give, and I really enjoyed making almost all my presents this year. (Yes, I am blogging at 7:00 in the morning. So not a morning girl!) Grammy and Papa are on their way, and we meet them this morning! Can't wait to see Mimi and Papa too later in the week! And Papa Jim Bob!Don't forget the true meaning of Christmas.

"Blessed is the one who reads the words of this prophecy, and blessed are those who hear it and take to heart what is written in it, because the time IS near."
Revelation 1:3

Having internet problems, but in the mean time happy birthday to Claire! 9 years old! More updates coing soon!

Katy

Memorial Box Monday: Faith for a Friend

This is a story of faith and friendship, which only God can do


In 2007 we moved back to a little town in the south, where only almighty God would lead us back to. I remeber being lonley, and girl of 8, just moved into a big house which seemed empty. Preparing to go to a new school (we did not homeschool at the time). I was looking out a window in the dining room, watching the big yellow school drop off a girl about my age. A gleam of hope was in my heart. Maybe a friend...

For the next week I would rush to my bed room window to see the girl get off and walk home. One day I was doing just this when my Dad whispered behind me, "Why don't you go talk to her." I was lonley for a friend, as I had left mine behind, and sweet friends they still are. (I was just texting with one today)! How many days had it been since I had seen them? It seemed like years, when it was not yet a month.

So the first day of school came. I was starting in the middle of the year. So nautraly I would be nervous to start a new school, but even more so in the middle of the year. A couple days before I had met the school couseler, and my teacher, Mrs.Barker. One of our life long friends taught in teh same grade at the school, so it was comforting to have her near.

After lunch we drove to the school, Mrs.Barker led me down the hall to the music room, where the class was just finishing up. The class walked out of the room in a single file line, and one of the boys said, "hey is this the new girl you were telling us about?" I blushed and walked behind Mrs.Barker back to the class room. I got on pretty well.

Allot of nights I would cry for a friend. Mom and Dad would comfort me. I got to know my neighbor, and the other neighbor boy who I considered annoying at the time (sorry Sam). Now he is a very good friend.

The neighbor girl, well I'm just tell the short story. She hurt me very badly for breaking the forming friendship, and teasing, and other things I am not going to share. She was not the friend God intended for me. I have forgiven her, though it was very hard.

About a year later, after starting to homeschool after a not so good first few months in the third grade. I was still crying for a friend. Mom whispered, "pray." Dad whispered, "pray." God whispered, "pray."

So I started praying, and sure enough, two very dear friends, yes TWO, not one but TWO very, very dear friends came along. And our friendship is still strong today. They are christian girls, sisters. Hannah and Grace. My Mom invited the girls and there family to lunch one day and it went from there! I had faith that God would bring me friends. I had too, or I wouldn't of meant my prayers. My Mom and Dad had faith, and God was FAITHFUL!!!

Love you two! And all you:
Emily, Ellie, Sam, The Pauls, The Tuckers, and more...

We had Faith, and God was FAITHFUL!!!

Memorial Box Monday: after the rain

Before we moved the latest time, it rained a lot where we lived. You would see rubber boots, and umbrellas a lot. And as usually with rain, you get thunder and lightning too. The thunder was loud, and the lightning bright and big. At times it would just sprinkle on and off all week. Other times it would pour for a week non stop. And as we have moved I have noticed that I miss the rain. It's comforting pitter patter, and the big BOOM of the thunder that woke us in the night. After a particular big storm our neighbor, who has some acreage, had some tree's fall down. And her little boy of age ten played with us alot, and after these big storms we would go down to the pond, or the tree house, or go exploring. So after a rainy week when it finally decided to clear, we went down to the pond, rubber boot's and all. And as Ms.Robyn called after us, "don't get to close to the pond" we were off. There is a big log, about the size of two big men laying down right at the edge of the pond that Sam and Claire would sit on and throw rocks into the pond. And I, not wanting to get to close stood further back. So on that occasion we were following tracks right by the edge of the water, and after following for a while Sam and Claire went back to the log, and I just stayed standing, looking at the water for a while. So I, getting tired of that after a while, tried to walk back to the place where Claire and Sam were. I could not move. "Guys, um, I think I'm stuck." "Katy, your just kidding." "No I'm not, seriously, I can't move." Another tug at my feet. So they came over to examine while I loosed my feet a little, only to sink further into the mud. "Let's try to dig her out," suggested Sam. So Claire and Sam got there hands in and started to try to dig, which only made it worse, and I sinking in further. Another tug from me. "I can't get my feet out." "I guess you'll just have to take your feet out of the boots." "Okay." (with a sigh) So out came the feet and the socks being ruined my the mud. So after more tugging of the boots, Claire went to go get Ms.Robyn, who came back with a shovel, and dug, my boots out of the mud. And after her giving me grace, and Mom for the socks, I got a lot of grace that day, and now the story is funny, and it reminds me of the rain, that I love.

Memorial Box Monday

Today I start Memorial Box Monday. So on Mondays I will be sharing memories (which I love and hold dear). To see the person's blog who started this click on the button above.

Different Angles

Have you ever looked at the different angles of a person?


It's very interesting.

And as you look at the different angles of our Caleb Josiah, you will notice that the different angles, show you different things about that person.

These are just a couple of pictures, but when you get to know someone, you will know the different angles of them.

Inside and out.

Notice the different angles, even the toes.

We have a new member of the family...

She's a little hairier than usual...

It's a...

Puppy!

Sonya

FAITH... part two

(click the title and scroll down to the bottom of the page to read part one)

What is FAITH?

The other day my sister Claire was reciting the verse, and without faith it is impossible to please God. Ana was sitting right there in Mom's lap, and as little ones do they chose a word of your sentence to repeat and to ask what is it. So this is the word she chose,

FAITH.

She said, "Mommy, what is FAITH?" A TWO YEAR OLD! Asking what faith is. You might say it's just a coincidence that she choose that word, but we know it is not. And so Mom gave her the simple answer, "Believing God." Believing God? Just believing God that he will be faithful. Truly just believing God. That's having faith. Over the past week or so, faith has been popping in every corner of our life. We were out of town Thanksgiving weekend, we went to another church. Guess what the preacher taught about, faith! God says if you have just have faith as small as a mustard seed, and then it will grow. A mustard seed is pretty small. Tiny. If YOU have FAITH as small as a mustard seed.

"...I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small

as a mustard seed, you can say to the mountain,

move from here to there and it will move..."

Matthew 17:20

We just have to have Faith as small as a mustard seed. We just have to Believe God. What is FAITH? It's Believing God.

Growin Boy

If you haven't noticed how chubby I'm getting...

Like under the chin...

And the cheeks...

I'm a growin boy!

A Pot of Stew

Yesterday I chopped and peeled tons of carrots, while Claire and Ana played play dough, and Caleb just hung out.



Mom stirred the bubbling stew we were making for our home group. Peeling onions, cutting potatoes, making stew (that smelled so good if I do say so myself). But what I thought of as I was helping making this stew was, isn't the world, and God, kinda like a pot of stew? The chef, and the ingredients. The seasoning and the boiling water. God as the chef, making, and creating things that are good. The angels as his kitchen help. We as the ingredients, the enemy as the boiling water. The creation around us as the seasoning. As I love to cook, I think God showed me this as I was making this stew. And then, isn't God the baker and we the dough? Him kneading us into the shape he desires, but only if we allow him too. And then I thought. Isn't the pie crust our outer shell, and the pie filling our spiritual stuff inside. Not always sweet, but sometimes sour. Wow, it's amazing what God can show you through a pot of stew.