eight months

Spinach, peas, pink, jingle bells, daddy's beard and a good nap.

dear little dreamer

Holly Dear has been one of my favorite songs (on one of my favorite albums) throughout the last season.

Dear little dreamer 
You have not lost at all
Cause what slipped through your fingers
Has little to do with life at all

Holly dear, the dreams you dream 
Cannot be found by the wayside 
You should know 
In letting go

You’ll come to find what you hope for 
(You’ll come to find what you long for)

Dear little dreamer 
I’ll tell you this much is true 
If the whole world forsakes you
My heart is wide open for you

For every dream that goes to waste 
Will find new life before His face 
For all you could ever desire 
Is what He gives

It will inspire 
A love that lasts
A life lived well
And further than you can tell 
There are better things


Kristene DiMarco ©2012 Jesus Culture Music

thankful for every day of these three years

This was taken on January 30, 2010. I overflow with thankfulness for the gift God has given to me in this man, so thankful to be the bride of a loving, growing, God-fearing husband.

And this is a month or two ago. A little older, a little more tired, a little more sad, a lot more rich, a lot more deep and a lot closer. What a treasure I have been entrusted with, to have this man as my one. I wonder with joy at what the next three years will bring.

May he be blessed by the Lord, 

whose kindness has not forsaken the living or the dead! 

Ruth 2:20

seven months!

A very, very cold day. A trip to the ER. Sweet potatoes. Talk about adventure!

collection of the cutie from the last month

tidings of comfort and joy

It's been a happy season and a cold season and a sorrowful season and a few lines from songs have been ringing in my heart. Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy. O, tidings of comfort and joy! being one of them. I hear those words and I think, uh ...really?! Do we sing that now? And I get a little embarrassed and uncomfortable to sing that when I my neighbor's suddenly a widower, when twenty children just died in Connecticut, when sex trafficking is a major world issue and babies can't get vaccines.

But those angels came on a pitch dark night, after four HUNDRED years of silence. Absolute silence from the heavens. No promised baby, no king, no conqueror. No Spirit. But just silence. A dark, dark night. A promise had been made, but then there was nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing at all for generations.

And generations.

And people stumbled around--waiting, hoping, making up rules. And then one night the sky burst open and glory 

and the angel 

and

Fear not!

For behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people!

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, 

who is Christ the Lord!

And this will be a sign for you:

You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.

huh?! a manger?

And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly hosts praising God

Glory to God in the highest,

and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests!

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So, it looks to me like if those angels burst forth in rejoicing like that, then they must know something bigger than we can see. And since, like they announced, we're of the people on whom God's favor rests, it is time to sing from the depths of the darkness to the highest heavens, tidings of comfort and joy.

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day

To save us all from Satan's power when we had gone astray

O, tidings of comfort and joy!

I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage…that in the world’s finale at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify what has happened. (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)