Sunday, November 29, 2009
raise the roof for the Rock who saved us!
Let's march into his presence singing praises,
lifting the rafters with our hymns!
And why? Because God is the best,
High King over all the gods.
In one hand he holds deep caves and caverns,
in the other hand grasps the high mountains.
He made Ocean--he owns it!
His hands sculpted Earth!
So come, let us worship; bow before him,
on your knees before God, who made us!
Oh yes, he's our God,
and we're the people he pastures, the flock he feeds.
Psalms 95:1-7 (The Message)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
keep your mouth
or swallow a few.
shut your eyes
or squint in and
trap one or two.
can't be outside
or plan for some
stuck in your hair
or your teeth
or your wear.
alas, no deep breaths
facemask or cloth;
the lack of either
means a gag or a cough.
come on freeze,
it's time to deliver.
frigid cold weather
purple bug season.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Orange is the color. I can't really decide how MUCH more I like orange than red and green, but orange wins hands down. There was this one double knit pant suit my mom made me (think 70's and an orange and white hounds tooth pattern)...I think that may have been pushing it. Ok, it WAS pushing it. But I have always loved orange. I believe I felt pretty hot in that pantsuit! We also lived in Arizona. So think, sweaty, hot, double knit, bright orange and white hounds tooth pantsuit. Enough said.
Fast forward to today, and my precious little grandson shows promising signs of loving orange just like his nana! Ah, delightful boy. Papa and nana took our bundle on his first pumpkin patch visit. He absolutely LOVED the pumpkins and oranges and gourds and squash and bumps and Indian corn colors (tried to eat them, in fact). He was wearing an awesome onsie with orange and some picture. All I can remember is I love orange on him. And all I can do is look at his sweet little grin. Who knows what his shirt said?
Fall is the perfect season. Oranges, reds, yellows, pumpkins, squash, corn, and cool days with fall blue skies and approaching storms. Perfect grandbabies with adorable faces.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I am no longer in a retirement/unemployed status. And just to let you know, it is seriously cutting into my free time! Things like this blog have suffered...as well as sleep time, hubby time, friend time, shopping time, writing time, stamping time, crafting time...What has increased is my stress level, which shows itself in my jaw and neck, and probably the width of the view (of me) from behind. But the sacrifice is worth every second. That is what I am telling myself when I get up at 5:30 am each day, and head home usually around 6:00 pm at night.
But seriously, God provided a teaching job for me at the 11th hour before the school year began. One week before students, I was hired. It has been a whirlwind of planning, preparing, cleaning, making, searching, talking...and the Superstars are off and running. The last month has hurled me into the world of teaching, from which I had a few years of a hiatus. Well, a break from formal teaching...
Harrah Community Christian School is my place of rest, I mean where I teach. I really wanted my own classroom. God gave me my own building! I did not want to teach higher than 3rd. I am teaching a combo class of 2nd-3rd graders. I've heard horror stories about class sizes between 27-31 in public schools. I have a lovely 12 students. I wanted to be able to share my faith. I am required to teach Bible and pray in class! I missed relationships with colleagues. HCCS has a very small staff of 5 teachers and 4 support personnel. And each one of them is a blessing to me. I think they must be ready to pull out some more hair every time I ask yet another question, but they don't show that to me. :) The coffers were getting pretty empty, dry, and dusty. Now there is a bit of lolly floating around. A bit. And even though my hours are long now, I think it's a part of God's plan to keep my mind occupied while our son serves overseas in a dangerous location...Being very busy keeps me with less time to worry and fret (which is wrong anyway, since God is taking care of it all).
I'd say, things are going great for us. Blessings upon blessings. Now, I just need the strength to keep up! But the Lord will provide.
All in all, I'd say Thanks-for-giving will take on some in-depth meaning this year.
(Photo 1-From the back, my building is the one on the far right; Photo 2-Lovely chapel window; Photo 3-Front view of HCCS)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Families on Mission, Teaching Your Preschooler to Love, Share, and Care (New Hope Publishers) by Angie Quantrell
(Notice several other books in the image - the "I Can" Series published by Woman's Missionary Union, also written by yours truly.)
I Can Pray by Angie Quantrell
I Can Give by Angie Quantrell
I Can Do It! by Angie Quantrell
I Can Be More Like Jesus by Angie Quantrell
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
1. Go rock hunting with your child. Let him or her invite a friend. Check fields, river sides, beaches, or anyplace rocks grow. Wink, wink. (Make sure you are allowed to hunt rocks.) Place dirty rocks in a canvas bag or cardboard box.
2. Fill a large tub with water. Provide old toothbrushes and bar soap. Let your child and his/her friend soak the rocks, brush soap off of the bar, and then scrub the rocks clean. If you are concerned about dirt and stains, make sure the children wear old clothes or cover up with one of your work shirts. The rock hunters will have a ball by themselves. Or, you can play along and throw in comments like: Which rock is heavier? Oh, that rock is shaped like a square. Which rock do you think looks like a ladybug? This rock is so smooth. That one is bumpy and lumpy...Encourage the children to decide what rocks resemble - the sillier, the more fun.
3. Let the rocks and kids dry in the sun. :)
4. If you want decorated rocks, place newspaper on a table, squirt acrylic paints on a paper plate, and put paintbrushes next to dry, clean rocks. Invite the artists to create their masterpiece rocks. For more permanent designs, when paint is dry, spray a coat of clear acrylic sealer over the top and let it dry. If you don't need permanence, arrange the rocks in the garden and the paint will eventually fade and flake off of the rocks.
5. Repeat steps as necessary.
Before you know it, you will have rock fiends of your own.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I LOVE this account. On the Sabbath, the men did not go to church or the temple, but out of the city and down to the riverside. Where, as God would have it, they happened upon women who were meeting in a spot where prayer usually occured. The men sat down and interacted with the women, joining them where they were and guiding them further along the path of search for Truth. Down by the river, men and women discussing Scripture and recent happenings in the region.
No bells, whistles, or trappings. The choir was absent, the temple walls gone, the music and musicians silent. No Sunday school, coffee fellowship, clocks, power points, hymnals, air conditioning, cushy pews, or sound systems. Just the Gospel and interested people. Small groups discussing real heart matters. Simply Jesus. Nothing else.
Relationships. Common interests. Discussion. Seeking. Contemplation. Prayer. And the Word of Jesus was heard and glorified.
Now a certain woman named Lydia heard us. She was a seller of purple from the city of Thyatira, who worshipped God. The Lord opened her heart to heed the things spoken by Paul. And when she and her household were baptized, she begged us, saying, "If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come to my house and stay." So she persuaded us. Acts 16:14-15
Did she meet only near the river outside of the city? No. She opened her home and welcomed others in. Something big happened in Lydia's life that day. She went from a small group to the Church - as in THE Church, made up of all believers throughout time. I would love to follow her life to see what else Lydia, a woman of influence and wealth (purple dye very costly to harvest and make, and cloth dyed purple was reserved for royalty and the rich), did the rest of her life after that meeting outside the city.
But it all began very simply. By the river. When God opened her heart.Small start. Keep it simple.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
1. A clever, witty remark often prompted by the occasion.
2. A clever, often sarcastic remark; a gibe.
3. A petty distinction or objection; a quibble.
4. Something curious or odd.
A quest (kwest) n. =
a search for something, especially a long or difficult one
a journey in search of something, especially one made by knights in medieval tales
Quantrell here. Just in case you didn't know the definition of a quip or a quest...I suggest that LIFE is a long and/or difficult/and exciting quest. I have the knight in shining armor (thank you, dear) and some of my past days and events suggest tales (as in tall or unbelievable tales), which are stories. In short, welcome to a blog about life, filled with stories. Along the way, new finds and discoveries, questions, troubles, trials, and victories will emerge from the pen and paper (ok, computer and keyboard). Let it be known that we may encounter monsters of one kind or another along the path. Most assuredly, or the tale would be incomplete. But in the end, this princess of the High King will live in the Castle of Eternity. Oooh, that sounds exciting! Join me.