Friday, August 31, 2007

Shiloh...


Now here is a sweet dog. Not the brightest one in the litter, but the sweetest, surely. A little destructive, hence the relegation to the great outdoors. My dear dad always thought it was weird that we had made rambunctious Shiloh an indoor dog. Well, he was family, after all. Well, he's still family. Just outdoor family now. That's what happens when you do an expensive remodel job - and Shiloh never gets the memo.
I thought I would highlight him today. In this picture he's looking up at Laura, who is now in faraway Italy. He's looking forward to her coming back in a few months so he can look up at her again... and get a hug.

As I type I can hear him barking. He's keeping us safe.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Italy . . .


Italy has one more beautiful person living there. Her picture is in the previous post. In this post is the Italian flag. Just so you know.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Laura Katherine and Samuel Williams VI


This is Laura Katherine Carmack. Tomorrow (August 27, 07) she flies to Florence, Italy, where she will study for four months. Please pray for her.

And this is Will (with his dad). Tomorrow he turns 23 years old. Pray for him, too!
Thank you!
-their mom

Saturday, August 25, 2007

TODAY




I'm ON today. . . as opposed to yesterday, when I was OFF.
And while being ON I will celebrate the country I love (Besides the U. S. of A.). BRASIL!!! (Only the 'illiterate' put a Z in that word.)

Friday, August 24, 2007

NOT TODAY

This is my NOT TODAY day. I have clothes to wash, furniture to dust, groceries to get, weeds to pull, slacks to iron, a bill to pay, etc., etc., etc., etc. I never can get everything crossed off my list, because I'm always adding stuff. And I have a dream life... think about working mothers who never get to take a NOT TODAY day. (Well, another thing I won't do today- feel guilty because I get to have a NOT TODAY day.)

So there.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Notting Hill...


Last summer I was here. I may not look too happy in this picture - but I was feeling glorious. Magnificent. I was expecting to see Hugh Grant any moment. That's why I was kind of squinting.

I just wanted to relive this.
And to impress you.

(Hugh never showed... but I think I may have seen his quirky roommate.)

Monday, August 20, 2007

Sam.....



This is he. Him. The one. He's 'posing' here. Don't you think he's cute?
Back in the early seventies I prayed for him in all my 'quiet times'. I didn't know him. And yet I did. He was just one of the many people whose names I knew on campus. Little did I know that one day he would be the one- THE ONE- I would give my heart to. I had decided that maybe God had wanted me to be single. And I had become OKAY with that. Really. I had become so okay with that. Hmmm. Maybe that was when I was ready to meet HIM. SAM the MAN.
Oh my, I just got to thinking about him - and how he IS human. He snores. Sometimes he is not the most romantic fella in the world. ('Course neither am I.) BUT SOMETIMES HE IS.
God let me marry him. I know God did. And I'm so glad. So very very very glad.

I just thought I'd share that... for today

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Hurricane Dean . . .

Hurricane Dean is threatening South Texas. I remember being threatened. I grew up down there, and I remember days with no electricity, which meant no school. I'm thinking that school has not started for those kids yet, so RATS, they don't get to miss school.
I can remember looking out my bedroom window when everything was still. Just moments before the trees were bending from the winds. And then, suddenly everything was still, quiet, and very eery. That meant we were in the eye of the hurricane. I can remember the awe. (You'd think I'd remember the name of the hurricane. I think it was Beulah. (I need to do a google search.)) Anyway, we didn't have any damage to our house, but I do remember the national news. They showed pictures of houses that looked completely devastated. We all knew that they were houses that were BEING built. I will never forget that. I mean, on ABC, CBS and NBC Nightly News, they were showing these 'horrible' pictures of houses that were ruined by the hurricane. Ha!!! What a crock. Those houses were 'in ruins' BEFORE the storm!! It made me suspicious of the media, which continues to this day. No, I'm NOT suspicious. I KNOW .... it's all about sensationalism.

I didn't start this post being a cynic. . .



-8:45 pm - see my GRACE NOTES blog for a prayer request.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Proud Mama




This picture was made in the spring of '05, but I think the two lovelies look like that today, pretty much. Laura is wearing heals, and I'm not, hence the height difference. Anyway, I found this picture just now and wanted to share it.

If you haven't guessed, I just found out the other day (from the smart beauty on the right) just how easy it is to put pictures on my blog site. I was so excited that I have written two posts in a short time today - with pictures. As you can see, they highlight my two offspring. (Don't miss Will's picture below.)

August 27 marks a big day for both of them. Will turns 23 that day , and Laura boards a plane for Florence, Italy for a study-abroad program. She is majoring in Art History at Baylor and there is no greater place to study that than in Florence.

I better go or my words will make it so that you won't see the picture unless you scroll down. Oh wait. I think the picture will be to the left. Hmm. We'll see....

Oh, okay--- I cut and pasted so it will be at the top.. ..... I think.
Oh, now I've looked at it and think that I should have made the picture bigger. Oh well. I just need to get the hang of this....

Proud Mama

Here's my firstborn - playing in the first service in our new building at Bear Valley Community Church. This coming Sunday he'll play keyboard.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Caroline has left the building.

It was a sweet, yet short, visit. I honestly don't think I've ever known a more precious baby, nor one with more personality. Oh my. She is a dear.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

She's back!


It's only for 2 nights, but little Caroline is back! She has two teeth now and she can hold her own bottle. She's a little bigger now and she sits up and can even crawl a little. She is the center of attention, the belle of the ball. Oh my, I love her so.
Her parents aren't bad, either. Not bad at all.

So they haven't decided where to live. Dallas or Houston. If you know me you know that Dallas is the hub of my universe, so I'm not even believing that they are struggling to know God's will. I KNOW GOD'S WILL. . . if they would just ask me. Well, they don't even have to ask me-- the 'Big D' written on my forehead is their sign.

Seriously, it is a big decision, and I shouldn't be irreverent and sarcastic when it comes to knowing what God wants for them to do. I AM reminded of a saying I heard years ago: Love God and do as you please. The first part of that must- MUST- precede the second part, then what you do will please God. 'Course the problem is knowing what pleases you... when both choices are great. Hmm. Then there's the 'ought to' business. What 'ought I to do'? Well, I guess then you should go back to 'Love God and do as you please."
OR there's the Hudson Taylor process. He was deciding whether to go to China as a missionary or not. I forget what the other option was. Anyway, he decided to claim the verse, 2 Tim. 1:7, about God giving us a sound mind. (That's from the King James Version.) He wrote down all the pros and cons for going to China, and decided to go there.

Well, I'm just rambling. But my heart goes out to John and Elizabeth. And so do my prayers. I can't believe how much I love them. And if they decide on Houston, I will be okay. I think. (It's all about me.)

And Susan H., if you're reading this I DID get your comment (I finally read it!) on my post about the Clintons. Thank you!!!!!

Friday, August 10, 2007

P. A.

I had never had a 'personal assistant' until yesterday. Now I recommend it to anyone and everyone.

I realized I was going to need help getting our big, rowdy dog to the vet way across town, as well as help completely redoing my booth in the antique mall, which I'd been wanting to do for some time. Then I thought about Bailey Jo. She was not working and her college classes hadn't started yet . . . so, why not hire her? Great decision. Atta-girl, Nancy.

It was wonderful. She helped in everyway, plus we had fun together. Thanks so much, Bailey. And Linh, too, who joined us for a while. I so enjoyed the day, which, otherwise, would have been just 'work'.

On a different note, our church is moving into its new building this Sunday. Wednesday night was a prayer meeting for it. It was very touching. What was particularly touching was this man who prayed in my prayer group. We had divided up into different areas to pray. I went to the sound and light booth to pray, just because there was only one person (Jim) there. Well, another man soon came whom I had never met. Jim or I should have said, 'you can pray silently, you don't have to pray outloud', but we didn't. (We usually say that at our church because we know there are many people who have great fear of praying outloud in public (understandably).) Well, after Jim prayed his prayer outloud, then I prayed my prayer outloud, there was silence. I was feeling awkward for this man, and I almost prayed a closing prayer like, "Lord, we ask these things in your name, Amen." Before I could open my mouth, he said quietly, something like, "I have never prayed a prayer out in public, you know, in front of other people before, but I do want to say a few things here. Thank you for this church. I have never felt welcome in a church before. I don't know what to say, but that. Thank you for making me feel like I belong."
That was all he said. But that was so enough.
It reminded me of why our church is here. And it so helped me know how to pray for our church - and for those coming for the first time this Sunday.

I almost stayed home from that prayer meeting. I'm glad I didn't.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Funny Joke

A traveler, lost on a rainy night, stumbles across a monastery and takes shelter there.

Fortunately, she's just in time for dinner, which turns out to be the best fish and chips she's ever had. After dinner, she goes into the kitchen and asks "Excuse me, but who cooked that meal?"

Two of the brothers step forward in response. "Hello, I'm Brother Michael, and this is Brother Charles."

"Pleased to meet you both. I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful dinner." Both brothers smile and murmur "Thank you, our pleasure."

"Out of curiosity, who cooked what?"

Brother Charles said, "Well, I'm the fish friar."

She winces, turns pale, and says to the other brother, "Oh, no. Then you must be..."

"Yes, I'm the chip monk."

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Interesting . . .

A kind of hobby of mine is collecting weird facts. I usually end my e-mails to my offspring with one. I thought it might be fun to post a few (I found these on the internet . . . surely they're true!):

The largest living thing on the face of the Earth is a mushroom underground in Oregon, it measures three and a half miles in diameter.

Napoleon made his battle plans in a sandbox.

A surfer once sued another surfer for "stealing his wave." The case was thrown out because the court was unable to put a price on "pain and suffering" endured by the surfer watching someone else ride "his" wave.

In Israel, religious law forbids picking your nose on Sabbath.

See ya! (That's not a weird fact. . . and it's probably true, but maybe not.)

Monday, August 6, 2007

Something New!

Maybe I have too much time on my hands. (NO!!!!! ---- I used to have NO time on my hands -- so don't take time away from me now!!!)

Well, with the wonderful time I have on my hands and feet and brain, etc., I started a new blog called Grace Notes. It's about me and God . . . and for whoever wants to 'listen' in. You can find it by going to my profile - go to the bottom and click Grace Notes. (I would need those instructions, but if you're reading this, you probably don't.)

I'm excited.

(I know it's presumptious of me to think people would actually WANT to ready ANOTHER blog of mine (!) - but, shoot, if nobody else reads it, I (underline I) will read it - and I'm somebody. !!!!!)

I'm excited.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

More upbeat now

I've quit obsessing at how I detest the Clintons. I need to move on. . .

I love getting up before anyone else gets up. The quietness of the house is so serene. mm.
And I love Saturday mornings. "Love" is a strong word. When we lived in Brazil we found that that word was strictly used for strong affection between people. They would never-ever think of saying something like, "I love ice cream" or "I love Saturday mornings ."
I'm not in Brazil now, and I LOVE Saturday mornings, especially when everyone else in the house is asleep. It's not that I don't LOVE being with them when they are awake, I just LOVE time alone. . . with myself. I find there is something so therapeutic about solitude. I wouldn't want it all the time, then I might get lonely, but occasionally, like this morning, it is very sweet. mm.

I guess I'm needing the solitude more this week. I have a dear elderly mother. . . and being her only child now, well, I've had to do some taking care of her this week. On Wednesday she was taken by ambulance (!) to the hospital, with the fear that she was having another heart attack. Thankfully she wasn't! She had been lifting some boxes and evidently got some pains that were not unsimilar to heart attack pains. I'm so glad she had it all checked out . . . and got a good report. Whew!
That, and helping her with all the 'stuff' of life, has made me particularly enjoy this quiet, early morning.

Sometimes I sit and look at my surroundings as if they were a still life portrait/picture. It makes them seem more beautiful somehow. And it makes me think about what went on last in this room. Like how the guitar is kind of randomly set on the guitar case. And how the matching ottomans are lined up funny, and how Laura's guitar notebook has papers 'falling' out of it. It really is a dear thing - thinking about the activity in here last night.

Life is sweet . . . when I stop and notice it.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Thoughts on Hillary

She won't get my vote.

It's not because I'm not a Democrat.
It's not because of politics at all.
It's not because she's a woman. I would LOVE having a woman as president.
It's mainly because of her husband. . . and how their marriage is a farce.

And that her husband was an example to a whole nation of young people on how to 'have sex without having sex'. His actions condoned oral sex - which began happening in high schools, and middle schools everywhere. Oh, it was happening before - but nothing -NOTHING - like it was after his example.

Why don't I read or hear about this?

Well, I'm posting this - because I want it known - in my own little way - why I won't vote for Hillary. I realize she didn't do what Bill did, but, well, i just don't want that 'couple' in the White House.

(I know, I usually have upbeat posts.)