Monday, May 10, 2010


As is usual around here lately, I'm extremely busy during the week (work every day, go out most evenings) and am extremely not busy on the weekends (the kids, Clint and Drew, move into my mom's place, AKA the party house, on Friday evening/Saturday morning and rarely come home before midnight on Sunday.)

Shannon, who'd been staying with me all week, left on Saturday as well, so the house felt exceptionally empty. So, after I dropped Drew off at my mom's, I went for a drive. In my truck.

I opened the sunroof and let the SUN. SHINE. IN.
On my head.
And it was good.

My Escape has never been to the cabin and was dying to see it, so we headed east, my ride and me.
The yard was full of rabbits.
Here. Look.
I caught one with my camera, mid-flight:

We should play a Seek.n Find game. How many can you see in the photo below?

My sister has spent the better part of the fall and winter organizing the renos at the cabin.
The old, rotting beams and railings are gone:
New wrought iron and plexi glass railings are up:

The exterior is in the midst of getting painted. Black accents with greyish-green shakes:
Before and after:

From the rear:
And the front.
Thanks Jule for all the sacrifices you've made to make these renovation project happen. You've made good decisions and are simply awesome.

It was sunny and HOT everywhere else in the lower mainland except where I was. So I closed my sunroof and drove into the storm like the thrill seeker I am.
On the other side was the field of tulips that Marg blogged about. I had to see them for myself. I did. And it was good:
Dear God,

In this hour of quiet, I come to you.

From the fret and fever of this day's business, from the world's discordant noises, from the blame and praise of those around me, from the confused thoughts and negative imaginings of my heart, I would now turn aside and seek the quietness of Your presence.
All day long I have been at war with my thoughts, but now, in the stillness of the evening and in light of Your eternity, I ponder the pattern my life has been weaving.

May there fall upon me now, O God, a great sense of Your power and glory, so that I may see all earthly things in their true measure. Let me not be ignorant of this great thing: that one day is with You as a thousand years... and a thousand years as one day.
Give me such an understanding of Your perfect holiness that it will end all pride in my own accomplishments. Grant me the vision of Your created beauty so that I will be dissatisfied with all lesser beauties.
I am content, Father, to leave my life in Your hands, believing that the very hairs on my head are numbered by You. I am content to give over my will to Your control, believing I can find in You a righteousness that I could never have won for myself.

I am content to leave all my dear ones in Your care, believing that Your love for them is greater than my own. I pray Your will be done in the lives of Clint, Max and Drew and that You use my life for Your purposes.

And thanks for inventing tulips, sunshine, Ford Escapes, and pencils.

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