Monthly Archives: May 2009

Musings on ……. Common Thread Through Scripture


Psalm 55:22 Cast your burden on the Lord,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved.


Isaiah 26:3 You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
for the Lord God is an everlasting rock.

Isaiah 41:10 fear not, for I am with you;
be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.


Isaiah 43: 1 But now thus says the Lord,
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.

Fear not, for I am with you;

Matthew 6:25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? [7] 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.


Hebrews 13:5 Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” So we can confidently say,


“The Lord is my helper;
I will not fear;
what can man do to me?”


1 Peter 5:6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

Whats the common thread here?

Musings on…. Phil 4:8


Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,  whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.


  • august, venerable, reverend
  • to be venerated for character, honourable
    1. of persons
    2. of deeds
  • Right:

    righteous, observing divine laws

    1. in a wide sense, upright, righteous, virtuous, keeping the commands of God
      1. of those who seem to themselves to be righteous, who pride themselves to be righteous, who pride themselves in their virtues, whether real or imagined
      2. innocent, faultless, guiltless
      3. used of him whose way of thinking, feeling, and acting is wholly conformed to the will of God, and who therefore needs no rectification in the heart or life 1a
    2. only Christ truly
      1. approved of or acceptable of God
    3. in a narrower sense, rendering to each his due and that in a judicial sense, passing just judgment on others, whether expressed in words or shown by the manner of dealing with them


  • exciting reverence, venerable, sacred
  • pure
    1. pure from carnality, chaste, modest
    2. pure from every fault, immaculate
    3. clean
  • Lovely:

    acceptable, pleasing

    Good Repute:

  • sounding well
  • uttering words of good omen, speaking auspiciously
  • Excellence:

    1. a virtuous course of thought, feeling and action
      1. virtue, moral goodness
    2. any particular moral excellence, as modesty, purity

    Worthy of Praise:

    approbation, commendation, praise

    Think on these things….Amen!

    Chloe VS Anna ~ A Short Story by the boy….


    It was just like any other Saturday in the state of Washington, cold and wet. I awoke to our dog, Anna, whining the same whine every morning. Her whining meant only one thing. She wanted a walk. She sat in the hallway between the bedrooms. I knew, as well as she did, that my parents would yell for me to get up and take her for a walk. As soon as the thought began, I heard my mom command,

    “Jesse! Get up and walk the dog around the block…and make sure you use her princess collar!”

    I could have sworn I saw Anna give me a smug smile before she trotted down the hallway to the front door. I got up, put some sweats on, and found Anna’s pink, crystal studded collar. Once I got it on her, I started to walk into the kitchen to make some toast but Anna screeched a high shrill. I stood there aghast as I heard my mom complain,

    “Jesse! Stop hurting her and take her for a walk.”

    Anna sat in the living room, 20 feet away from me with the same smug smile. What was she trying to do to me!?

    While the ‘princess’ and I were walking, I saw a man walking his Boston Terrier. Normally I would of thought it was a sissy dog, but I wasn’t looking to tough walking my fluffy, cockapoo in a pink, princess collar, either.

    Then we saw an older lady walking with her big, chocolate lab. The dog seemed friendly but inside my emotions flared and my memories soared through time. They took me back to my 14th birthday party. There I was, going down the left side of the lake house when a brown lab growled from behind me. I didn’t run. I didn’t even move. I was simply petrified with fear. Then dog the lashed out at my leg and ripped…

    “Jesse!” my mom yelled, “Get inside, dear, it’s pouring!” My memories had also left me daydreaming in the front lawn.

    I walked inside, shaking off the water and the residing fear. “What are we doing this o’ so lovely Saturday, mom?”

    “Nothing, what do you want to do?” I stared at Anna long and hard.

    “You know I don’t like dogs so much right, mom?” She shook her head; I continued and stated, “Well, I want a cat.”

    She seemed supportive even though I knew she wasn’t the biggest feline fan; but we both knew that it was dad that was going to be the tough one to convince.

    When I asked my dad if it was okay for me to adopt a cat, he seemed a little shocked. He must have thought I like Anna or something. With a few helpful nudges from my mom, he soon agreed to take me to the Humane Society that very day. I ran down the stairs and opened the car doors for my parents. They, slowly and steadily, headed for the car. Once in the car I closed the door and heard a whimper. I turned and saw Anna sitting on the floor by the door. “Not this time, Princess”

    Walking into the Humane Society was so much cooler knowing I got to choose what animal we left with. I was drawn to the cats, not even caring that my parents headed straight for the dogs. At first I felt kind of silly being that I’m sixteen and staring at the kittens along with five other girls, but I got over it.

    The kittens were cool, but too hyper. I got to the older cats and passed only one empty cage. All the cats seemed really good, but none of them felt like ‘the one’. I felt very disappointed walking back down the cat hall. Then my eyes glanced at that one empty cage. They were just putting a black cat in there as I was walking by. She was Beautiful. As soon as I looked at her she freaked out. Then she sniffed the air, glared at me, and started hissing. I backed away while she settled down. “Yup…she is the one,” I thought to myself. When she finally settled down, she sniffed the air again and it looked like something clicked in her mind. She then proceeded to rub up against the cage and purr at me. I was so happy to think that she picked me. There was a volunteer walking down the hallway. She noticed the cat and I getting along, so she sot the adoption papers.

    I gathered all my courage, ran through the dog area, and grabbed my parents. The three of us filled out the paperwork and she was finally mine.

    As we walked to the door my mom asked me what I was going to name her. I hadn’t thought about it but as soon as I did I tripped and my face landed on one of those benefactor name bricks on the floor. “Chloe Wilkins” was the name written on the brick. I got up and made sure no one saw me fall before announcing her name was Chloe.

    The ride home felt so long. Mom wouldn’t let me open the box at the risk of getting cat hair everywhere. I personally thought it would look great mixed with all the dog hair.

    We finally pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car and stepped inside the house. Anna was sitting in the same exact spot as when we left. She spotted the box with Chloe in it and started barking. Dad rushed in and petted her until she calmed down. I took that time to run upstairs and go into my room. With the doors closed behind me, I opened the box. It was empty. I thought I’d lost my mind. I checked to make sure the door was shut and turned around to see Chloe lying on my bed. Ok… So she had gotten out of the box before I opened it…makes sense…kind of… I started to set up the litter box the humane society gave us when I heard some scratching on the door. I opened the door to find Anna wanting to be let in. I tried to close the door so Chloe could get situated, but Anna pushed through with unbelievable strength. Chloe didn’t hiss, and Anna didn’t bark. They just sat there, staring at each other.

    “Jess, come here,” called my mom. I ran down stairs without losing my balance. “Do you want to go to Fred Meyers with us?” she asked.

    “No thanks, I’ll stay home with the animals,” the excuse rolled of my tongue.

    “Okay, but don’t mess up the house,” she ordered before she left.

    I came back upstairs and headed into my room. My door was shut, and I didn’t close it before I went down stairs… I opened my door hesitantly hoping for the best. It was the worst…the very worst. Pillows shredded, blankets torn, garbage can on fire, and dents in the floor, walls, and ceiling. I was bewildered at the damage. I quickly threw the bowl of water I had set out for Chloe on the burning garbage can. How could two animals do all of this? I turned to the opposite side of my room only to see Chloe standing on the wall with lasers coming out of her eyes, and Anna on the my bed with fiery red claws. Anna looked at me then back at the cat. She then lunged for my neck. The only thing I can describe as the sound that came next is two boulders crashing along the hillside. I caught a glimpse of Chloe head butting Anna in the side before she could get to me. Anna was flung against the other wall.

    “We will finish this later, Stray,” Anna said, as she turned and closed the door with her tail. Had my ears or eyes deceived me? Anna just talked. Turning around to inspect the damage, I saw Chloe on the bed cleaning her paw like nothing happened.

    “What am I going to do?” I said, looking around my room.

    Unexpectedly, Chloe answered, “We must neutralize the dog,”

    “What…Wha…Wh…Why?” I stammered in response.

    “K9PX213 has a defective brain chip. I must remove it. She thinks she has become the enemy instead of the hero.” my CAT said.

    “KX31…who what now?” I struggled to say

    “K9PX213, Anna, is part of the government’s experiment to track down wanted criminals. Her brain chip, which keeps her brain focused, has defected. She thinks that she is the criminal instead of the animal to capture the criminal. She has become the enemy. This is all I can tell you. Do you understand?”

    “Uhhh…yeah, I think. So are you a…government…thing?”

    “Yes,” she answered, “I have been equipped with super speed, laser eyes, a diamond bone structure, and the skills of twenty one different martial art forms.”

    “Oh……So what do we do about Anna?’ I asked trying to understand that I adopted a ninja cat.

    “We must find a way to distract her, if even for a few seconds. Do you know anything that might do the trick?”

    “Ummmm…. She’ll stop at anything to get a treat. We keep the treats in that cabinet in the living room.” I said. I had gotten Anna a treat plenty of times before.

    “That sounds like it just might work. I can her distract while you get the treat. Make sure you grab the biggest one you can find.

    * * *

    I was really nervous, thinking that this whacked out plan wouldn’t work. I hid in the closet like Chloe had instructed. Chloe then went to the door and started taunted Anna. Anna whirled down the hallway and burst into my room, that was my cue to run out into the hallway and shut the door behind me. I made it out of that room so fast I almost tripped running to the cabinet. I grabbed a bone and sprinted back to my room. I opened the door, called Anna’s name loudly, and showed her the treat.

    “HA! If you think that I’m going to fall for that trick you have another thing coming.” She snickered. Then faster than you could think she did a spin and kicked Chloe hard with her hind legs. Chloe went flying up against the wall. Then Anna started to came after me.

    “Jesse, buy me some time!” Chloe yelled over the pain.

    I ran back down the hallway and slammed the hallway way closet door in Anna’s face. It only bought me a few more seconds but that was all I needed. Once I got into the kitchen, I flung open the cupboard and unscrewed the can of peanut butter. I dunked the bone in it and threw it on the floor in front of Anna. Her inner dog overpowered her defective chip, and she began to devour the bone. As soon as she was distracted, Chloe jumped on her back, reached into her ear, and removed a tiny computer chip. Anna only flinched and then continued to eat her bone.

    “So, what is going to happen to Anna now?” I asked through my heavy inhales for breath.

    “She will be a normal dog now. She won’t remember anything. She might even be dumber than the average dog” she said jokingly.

    I laughed.

    “Did you just understand cat humor?’ Chloe looked puzzled.

    “Oh…umm… Yeah, I think I did.” If I believed all this happened then I surely can understand cat jokes.

    “I think I might like it here.” She said with a smile.

    “You’re staying?!” I yelled excitedly. I don’t know why, it’s not like I know a government cat’s schedule.

    “Yes, I can do my shift at night when you sleep.”

    We walked down the hallway and into my room. It was even worse than before. I sat on my bed, not surprised when I heard the frame snap. “So, what do you think about…”


    I was nearly deafened by my mom’s scream.


    She walked down the hall confused by why and how I could of done this. As she neared the end of the hall, Anna walked out from the kitchen.

    “At least my princess doesn’t ever make messes like this!” she said.

    Musings on …… Coram Deo


    A few days ago I had this phrase running through my head:

    Two pages explain it nicely. here and here

    This phrase literally refers to something that takes place in the presence of, or before the face of, God. To live coram Deo is to live one’s entire life in the presence of God, under the authority of God, to the glory of God. ~RC Sproul

    Everything we do is before the face of God  ~ Think about it:

    ~When we fight with our spouses, when we curse our neighbor or gossip about our friends.

    ~ When you slip a candy bar or office supplies in your pocket.

    ~ When you click on just that one website; you know the one.

    ~ When you masturbate after looking at that website.

    ~ When you flirt with that co-worker, just a bit too much.

    ~ When you buy that too expensive car to keep up with ‘The Joneses”

    ~When you take that first drink when no one is in the room, just to relax.

    ~ When you get a bit too angry at the kid, for just being a kid.

    ~ When you blame some else for a mistake you made.

    ~ When you decide to sleep in on Sunday or not pay a tithe or grumble about the worship service.

    ~ When you kill that unborn child in your womb because “it was not part of the plan”.

    * When you think no one is looking, when no one cares, when no one else gets hurt

    Coram Deo ~

         God is looking

         God cares

         God hurts

                         “Before the Face of the Almighty Righteous Sovereign Lord”

    Musings on…… Psalm 119 ~ Daleth


    25 My soul clings to the dust;
    give me life according to your word!
    26 When I told of my ways, you answered me;
    teach me your statutes!
    27 Make me understand the way of your precepts,
    and I will meditate on your wondrous works.
    28 My soul melts away for sorrow;
    strengthen me according to your word!
    29 Put false ways far from me
    and graciously teach me your law!
    30 I have chosen the way of faithfulness;
    I set your rules before me.
    31 I cling to your testimonies, O Lord;
    let me not be put to shame!
    32 I will run in the way of your commandments
    when you enlarge my heart! 

    My heart needs to be enlarged. I need to get what I have in my head to my heart. I need to let go of control. I need to lay some things at the foot of the cross.

    I need to stop. and listen. and hear. and rest and live. in Christ. Who strengthens me.



    Taking a Bite Outta Life……..


    I saw this picture in an art book Jesse and I are looking through for his art class.

    It made me think of when Jesse was little [about 6 or 7] He was at grammas house and a black cocker spaniel lived next door. She was a mean barker and the neighbors never let her out of the garage.

    I don’t quite know how she got out, her name was Pepper, and came chasing after Jesse. He somehow ran up against the garage door and she just kept jumping up on him, biting his butt.

    Needless to say I was fiercely angry that it happened and threatened my mother with never allowing Jesse to visit her again.

    He also got bit on his 14th birthday, out at the other grandparents beach house by a dog, on the thigh.

    See that post here

    I was going to superimpose a picture of a dog head on the lion and Jesse’s head on the guy, but he forbade me to do it.

    This is our weird sense of humor and we laugh more than work during the day sometimes. ahhh, homeschooled children, they grow up to be such productive adults…… haha!

    So, Enjoy the day, laugh and look at art or at least look at someone or something with different, kinder, joyful eyes.

    Blessings, Kristina