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Thursday, November 22, 2012

A Proclamation...




 Psalm 105:1-2
"O give thanks unto the Lord; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people. Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him: talk ye of all his wondrous works."



Each year, as do many of you, I try to make Thanksgiving a time of remembrance through the reading of scripture.  Last year, I researched the history behind a day set aside for Thanksgiving. Though many presidents have made declarations, and the actual day changed through time, one thing remains, proclamation or not, we have much to be grateful for as a nation.  I am humbled by how much I take for granted in my own life.  "Every good and perfect gift is from above." James 1:17. Shame on me for my lack of gratitude for things like freedom, protection as a country daily provided by our men and women in service, God's daily grace and protection, food, warmth, health, family, friendship, God's mercy, most of all, by providing Salvation through the sacrifice of His Son on the cross.

This proclamation was written and given during the midst of the Civil War.  President Lincoln recognized that there was much to be grateful for, even in the midst of a heart-wrenching and deadly war.  Last Thanksgiving, in addition to reading verses, we read this proclamation.  Like the pilgrims, even in the middle of strife, trouble, and hardships, there was much to remember and praise God for in His abundant mercies. I hope you will be touched by President Lincoln's words as much as I was...
 


A Proclamation.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. 

In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. 

Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defense, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. 

No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.  I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

William H. Seward,
Secretary of State



Psalm 95:1-6
"O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker."

 
Happy Thanksgiving!
Blessings, Dear Friends!
Heather




 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Shelf

Playing with Instagram...

Shelf is painted! $3 at Goodwill!  Now it holds my Goodwill Pewter collection.  I will show you a picture of the wall later so you can see how the wall has changed.  I took down the red mirror.  I think the shelf allows for more negative space around it unlike the mirror.  I like it!  What is even better- the hubby likes it!

I am still here!

Here I am! Just thought you might want to know.

     Ugh.  I know I haven't been posting any prim decor lately.  I am working on it.  Right now I am taking a break from moving 3 pieces of furniture and painting a shelf (If I work while I let the paint dry, I won't be tempted to touch it!).

     I am still working on my pincushions.  I have about 20.  Now, here is the question.  Those of you who sell, should I just post one picture of each pinkeep with the price?  And then a description of the item?  Well, if you have a chance, ya'll can let me know what you think!  I appreciate your opinions ever so much.

     Hmmm. Ok, so the same week we had off 2 days for the hurricane, we went back to school for one day, and then we had an in-service and parent-teacher conferences.  That one day (Halloween was that night), was such a fun day (Yes, that is sarcasm...)! But, the class made up for it by bringing  their Butterfingers to share with me.  They were so cute about it!  Apparently, the other teachers have trained the students over the years to bring them some of their favorite candy from their loot.  They asked me what I liked.  I never dreamed that I would get so many.  Well, not so many now.  Not any at all.  Ooops.

     Last week, I almost burnt some pinkeeps because my husband forgot I had them resting in the oven when he went to fire up the stove to make meatloaf (which was really good!).  That was my "Anne" moment of the week. He said they were toasty, but I thought they were prim!  I don't think he gets "prim" yet even after being married for 14 years.

     We had a field trip to Hopewell Furnace.  It was a beautiful trip!  I will post pictures soon as they are on my "good" camera and not my iPod.  I loved it!  Well, except when the park ranger said they could throw dirt at each other in the casting room.  I know, right?  That did wonders for the cough I have had for the past month.  She kept telling them that when they blew their noses that night, gross stuff would come out.  Great.  Lovely.  Good to know.  Glad it was a Friday.

     Hmmm.  Well, in getting over my cold, I have been really tired at the end of the day.  My hubby frequently finds me passed out on the couch when he gets home.  Apparently (he says), I get surly with him when he tells me to go to bed.  The one week, after Granny Trace was posting her woolie gingers, he said that I said "Ginger dudes are keeping me awake."  He got me to say it twice, and then I said, "Uh-oh..."  At that point, I was awake and knew he would use this incident against me.  Well, he went and wrote it on our chalkboard where he is keeping a diary of sorts of all of the weird sleepy things I say.  Last night, I supposedly said, "The coffee table is an inflatable kayak."  Ugh.

     That's pretty much my adventures lately that have been keeping me from posting.  I am just really wanting to change over to Christmas decor, but since I am hosting Thanksgiving, I can't.  I could put a little Pilgrim hat on a snowman.  I guess that is pushing it.  Maybe.

     Well, back to moving furniture!  I hope this finds you all well!  I miss talking with you all, but I have been enjoying poking around your blogs more!  My prayers are with you, especially our dear friends affected by Sandy!

Blessings!
Heather

Thursday, November 8, 2012

PLEASE PRAY!

I appreciate how much this blogging community lifts up one another in prayer...

A dear family in my school, one that I know and love very dearly, went on a Missions Trip to Guatemala. Some of you may know that the country was hit by a 7 magnitude earthquake with multiple large aftershocks. No one has been able to contact them, which is somewhat understandable, but worrisome nonetheless.

Thank you, in advance, for your prayers for the Silkroski family- Al, Marcia, Sydney, and Caleb.

I will keep you posted!

A reminder from our principal in the email that she sent...

Psalm 46
God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
how he has brought desolations on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the chariots with fire.

“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah


Picture taken from: www.earthquake.usgs.gov 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Good Morning...

A good reminder any and every day...

Morning...
by
Charles Spurgeon

"Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands."
Isaiah 49:16
My favorite picture, "Grace"...

















No doubt a part of the wonder which is concentrated in the word "Behold," is excited by the unbelieving lamentation of the preceding sentence. Zion said, "The Lord hath forsaken me, and my God hath forgotten me." How amazed the divine mind seems to be at this wicked unbelief! 

What can be more astounding than the unfounded doubts and fears of God's favoured people? The Lord's loving word of rebuke should make us blush; he cries, "How can I have forgotten thee, when I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands? How darest thou doubt my constant remembrance, when the memorial is set upon my very flesh?" 

O unbelief, how strange a marvel thou art! We know not which most to wonder at, the faithfulness of God or the unbelief of his people. He keeps his promise a thousand times, and yet the next trial makes us doubt him. He never faileth; he is never a dry well; he is never as a setting sun, a passing meteor, or a melting vapour; and yet we are as continually vexed with anxieties, molested with suspicions, and disturbed with fears, as if our God were the mirage of the desert. 

 "Behold," is a word intended to excite admiration. Here, indeed, we have a theme for marvelling. Heaven and earth may well be astonished that rebels should obtain so great a nearness to the heart of infinite love as to be written upon the palms of his hands. "I have graven thee." It does not say, "Thy name." The name is there, but that is not all: "I have graven thee." See the fulness of this! 

I have graven thy person, thine image, thy case, thy circumstances, thy sins, thy temptations, thy weaknesses, thy wants, thy works; I have graven thee, everything about thee, all that concerns thee; I have put thee altogether there. Wilt thou ever say again that thy God hath forsaken thee when he has graven thee upon his own palms?


Blessings, Dear Friends!
Heather


The plaque my daddy made right by it... Fits just right...