Silly Squirt

Kevin is so silly sometimes!

Springtime Snow

This was the first day of spring in Granite Falls. A little depressing? Well, I thought so too at first, but then I realized that I was thinkning about it all wrong. The snowflakes were so big and beautiful, the new blanket of snow made everything look fresh, the view from my living room window was like looking into a snow globe. I can assure you that I am ready for the warmth of spring like most people, but it is so neat to stop and reflect about the beauty of the snow and how it can seem so cleansing.

Time together

It was so exciting to be able to have everyone together!

Happy Helper

Papa got to work "in the office" on Monday and Kevin was able to "help" for a bit. He had a good time.

King Kevin

We had such a fun time playing this morning!

Curtain Countdown

Well, since the "Tummy Tally" is over I decided (inspired by my Pastor's wife) that it was time for another picture progression. For the sake of alliteration, I will call it "Curtain Countdown". Not to mention it will motivate me to keep working on it.

Baby Bear

Once upon a time there were three bears - Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and...

Baby Bear.

One day, Baby Bear decided to make beds with Mama Bear. This was very exciting because bed-making was one of Baby Bear's favorite things to do. He always loved how the covers would send a gust of wind that took his breath away when Mama Bear would spread them over the mattress. It was so fun that Baby Bear would laugh and bury his face in the blankets.

Baby Bear would watch his Mama Bear to see what she was going to do next.

Ooh! Time for pillows!!!

The pillows were another favorite for Baby Bear. Mama Bear would drop them from the sky right on top of Baby Bear, and he would laugh and coo.

After all that hard work it was time for Baby Bear's bath. Not many activities top bath time!

Baby Bear felt so fresh and clean after his fun bath.

Time to get dressed.

Ahh! Now Baby Bear was ready for the day

Newborn News!

Seth and I just went to visit our dear friends from Sleepy Eye. Yesterday Seth got a phone call telling us that Greta Rose Siefkes was born. She is 6lbs 3oz, and 18 1/2 '' long. Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures, but if you visit Ana's Corner in my friends list there are some pictures there. We are so happy for them!!!!

Thoughts

Last night I was driving back from my aunt and uncle's house, and while on the road my headlights kept turning off every so often. Each time it happened I sort of jumped and felt like something terrible was going to happen. The roads were a little icy, it was very dark, and Kevin was in the backseat. While trying to swallow my heart back down, I started to think of Psalm 119:105 ~ "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." When driving through darkness it is necessary to have illumination. All of the few oncoming cars spread their rays of light, but little did their light help me - I was only blinded. There was only one form of light that would help me to see the way, and when it wasn't there I was lost and floundering. So too without the word of God lighting my pathway I stumble in the darkness.

Fun Footage

Bye, Bye Bobcat

Seth got the skid loader all sparkly for the pictures. His "other wife" is up for sale (sure glad I'm not part of his equipment list!). There is kind of a love/hate relationship between me and this specific piece of equipment. We never really got along well, but she did help to provide for our family. Now I get to meet his "new wife" - a telehandler.

March Meditation

Morning, March 1

"Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out." Song of Solomon 4:16 Anything is better than the dead calm of indifference. Our souls may wisely desire the north wind of trouble if that alone can be sanctified to the drawing forth of the perfume of our graces. So long as it cannot be said, "The Lord was not in the wind," we will not shrink from the most wintry blast that ever blew upon plants of grace. Did not the spouse in this verse humbly submit herself to the reproofs of her Beloved; only entreating Him to send forth His grace in some form, and making no stipulation as to the peculiar manner in which it should come? Did she not, like ourselves, become so utterly weary of deadness and unholy calm that she sighed for any visitation which would brace her to action? Yet she desires the warm south wind of comfort, too, the smiles of divine love, the joy of the Redeemer's presence; these are often mightily effectual to arouse our sluggish life. She desires either one or the other, or both; so that she may but be able to delight her Beloved with the spices of her garden. She cannot endure to be unprofitable, nor can we. How cheering a thought that Jesus can find comfort in our poor feeble graces. Can it be? It seems far too good to be true. Well may we court trial or even death itself if we shall thereby be aided to make glad Immanuel's heart. O that our heart were crushed to atoms if only by such bruising our sweet Lord Jesus could be glorified. Graces unexercised are as sweet perfumes slumbering in the cups of the flowers: the wisdom of the great Husbandman overrules diverse and opposite causes to produce the one desired result, and makes both affliction and consolation draw forth the greatful odours of faith, love, patience, hope, resignation, joy, and the other fair flowers of the garden. May we know by sweet experience, what this means.

Charles Spurgeon ~Morning & Evening~