Wednesday, April 6, 2011


Yep, our little Matt turned seven years old yesterday.  We surprised him with a chocolate cake and strawberries last night even though his "real" birthday party (which he double-checked before eating his piece of cake) isn't until Friday.  

I don't think the reality hit him until today when he put on his hat, ready to help in the garden, and exclaimed, "Jo!!  I'm the only one who is seven in this family!"

Evidently, that is a very exciting fact. :)
{when you're in a family of seven}

He's a special boy. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

a Recital

On April 10, 2011

A Rambellwood Recital

3 o' clock in the afternoon

{Refreshments to follow}

This Sunday there will be a gathering.  We will come together in our small parlor and listen to music, watch small instruments held by small fingers, and hear small voices thrill our hearts.  Then, too, there will be songs by the adults, all of us, together, sharing music.

Do you have anything special planned this spring?  Share it with us!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Late Is The Hour

It is late, very late.  Late, because, on a Sunday evening, one finds an early bedtime crucial in one's preparation for Monday.  Late, because, after such a long week, one must rest, and rest well.

But, this particular Sunday night, I have a particular reason for staying up.  I discovered, in reading Everly Pleasant's blog, Clickety Clack, something that peaked my interest, a conference for Christian women who write, or speak, and minister.  A conference called She Speaks.  They are offering three scholarships, and I am barely in time for the second.

The challenge?  To write a story in six words.

The example?  Ernest Hemingway's, "FOR SALE. BABY SHOES. NEVER WORN".

Intimidating, right?  But a challenge to my writer's soul.  So, I laid down my book, closed shut my eyes, and raised my prayers for wisdom, for words to speak His heart, for truth that was His.

Here is what, with all my heart, I put on paper.

CANCER.  Terror.  Miracle beyond believing.  JESUS.

There.... a story, simple, true, and brimming with all the joy I can muster.