Monday, May 31, 2010

~Psalm 39:3-8~
"My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:
'Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man's life is but a breath.
Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.

But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you.
Save me from all my transgressions...' "

Right now we relate to the "bustling about" phrase in the above passage. Some crucial decisions are to be made this week. Within the next several days the site must be cleared by an excavator if we are to build this season. However, before we excavate we need to know the shape of the foundation, which requires knowing the house plans, which we are scrambling to figure out. We don't quite know what we are doing. Pray for wisdom and direction.
On Memorial Day we took a break from fire-related work for several hours and attended the service at the Veteran's Wall of Honor. Meeting and speaking with "Alaska's True Conservative Choice" for US Senate, Joe Miller, proved to be an encouraging change from the ash scene.Our friend Eddie Burke, who is running for Lieutenant Governor, was also at the ceremony. Eddie is the only candidate we know of who is a passionate advocate of the Right to Life and the passage of Alaska's Parental Notification bill.This beautiful cloud formation seen near our property was just too pretty and unusual to pass up.A few of the photos recently discovered in the ashes are shown below.














My dumpster assistant extraordinaire. I fill the wheelbarrows and Wynn empties them bucket by bucket by walking up a plank to the top of the dumpster.
If you look at the two trees in the center of the two photos below, you can see the progress which is gradually being made cleaning up debris.




Jessica and her family brought us a delightful meal which they delivered on the same night as her high school graduation.


"Little Boy Blue" by Eugene Field is one of my mother's favorite poems.



We immediately thought of the boys' writing teacher when we dug out this artifact.


Seth and Margaret use their muscles on metal-moving day.



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