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Hat Tip: Janet, a friend and Hiraeth reader

Compare yourself with those who on the Lord’s Day hear nothing except the dismal sound of the world. What a privilege it is for you to hear the proclamation of the gospel!Bakker, Frans.
It is difficult to define Hiraeth, but to me it means the consciousness of man being out of his home area and that which is dear to him. That is why it can be felt even among a host of peoples amidst nature's beauty. D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
. . like a Christian yearning for Heaven. . .
Today is still July. Tomorrow it is August.
In August, I prepare for another year of home school. The boxes of books arrived weeks ago and have been stacked in a corner, unopened. This year, I seem to have an aversion to opening them. Normally, I open them up as soon as they land on the front steps and begin to pore over them. But this year will be our last year and opening those boxes feels like the beginning of the end.
You see, Sam will be a senior. All those years ago when we first sat down with home school catalogs and the boxes of Saxon Math and Phonics arrived on our porch in Kentucky, we never saw this day coming. Never. Ever.
I wish it could stay July forever. Or at least a little while longer. . .
I posted this picture of my grape ivy a few weeks ago. Looking back, I can see now that I should have noticed this:
It's climbing right up the cords of the blinds!
It's going to get into the upper 90's this weekend, and I usually pull the blinds down on super hot days to help keep the house cool. I'll have a job pulling this blind!
sesquipedalian \ses-kwuh-puh-DAYL-yuhn\, adjective:
1. Given to or characterized by the use of long words.
2. Long and ponderous; having many syllables.
noun:
1. A long word.
I like this word. It is fun. Do you like it, too?
Long words are fun. They are good to use when you write.
And it is hard to write and not use one. Don't you think?
You can find more 'B' posts at the ABC Wednesday Blog.
I'll be gathering the whole alphabet together as I go, so if you missed letter 'A', you can find it by clicking on "This Week's Letter" or the image in the sidebar.
(I already have 'C' done for next week, but I need some suggestions for 'D'. If you have any ideas, leave them in the comments of this post!)
UPDATE: You can see the entire alphabet by clicking A Letter a Week at the bottom of each post.
I've been waiting for my lilies to bloom. They've been threatening to do so for well over a week. This morning, they decided to start opening!
My Father, if Thy mercy had bounds, where would be my refuge from just wrath? But thy love in Christ is without measure. Thus, I present myself to Thee with sins of commission and omission, against Thee, my Father, against Thee, adorable redeemer, against Thee and Thy strivings, O Holy Spirit, against the dictates of my conscience, against the precepts of Thy Word, against my neighbors and myself. Enter not into judgment with me, for I plead no righteousness of my own, and have no cloak for iniquity. Pardon my day dark with evil.
Every morning I vow to love Thee more fervently, to serve Thee more sincerely, to be more devoted in my life, to be wholly Thine; yet I soon stumble, backslide, and have to confess my weakness, misery and sin. But I bless Thee that the finished work of Jesus needs no addition from my doings, that His oblation is sufficient satisfaction for my sins. If future days be mine, help me to amend my life, to hate and abhor evil, to flee the sins I confess. Make me more resolute, more watchful, more prayerful. Let no evil fruit spring from evil seeds my hands have sown; Let no neighbor be hardened in vanity and folly by my want of circumspection. If this day I have been ashamed of Christ and His Word, or have shown unkindness, malice, envy, lack of love, unadvised speech, hasty temper, let it be no stumbling block to others, or dishonor to Thy name. O help me to set an upright example that will ever rebuke vice, allure to goodness, and evidence that lovely are the ways of Christ.
(This corporate confession came from our order of service this morning)
I commend to you the importance of particularity in prayer. We ought not to be content with general petitions. We ought to specify our wants before the throne of grace. It should not be enough to confess we are sinners; we should name the sins of which our conscience tells us we are most guilty. It should not be enough to ask for holiness; we should name the graces in which we fell most deficient. It should not be enough to tell the Lord we are in trouble; we should describe our trouble and all its peculiarities. This is what Jacob did when he feared his brother Esau. He tells God exactly what it is that he fears. Genesis 32:11. This is what Eliezer did, when he sought a wife for his master's son. He spreads before God precisely what he wants. Genesis 24:12. This is what Paul did when he had a thorn in the flesh. He besought the Lord. 2 Corinthians 12:8. This is true faith and confidence. We should believe that nothing is too small to be named before God. What should we think of the patient who told his doctor he was ill, but never went into particulars? What should we think of the wife who told her husband she was unhappy, but did not specify the cause? What should we think of the child who told their father that they were in trouble, but nothing more? Christ is the true bridegroom of the soul, the true physician of the heart, the real father of all his people. Let us show that we believe this by being unreserved in our communications with Him. Let us hide no secrets from Him. Let us tell Him all our hearts.
J. C. Ryle,
A Call to Prayer
(Kathy, if you're reading, send me your's via email and I'll post it here.)
Oh, and if you copy the list into NOTEPAD, it'll get rid of all my html so you can start with a clean list.
Just to clarify:
For anyone who wondered why I, as a Christian, didn't put the Bible at #1 instead of Les Miserables. . .
The Bible does not belong on this list to begin with. It is not a book in the regular sense of the word. It is the revelation of God Himself and, as such, does not belong on a list of books written by mere men.
This is a little something I made for myself. I took the photo a couple of years ago when we were on vacation at Big Crooked Lake. The quote, of course, is from Tolkien--my favorite.
I found the quote at the bottom of an email and I have no idea where it is to be found in Tolkien's writings. It may even be a true quote from an interview. I liked it.
The whole idea for this piece came from my friend Donna, at Quiet Life. She asked a question this morning about moccasins and, well, one thing led to another. . .
For some reason, I love the flowers in this planter this year.
sempiternal \sem-pih-TUR-nuhl\, adjective:
Of never ending duration; having beginning but no end; everlasting; endless.
If I had been introduced to this word in any other way than seeing it in my Dictionary Word of the Day feed, I'd've thought someone made it up. I make up words like that sometimes. Like purr-puppy. I've always called my cats purr-puppies.
I wonder why no one seems to use this word to describe the eternality of God? In all the theological books and systematic theologies I've read, I've never come across this word being used in a theological setting.
Hmmm. Wonder why. It seems a perfectly wonderful word to me.
Maybe it's just because our Bible study discussed Melchizadek yesterday. . .
UPDATE: With my second cup of coffee, I can see why it's not used to describe God. These words: HAVING BEGINNING. That's why! I mentally added a 'no' before beginning. Too much Melchizadek on the brain, I guess. . .
. . .and after poking countless avocado seeds with toothpicks and suspending them over little cups of water on the kitchen window, I have finally managed to sprout one!
Lucky for me (and lucky for the sprout!) I noticed it just as I was preparing to toss it into the waste basket.
Now, what do I need with an avocado tree? I don't know, but I sure hope I can keep it going to find out!
History's Path
The luminescent past, borne upon the morning ray;
history's path scattered with seeds of the future.
You can find more In 15 Words or Less Poems at Laura Salas.