Sunday, May 30, 2010

Remembering All Who Served

  Freedom Is Not Free
   By Kelly Strong

I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free

My daughter borrowed the picture & poem above for her blog today. I borrowed her sentiments below for mine :)

"Even with the freedoms and beliefs that I hold dear often threatened, and with all that is wrong with this country... I know that the price that has been paid for me to be free to voice my opposition, the price for me to take a stand when I see the need, the price that has been paid. It's value is one I find hard to say anything other than THANK YOU. This land we love may be imperfect, but the people who have fought to keep my freedoms available to me, the families who have given their loved ones whether I would say thank you or not, the men and women who wonder if they will ever come home again. No matter what their reason, or whether it is right or wrong that they are serving... They SERVE. When the government tells them they are needed, whether or not they agree, THEY SERVE. I have seen the scars that some of my friends and loved ones have returned with. I have witnessed the effects of scars that can't be seen with the eye. The price is high. You don't have to have lost your life to have paid dearly for this country and it's people. There are missed births. Missed childhood milestones. Broken marriages. Broken souls. The least I can do is say THANK YOU. Because the sacrifices they have given for nothing in return from me... they deserve my thanks. So THANK YOU. Thank you children. Thank you wives. Thank you mothers. Thank you fathers. Thank you brothers and sisters. I am forever grateful."

Saturday, May 22, 2010


I made this for a friend from church that just delivered this little sweetie last month. Is there anything more precious than a sleeping baby? Tell me if you know what is.

{ created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:13-16}


And the guys at ImprovEverywhere. Fun stuff :)

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Red Thread Sessions

Rebecca Sower is sharing some tutorials for projects she's come up with using red thread over on her blog. She's calling them "The Red Thread Sessions." The first one was super cute and super simple so I've decided to try and keep up with the rest as well. I just love her art!

Friday, May 14, 2010

My favorite song right now

"I've loved this song since I first heard it. The honesty and vulnerability of the lyric reminds me that to pray means to come as I am, imperfections and all, because ultimately, God seeks communion with us, the real us... and that's freeing." ~Amy Grant.

Psalm 34:18 -
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." (New International Version)

"The Lord is there to rescue all who are discouraged and have given up hope." (Contemporary English Version)

"If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there; if you're kicked in the gut, he'll help you catch your breath." (The Message)

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Good times & Turkey Eggs

I had so much fun this weekend with my daughter Rachel!

It all began Friday with a trip to The Wren's Nest for this. But first we stopped in Eugene to look for vegetarian cookbooks because of this. I bought this one. And this one. I/we still plan on eating meat, but only from pasture-raised, hormone, antibiotic and chemical-free sources like this one we found Saturday right here in our own area. We were so happy to find this guy!

I bought these turkey eggs from him.

Yum! They taste just like chicken eggs. Seriously.

The Farmer's Market and Master Gardener's Plant Sale were the only places on our agenda Saturday, but naturally, like all good shoppers, we hit a few garage sales too. Enough to fill the CRV to the brim with treasures :)

I get to spend next weekend with my daughter Melea! More good times, I'm sure, but I don't think there will be more turkey eggs :)