Here's Phillip's piano recital piece. It's "Tarantella" by Paul Beaumont.
If you watch the whole clip you get the added bonus of a flash of his killer smile.
His teacher, Mrs. Ward, is fabulous.
btw: the recital was held at an assisted living home so the residents could enjoy the music (or, at least they provided a captive audience!).
Pope Leo X dubbed Martin Luther a "wild boar" -- loose in the Lord's vineyard. Luther opposed bad doctrine and called the Church to biblical orthodoxy. That's how we came up with the name. I post things that interest me and family updates here...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
We've both got pretty great jobs.
Today I was a school bus driver, activities director, teacher, disciplinarian, host, chef, maid, and friend.
Today my husband planned and implemented strategies to rescue the state of California from financial disaster and protect the livelihood of millions of families.
That's the great thing about God's sovereignty: there's no hierarchy of calling. He chooses what we do. We just do what He puts before us - to His glory.
Oh, and I was involved in the agriculture industry today: I pulled weeds in my veggie patch! I feel so much better now.
Today my husband planned and implemented strategies to rescue the state of California from financial disaster and protect the livelihood of millions of families.
That's the great thing about God's sovereignty: there's no hierarchy of calling. He chooses what we do. We just do what He puts before us - to His glory.
Oh, and I was involved in the agriculture industry today: I pulled weeds in my veggie patch! I feel so much better now.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Honor your Father and Mother
So, Mother's Day is still festering. I was moving on until I read Dr. Mohler's blog. He comes so close to calling for the abolition of this man-made, florist industry holiday, then he caves in and takes his wife and mother-in-law out to lunch anyway. Ugh.
I'm grateful every day that God made me to be a mother. It's my calling from Him, whether or not my efforts are appreciated.
The smile on His face is the only Mother's Day gift I need.
This one is nice too:
I'm grateful every day that God made me to be a mother. It's my calling from Him, whether or not my efforts are appreciated.
The smile on His face is the only Mother's Day gift I need.
This one is nice too:
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Taking pictures of Phillip's baseball game is tough. Between the lulls in action and his lack of enthusiasm I didn't have a lot of footage to work with:
Here we go, at least he looks like a ball player now:
Here's one of him thinking about swinging. Exciting stuff:
He really is having a good season of baseball. He's got a good swing and can really pound the ball when he gets a hold of one.
Fun with Grandma in the stands:
Grandpa's favorite way of waking up:
He even puts up with Woody.
Here we go, at least he looks like a ball player now:
Here's one of him thinking about swinging. Exciting stuff:
He really is having a good season of baseball. He's got a good swing and can really pound the ball when he gets a hold of one.
Fun with Grandma in the stands:
Grandpa's favorite way of waking up:
He even puts up with Woody.
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