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"Mr. Lizard" laid an egg. Pictures and more to come when I don't feel quite so overwhelmed and exhausted. Two weeks till spring break. I think I can; I think I can...

Forty Days for Life!

Tomorrow marks the beginning of 2009's spring Forty Days for Life campaign.

Forty Days for Life started in Bryan/ College Station four years ago. Since then, it has expanded into an international, ecumenical movement that has saved the lives of at least 1128 babies. The purposes are to be a peaceful, prayerful presence at abortion clinics--to let women know that there are people who want to help them and their unborn babies--and to pray and fast for the intention of ending abortion.

Today's verse is:

"If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and forgive their sin and heal their land." -- 2 Chronicles 7:14

To participate, go to http://40daysforlife.com/getinvolved.cfm, and sign up to receive the daily emails. Each will have a specific intention for the day, a wonderful devotional, and updates about what God is doing through our efforts. Please pray to end abortion.

Artist's Danger

"It is the artist's danger
being master of the form,
to forget that he is poor,
to think he is the master of the invisible reality,
which this reflection represents."
--Sophia House, Michael D. O'brien

By no means do I consider myself a "master of the form," but forgetting I am poor is a major difficulty of mine. It is probably also why my novel is only about 28/50th of the way finished. I am trying to make it say too much. Reminding myself that whatever Truth my writing can convey is but a shadow of a fraction of the Truth is actually a relief. It is a relief to accept that my efforts will be inadequate; Truth cannot be contained. But, perhaps, for someone, the sliver of Truth my work reflects will be the one needed.

In other news: I have finally emerged victorious from my week-long battle with Influenza B. Thomas is still on antibiotics from strep, Josh for an ear infection, Kayleigh's going to miss school again tomorrow due to fever, Emberlyn's over her fever, and remarkably, Jett made it through the last two weeks in a sick ward unscathed. I can't wait for SPRING!

Bonus cute baby picture:
(What color are those eyes?)

Poems happen...

The stone digs deeper,
Harsh, abrasive
Scooping out a hollow,
Making a shell of what once seemed full.
Why a bowl?
I was happy as a lump of wood,
Waiting, formless.
Testifying to nothing but that I was,
And He who made me IS.
But, scoop, rub, scour, sand,
I am empty,
Waiting to be filled.
I will hold something greater than myself,
And pour it forth to those in need.