There have been different crises in the lives of different friends the past two weeks. Time gets crunched up when there is a crisis. And time for blogging gets the boot when that happens.

I had intended to have a little write-up for each day of the Holy Week last week, but was not afforded that luxury...

But I'm intent on writing something now that everyone else is happily occupied – dh is redesigning my Berrysong website (oh, it's so cool; I love it and I think my customers will too!) and the children are playing Lego's in the office. Dh has some wonderful classical music wafting in the air so the whole atmosphere now is lovely especially in this weather: it's not quite noon, but the sky is darkened and I can also hear some light rain pattering outside my window. Very peaceful. And I'm very thankful.

Prayers go out to many the past two weeks. Sustained prayers. Broken marriages, impending divorces, unemployment, church abuse of one kind or other (thankfully NOT my church; may God continue to be merciful), moral turpitude in a couple of families, and most recently, yesterday, in fact, someone I know is caught in a lie and I just fear for her...so, what a world we're living in. How corrupted by sin. Like this was unexpected. But thank God for the Resurrected Christ, for if He did not rise, life will continue to be dark and dank for many. And mind you, all the nasties I've listed are happening in Christian families. Well, not everyone involved is a Christian, evidently, but at least one Christian is involved and he or she is suffering. But we know because of our Risen Lord there is hope. And hope eternal too.

Okay, to sweeter things I want to remember, not that my heart is not heavy for my dear friends and acquaintances...

My little darling boy turned 4 a couple of days ago. All he wanted to eat for that day (when I asked him to list special meals) were : buttered bread with honey, broccoli (boy after my own heart!), chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. He also declared on his birthday that he wanted to marry me when he grew up so I would “always be close” to him. How precious he is. Okay, he got his wish but instead of chocolate ice cream, I made our first banana split.

This past week, my little-but-getting-bigger boy has also been playing the role of Moses. He even carries a rod around the house. Once in a while, water gushes out from some wall-rock and we know the Lord is at work again! Well, pretend water, you know. And we have manna and quail for dinner most nights. His sister made him two paper slabs of The Ten Commandments and he enjoys throwing them down from the top of the stairs because of the idol worshipers. Yours truly usually plays the role of the crazy dancing Israelites. I will prance around a pillow-golden calf idol while dh and my dd look on in amusement. I can't make dh dance around the pillow-golden calf with me.

I think he like Moses because because he knows Moses has a little problem with being hot-headed. And he seems to identify with that.

Oh, I have not put on record anywhere that all my frozen beef (we bought a quarter of grass-fed steer in January; and merely consumed 1/8 of it) suffered the worst fate. I forgot to shut my upright freezer and the helpless cuts and ground beef were left to melt for 36 hours. That happened on Maundy Thursday when we had planned our own little family service (foot-washing and all). My dh discovered that calamity when he put some plants in the garage (temperature dipping to freezing point that evening) and for a while, my brain was frozen. Before it turned to mush again, I called my dear friend and neighbor. I had never bought that much beef in my life! To cut the whole story short, her whole family came over after dinner. While the children played and our husbands talked, we cooked the beef. Now I have little neat boxes of ground beef and cooked roasts and other cuts in the freezer. All set for the next few months!

Okay, in between writing this we had lunch. I now want to read to the children. I love this weather, especially when I'm at home. Hmmm....I need to get some groceries later though.

If you have read thus far, please don't go way yet before saying a prayer for my friends in their various stages of crises. The blog is too public to name names,  places or details, but the Lord knows who they are! Thank you.

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Posted by Dutchy

Good save on the beef. Don't you hate it when you do stuff like that! I do.

Had to laugh at the thought of you dancing around and your son throwing the tablets of stone. What a wonderful house!

My kids are older now and the acting and being silly like that has stopped. But they still keep us laughing. I pray it is always that way.

Nice to read your blog. Renee

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Posted by CandyFoote

Happy birthday to your precious little one!

Your friend,
Candy

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Posted by Haflingerhorses

I've had that happen to me, too! It's heart-sickening. Well, I hadn't bought a freezer full of grass-fed beef (we buy grass-fed too whenever we can find it), but I used to belong to a co-op and my freezer was huge, full with food. When I lost it all, I was sickened. I think that's actually happened to me twice.
It's great you had such a nice friend that helped you in your calamity. Prayer for your friends,
Antoinette

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