A Musical Invasion of the Netherlands

Resting music


Becca


If the shoe fits - wear it!
Hacking in the Elevator of course!
Navigator

Meditation


Most urgent negotiations on the trade of cheese across the Baltic Sea
StealthMen with "their feet in the clay"

The Gift

The Fourth Man in Christys' Life

Names
Kiwi, Rabbit, Bullfrog, Bubbles, Bunny, Goldfish, Fishbowl, Mr. Grumpy Gills, Donut, Puppy, Bird, Birdo



Official Title
Supervisor in Chief of all Human Activities
Tax Collector - 15% tax in the currency of whatever meal is being served



Hobbies
Outsmarting Jen (my human) Disclamer - only successful on rare occasions.
Meeting new people
Climbing bushes ext.
Popping Balloons

Favorite Foods
Ice cream, freash spinich, sweet potatoes, special K loaf, animal crakers, brussel sprouts.
Non food items - laundry soap, tubes of acrylic paint, plants, windex, mop water

Favorite Mode of Transportation
Remote control Truck, Handle bars of Jens' bike at break-neck speeds, shoulders, repelling down long hair.



Vocabulary
"Step Up!"
"Hello"
and almost "PHYSICS"

Phobias
Sparrows! Cows! Any other bird! Going hungery! Airplanes! Shopping carts! Costume Parties!

A Time To Embrace

“Toast ‘em! Toast ‘em! Put them in the toaster!
Toast ‘em! Toast ‘em! DING! All Done!”

Throwing his arms open, a small girl tumbles forward like a giggling sunbeam, “Do it again Daddy! Do it again!” Running back to be encircled with his strong arms, she begins to chant the ditty with him. There is a safeness in being snuggled close and in hearing his heartbeat slow and steady through his shirt.


Tenderly held in the firelight of the woodstove, and cradled in the softness of the lullaby,

“If I could, I would give you wings
To carry you out of the storm
Take you higher then the wind
And you’d be safe and warm.”

Her voice is dusky, lilting in time with the creaks of the cushioned rocker. A tousled towhead is nestled into her neck, blinking slowly… and slower until his dark lashes rest on his flushed cheek.


“If the smell of a campfire was bottled – I’d wear it!” The athletic bounce in her voice is identical to the vigor in her step when she hikes mountain ridges in search of a “good view”.

Wrapped snug in her arms, we chuckle as the sparks spin upward to join the stars. Her hugs are as warm and nourishing as her cinnamon rolls, and she sways gently and talks about life… her kids, her husband, the fields, calves, Andy Griffith, Italy, the sunset, and Spunky the cat.


High on the list of endangered species and natural resources is an item of inestimable worth, one that is rapidly becoming one of the scarcest commodities on the planet. Among pandas, pure water, Siberian tigers, rainforests, and whales - there is one thing for which humanity is starving.

Have you guessed? It is a simple hug!

Granted, some would vehemently argue that an honest and hearty handshake is even nearer to extinction. But I maintain that if the frequency of heartfelt hugs increased, more people would grow up having internalized the ethics from which a good handshake develops.

Hugs are among the most wonderful renewable natural resources available to mankind, but unfortunately many people are suffering from a severe deficiency. Manipulating hugs, cheap hugs, and indifferent hugs are more then plentiful. A safe, warm, and sincere embrace is rare.

He was born into this world with an embracing heart, an indomitable Spirit of hope, and a mission to encircle the earth with a bright-eyed and captivating love.

Not pious, polished, or political.
No air of importance, no façade, no indifference.

“And He took them up in His arms, put His hands on them, and blessed them.” Mark 10:16

There was no distance of difference.
He stood in the middle - informal, unprofessional, and completely down-to-earth.
Open arms, open heart.

“God, who in Heaven surrounded by living creatures and myriads of angels would on earth touch ulcers, and hold children, and tell stories, and wash dirty feet.” God Cares p. 337

Certainly not the traditional picture of the Divine Omnipotent, but real, approachable, and huggable! When we become captivated by His love, our own hearts become enlarged to embrace others – to embrace the world.

Will you embrace your world?

For He is the “God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” 2nd Corinthians 1:4

Sisterness

Shaila perfers life to be straight, neat and tidy.

I perfer life to be curly and spontaneously unpredictable.

Recently we were laughing about how different and yet how similar we are - and this inspired the making of the following list of common opinions:

Chocolate is good but overrated

Tea sipping is soothing

Children should be homeschooled

Horses (idealistically) are the best mode of transportation

Music is the language of the soul

A girl never outgrows playing dress-up

Friends are gifts from God to be treasured

Desire to have snowy white hair in the winter season of life

Morning is the most productive time of day

Firm handshakes speak of strong character

Sighs and sound effects are more fluent then words

Make-up is to be avoided at all costs

Thrift stores are the places to shop

Purses are unnecessary - everything can fit in my bible case

Caves, stairwells, and bathrooms are the best places to sing

Backrubs cannot be given to hard

People are like music boxes

Cohutta Wilderness

John Eliot made a dirt compass by finding the East-West line using the shadow of the sun.

Christy Craft

Back country surgery

Analizing a handful of trail-mix