Monthly Archives: September 2008

Like Mother, Like Daughter

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Well, Lilly, welcome to the Hazletons.

You don’t know this, because you weren’t even born yet (in fact, neither was your Big Sissy, but that’s another story), but a while back we had to leave town on your Momma’s birthday because of a BIG storm. Guess what? We are doing the exact same thing for your birthday this year! . So even though you won’t be at home for your very first birthday, at least you’ll have something you can share with Momma – you’re both Hazleton Hurricane Honeys.

Your Momma and I love you very much, Baby. Let’s have another exciting adventure and take a road trip to your great uncle’s house in Shreveport! There will be lots of room for you to walk around outside in his big yard – when it’s not raining. Everyone there will be so impressed with what a big girl you are and how well you can walk now. We’ll have a party for you there, with your aunts, uncles, cousins, Nai Nai, and Papa! It’ll be great! And on the way we can listen to the birthday CD your Granna got for you!

But for now, sleep a little longer while Mommy and Daddy pack up and get all your surprises ready. It seems like you’ll have one uninvited guest on your birthday this year – but at least Ike will bring some adventure with him!

we love you, Lilly.

Daddy (and Mommy)

Perspective in the Mundane

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For today’s post, I’m borrowing a quote from Dorothy Patterson, via Lindsay Edmond’s website, Passionate Homemaking. I noticed this quote on her blog the other day, and it was just what my soul needed to hear. I really have so many “Martha” tendencies, when I need to be more of a “Mary.” And more every day, I am wrestling and grappling with who and what God designed me to be as a wife and mother – keeper of the home.

Here’s the quote:

“Busyness is not godliness. God is not impressed with your production capacity as much as He is concerned that the product of your home – your own children – be chiseled and molded and perfected to the best of your ability. You may tire of this mundane task, but the Lord admonishes you not to grow weary and promises to supply the energy and strength as needed in this all-important task (Isa. 40:28-31). God’s strength is for what He plans for you to do – not stamina for everything you might want to do!”

~Dorothy Patterson, Handbook for Ministers’ Wives

Deep Thoughts by Lilly

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What is she thinking in this picture? I’m not really sure, but she’s super cute. She’s growing up so fast. If it were Jeff writing this post he would likely come up with some funny caption. I got nothin’. Just wanted to say hi to everyone, and thanks for those of you who followed our evacuation and prayed for us and all the gulf coast residents who fled the wrath of Gustav. God answered our prayers!

p.s. – Jeff said this morning that his caption for this picture would have been, “does anybody else smell that?”

“You don’t have to go home…”

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“…but you’ve got to get out of here!”
That seemed to be the message that the replacement night manager at our local grocery store was telling me as he told me I had 5 minutes left to shop before (early) closing time.

As you may have guessed, we are now home. It seems like Gustav didn’t like what I called him (look a few posts down), so he decided to come right for us. The location we evacuated to, that is. The first night of our evacuation we stayed in Tyler, TX, and then we went north and east to a suburb of Dallas. After testing the Army Corps of Engineers work in New Orleans this morning, guess which way the storm headed? Across Louisiana in a northwest direction towards Dallas by way of Tyler. Coincidence? Perhaps. By the way, we have family who live just east of Baton Rouge, LA, who evacuated to a town just outside of Shreveport. Guess which north LA area the storm is in right now?

Like I said, that sucker is a dirty dog. But perhaps we outsmarted it: early this afternoon we left The Colony to come back home. We made it back with just a few sprinkles as far as weather goes. Gustav may be big and destructive, but he can’t turn on a dime and double back to southeast Texas now that he’s picked his path and committed to it. Now all he’s got left to do is throw a last wind and rain fit and then disintegrate. Game over.

Anyway, when we returned home, most places were closed, but the local HEB wasn’t. So there I was, trying to find a few things to replenish the basics in our kitchen, when I discovered that I was literally the last customer in the store. So at least I’ve got that going for me.

o.k., I can’t think of a witty or funny way to end this post, so I’ll just close with a thanks to our Great God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth, Who is great and gracious in all He does. He kept us safe and secure the whole 665-mile journey the past three days.

oh, and thanks also to Gary, Rhonda, Shannon, and Ziggy for being such great hosts and play pals while we stayed at their place on just a few hours’ notice.

until next time, thanks. May God bless you and keep you, and don’t forget to turn off the lights on your way out.

jeffrey (and the sleeping girls)