Driving to the Outer Banks

We rise and ride to see you
Morning cracking up the sky
Roll down the windows sugar
The chilly night is singing goodbye
I'll stick my fingers through her spine
And have communion in the light.

Get me to the sea
to be near to that revolutionary
(not complete)

Too day to be night.

Catching up on near past memoirs.
April of '05 in March of '08
as is.
Beautiful weekend the Lord gave us. We celebrated Mya's b-day party Friday night w/ 17 kids. They played parachute, baseball, red rover, had pizza, chips, pineapples, and a pretty rose cake. Mya got lots of pretty things: dolls, polly pockets, pom poms, lovely homemade cards, etc. Watched The Incredibles and ate popcorn. Kids left at 10. Ball games on Saturday. Maddie got a hit and won. Mya won in an exciting game. Austin's party was Saturday afternoon. Sunday went to the park and picnic, napped and Elizabeth and Mary Kate were dedicated Sunday night and after church we went to McAlister's. Tea party today at Nana's school.

April 6 of '05
My girls work hard at their schoolwork, trying to beat Spring Fever. Their skin has sap in places and Maddie and Ele needs a trim. Ele prayed a special prayer for China that everyone she knows would be Chinese. Her blonde hair hangs to her waist and she has learned to hit a baseball with her little ball uniform (pink star ball shirt, black athletic shorts and Dean and Deluca hat.) She alternates that outfit with pretty dresses. Mya lost her front top tooth and the look quite suits her. She loves the action of the ballfield, social as I've ever seen. Beautiful, very wild, and precious. 4 days from 6. Her party's Friday night from 6-10. Madison's been helping plan it all week. Madison's on Mrs. Amy's softball team. She likes it okay, but my little scholar wants to do her work perfectly and quickly. She is so inventive and a wonderful leader. She loves to eavesdrop on my conversations and yesterday, she and Mya rode their bikes to the top of the driveway for the hill. She spent the afternoon pampering Mya the birthday girl.

Your bathing leaves me clean and I need cleaning for my mind. Deliver all the edgy aggrevation from surfacing. Be near O God as I desire your voice in my ear. Calming, directing, creating, shielding and sculpting all deformities.

A Dream, the Voice of the Lord, Life Here

It was a segmented and fragmented dream. The emotion was frustration. Things my heart wanted were kept from me. The ending was peace. A train came and interrupted a camp-like gathering. There was a time of playing in the water, of running. The path wound into a dining hall where everyone was starving and I was in charge of the cooking. I pushed through the line of people to get to the kitchen. There was a carelessness in the kitchen. One young lady put a glass casserole on a burner and poured ice water into it just to watch it explode and the glass shards flew into the other food. I saw the danger of it, I warned her but she didn't listen. I watched people drive away some congregation some friends without saying goodbye and my heart ached. I was in the kitchen cleaning while everyone was playing in the yard. I was bitter. The Lord taught many things to me in the dream. He is here, and his light cleanses me. In each dangerous situation, I was protected at a distance. The Lord gave caution to me in my heart to not lose my mind, my temper, my precious things. Closer to Him, I feel His sacrifice for me and my love for Him deepens. He is going to be near always to me because of His sweet Love.

It's good Friday and I'm here at home with my darling girls.

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Label Actions... New Label... Select: All, None 1 – 1 of 1 Your Posts: All, Drafts, Published Edit there are more birds in our yard than a sanctuary ... there are more birds in our yard than a sanctuary this month. we are wading through these days; they are crawling by. I feel like i can count every breath waiting and waiting. i am one part afraid to hope and three parts hopeful in my heart. but there IS hope in my heart and i am drawn to the hope. it pulls me into itself and kisses my cheeks. when i submit to the hope, all of the birds swoop up to my window and flap furiously cheering me along along along. i prayed to be awakened, to hear his voice and to know what to do and where to go. jonathan taught that this life of following after christ will always feel unending...there is no settling....the son of man has no place to lay his head. it is a journey. i sometimes wonder if this settling, if this putting down the roots, home additions, secure jobs, school investment is letting someone down. i do, in ways want to be journey ridden, bag in hand, train to jump with all of the little ones tottering behind. I do sometimes want to journey from town to town offering peace, shaking dust from my sandals. and so i prayed when i was laying in ele's top bunk i asked Him to wake me. he did. he reminded me of hepzibah roskelly, a professor of creative writing at uncg. when the window opened to that thought, a pervasive knowledge of what to do came. i don't know the timeline, i don't know the nuts or bolts of a car to get me to that place in my life, but i feel that sometime i will teach the philosophy of creative writing or instruct teachers in the ways to equip students with the courage to write. poetry. i have an exciting approach to perhaps we will go to costa rica and care for the mothers and their little ones. i am practicing not knowing, and marinating in today. i don't want to run from these beautiful days at home cleaning carpets for my children's feet. it is the sweetest of tasks, folding their little shirts and tucking in their socks, and dreaming of their bikes all in a row, cooking a warm warm meal for their little bellies. oh, the love i have makes my head spin and spin. i have more. i have years stored, i have found a storehouse of it and it is all that i can do that satisfies to the depths of who i am. my best thoughts today were of my sweet bryan, my mappers, mya, ele blue and all of my little nieces and nephews, the children i have yet to hold, the ones i will hold because of so great a promise. and so we sing on the way there and back. our life is a musical strand. there is a beautiful joy in our little sweet house. i am a queen and so wealthy, so adorned with jeweled lovelies that i can barely believe it. ele has learned to ride her bike. maddie has worked furiously on "tornado" her short film starring her sisters and cousins, mary and elizabeth. she will be a genius at what ever she sets out to do in her life because she wants perfection in all that she does. and her creativity is astounding me. what a funny and beautiful darling. we are so proud of her. she is increasingly wonderful day by day. mya and molly have been running together. they are the best of pals. mya has really gotten herself more organized with her school work and she is making us so proud with her character and her beauty and the sensitive friend that she is. is all of this really real? tonight i made mustard maple chicken, asparagus, rice, and corn muffins. i am sleepy lately and calm with the coffee decrease in my life. saturday they're all coming over to fill up our home with songs for leah's 30th birthday. i think the girls will hide eggs for the toddlers. easter is sunday. draft 3/19/08 by nicole verrone Delete 1 – 1 of 1