The "All Things of Psalms"

I stumbled upon the second verse in this list last Thursday or Friday.

I never noticed it before, but its rather neat. :) So, tonight I decided to look up other times the Psalms mentoned "all things". I did not look up the Hebrew this time, the hour is late.

Psalm 8:6

Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands;

thou hast put all things under his feet:

Psalm 57:2

I will cry unto God most high;

unto God that performeth all things for me.

Psalm 119:128

Therefore I esteem all thy precepts concerning all things to be right;

and I hate every false way.

One of My Favorite Songs

You should never under-estimate the effect your actions have on your little child.

Whenever I sat on my daddy's knee as a baby/toddler, he would sing to me.

I wasn't very old because I can remember sitting in his hand, leaning in the crook of his arm.

He would sit and rock me in the Squeaky rocking chair. His voice would radiate outwards, I have never felt so warm , so safe in my life as when Dad would sing to me. I know from events that I was less than two years old. He would sing many songs (hymns), but two he sang more often than the rest: "Heaven Came Down" and "Open My Eyes". To this day these are my favorite.

I know them almost by heart. Funny thing is, even though I have tried to memorize these hymns completely, I always pull a blank at the same parts where he would forget the words. How I loved it when he sang and rocked me. The squeak always sang along. Because I always felt so warm and safe, whenever I am in need of warm safety I sing these songs. Here is "Heaven came down"

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O what a wonderful, wonderful day, day I will never forget;

After I'd wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I met.

O what a tender, compassionate friend, He met the need of my heart;

Shadows dispelling, with joy I am telling, He made all the darkness depart.

Chorus

Heaven came down and glory filled my soul, (filled my soul)

When at the cross the Savior made me whole; (made me whole)

My sins were washed away and my night was turned to day,

Heaven came down and glory filled my soul! (filled my soul)

Born of the Spirit with life from above into God's family divine,

Justified fully thru Calvary's love, O what a standing is mine!

And the transaction so quickly was made, when as a sinner I came,

Took of the offer, of grace He did proffer, He saved me, O praise His dear name!

Now I've a hope that will surely endure after the passing of time;

I have a future in heaven for sure there in those mansions sublime.

And it's because of that wonderful day, when at the cross I believed;

Riches eternal and blessings supernal, from His precious hand I received.

No One Understands Like Jesus

No one understands like Jesus;

He's a Friend beyond compare.

Meet Him at the throne of mercy;

He is waiting for You there.

No one under-stands like Jesus

When the days are dark and grim.

No one is so near, so dear as Jesus;

Cast Your every care on Him.

No understands like Jesus;

Every woe He sees and feels.

Tenderly He whispers comfort,

And the broken heart He heals.

No one understands like Jesus

When the foes of life assail.

You should never be discouraged;

Jesus cares and will not fail.

No one understands like Jesus

When you falter on the way.

Though you fail Him, sadly fail Him,

He will pardon You today.

The Beach

I think the first Beach Day of the Summer merits celebrating! Today was the first time at the Beach this year, definitely not normal for us. Normally, we try to get the beach more than once a summer. Love the beach!

So, at about 12:00 we grabbed the towels, beach blanket, some money, packed the milk shakes in ice, and the four of us drove up to the beach. (We are about 35 mins from the lake, white sand, sand bars, the whole bit.) Today was a bright, sunny day with a high of 27 deg: Perfect BEACH weather!

10 mins from the beach we stopped at the grocery store to pick up some junk food -- and decided to pick up lunch. So we bought coke, munchies, candy, , a roasted chicken and onion rings from the deli (free plates, forks, condiments :D). We were the best eating kids on the beach :P -- and it was good. We did of course buy way too much food, but that is half the fun.

True to the country way of life, we had no sooner spread the food out then a kid came up and asked us for a fork-- we did have an extra one. And when while out swimming a random lady chatted away, asking a dozen questions. I was tanning on the beach when a dog came along to sample the chicken bones, I jumped up in surprise, and he thought I wanted to play. Out of the corner of my eye, I located his owner up the hill. So doggie and I did a little dance up the hill. You should have seen the look on the dog's face when he saw the chicken bones! He had such a look of delight as if to say "Oh! Abandoned chicken! My favorite and no one about to stop me!"

We stayed at the beach from 1:00 to 3:00. Even as I sit writing this, I am listening to the Beach Boys, trying to make the beach feeling last as long as possible. The sun felt so good, and I am again a bright shade of reddish brown. My whole being is warm, which is marvelous, especially after last night being so cold. It was the perfect ending to August, a perfect Saturday adventure

That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving,

and tell of all thy wondrous works.

~

Psalms 26:7

As for God, his way is perfect:

the word of the LORD is tried:

he is a buckler to

all those that trust in him.

~

Psalm 18:30

One of My Favorite

I love Gene Stratton Porter books. There has been only one of hers that I did not like, and I can't even remember its title. If you are able to find the originals, they usually have good illustrations.

Gene Stratton Porter (1863-1924) was an american novelist. She wrote often of nature: plants, animals, and the woods. She is best known for her book Girl of the Limberlost. Also well-

known, the book Freckles. Her husband Charles D. Porter started the Bank of Geneva in Indiana.

I think my favorite is The Harvestor. In this book, she paints a beautiful picture of a lakeside cabin. (Apparently developed from her own house she and her husband lived in near the swamp.) The hero is a man. I laugh at my lack of description, but truly, I cannot put it into words, you'll just have to read the book. He is the type of guy that makes modern novel heroes look like wimps....

We own quite a few (or rather my brother owns the books, since he bought them). Among my favorite are Laddie a story told through the eyes of a young girl -- this book is somewhat autobiographical, and Keeper of the Bees --which is about a guy who has just escaped from a army hospital....long story, again you would have to read them.

"For every bad man and woman I have ever known, I have met . . . an overwhelming number of thoroughly clean and decent people who still believe in God and cherish high ideals, and it is upon the lives of these people that I base what I write. To contend that this does not produce a picture true to life is idiocy. It does. It produces a picture true to ideal life; to the best that good men and good women can do at level best.

I care very little for the . . . critics who proclaim that there is no such thing as a moral man, and that my pictures of life are sentimental and idealized. They are! And I glory in them! They are straight, living pictures from the lives of men and women of morals, honor, and loving kindness. . . .

Such a big majority of book critics and authors have begun to teach, whether they really believe it or not, that no book is true to life unless it is true to the worst in life."
— Gene Stratton-Porter

Fimo Food

Working in conjunction with Willi Fustus & Co. , we have begun to sell the Fimo Food in little plastic bags with labels. Check out their store online The Willi Fustus Store

Fimo is a polymare clay that is soft and pliable like Plasterscene, but is cooked in the oven to harden. Fimo.com is the offical Fimo site, it has been around for along time and has recently become more popular. My aunt introduced us to

Fimo a few years back and we have been hooked ever since.

Working with the clay can be pretty tough, especially if the clay drys out. The dried out clay hardens and becomes like gum that has been chewed too long, tough and hard to work.

Fine detailing is also a bit of a challenge, but then the fun is in the challenge. These are some pictures of the Fimo Food we made these past two weeks. We sell the food to Purple Hill Togs, a company near our town that makes doll clothes to fit American Girl Dolls and other dolls. Their site is http://purplehilltogs.webnode.com/

The food is made for 18" dolls. The popular American Girl Dolls have had food accessories for a long time, but as with much of American Girl, the accessories can get pricey. The food we have been making is selling fairly fast. The diameter of the hamburger you see in the top picture is about the same as that of a 25 cent piece quarter.