Abominate prosperity gospel

John Piper explains why the so-called "prosperity gospel" is not the gospel. Yes, it's long but WORTH every minute of it. Let it play while you clean around the house as I'm (trying) to do.



HT: Desiring God

Pottery with Andrew

Andrew is still busy in pottery class. He's already completed a self sculpture and a leaf press plate. He enjoys his class and is looking forward to two more before Christmas. I'll soon post pictures of his finished products once they're all fired and have come home.

He's almost 4

In just a few weeks, Luke will be turning four years old. My heart overflows with love for this sweet little boy. He's not one that likes to cuddle but he certainly loves to have me all to himself and sit in my lap for a good read. He's got my freckles and fair skin (and temper, too). God is good.....oh, so good.

More pictures from Marannook

CAUTION: Dark unedited photos to follow....

I've written about Marannook here, here, here, here, and here...and yet, HERE'S another post with more pictures.

Founders, Barbara and Charles Kendrick-Holmes

I spent two summers of my life at Camp Marannook and it stirs joy in my heart to see my children enjoying themselves at this place that holds such wonderful memories of spiritual growth for me. It was here at Marannook where my passion for reformed theology began, questions started to form, and covenant theology was grasped.

Many meals were eaten and songs sung on the deck of Manna Hall and my own children know it as a place where they too enjoyed delicious food, sang praises to God, and read God's Holy Word.

Enjoying the outdoor activities at THE NOOK:
The Maze, The Cable Car, & The Gem Find.

One evening, we were treated to a romantic dinner while the counselors entertained our children. I always enjoy talking to my best friend...especially over a scrumptious meal.

Hopefully, this will be one of many more Marannook family photos to come.
Maybe our children will be campers one day!

RedBox Code today

Today's RedBox code, good until midnight. Make sure you return your movie before 9 PM tomorrow!

TEGJ6FD

A green dragon, a robot, and a pink bug

This is our cute crew.
We are so proud.

Happy Fall, Y'all!

After returning from the pumpkin patch, it only made sense to paint the orange vegetable.




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Should Christians participate in Halloween?

Should Christians participate in Halloween?
Food for thought....well, video for thought, that is.

Halloween Worries, Doctrine Apathy

Halloween Worried, Doctrine Apathy:
Many Christians delve into the details of the history of Halloween in a sincere effort to try to make a good decision about what's pleasing to God; I just don't see the same time and attention given to studying the details of central Christian beliefs like the Trinity or justification, or the Apostles and Nicene Creed........

HT: Stand to Reason

Pumpkins at the patch

It seems that every fall when we visit the pumpkin patch, we end up sweating. It was so hot yesterday as we meandered around the patch! The boys were wearing shorts and they mentioned a time or two of being hot in their longsleeve shirts. Overall, we had a great time and the hay ride was the highlight of the journey. It's sort of become a tradition that we go with my friend, Jennifer, and her little girl, AC, each year (who happens to be Luke's best friend).

Andrew has been coming for five years
and loves it even more each time.

He wasn't really mad....just posing.

She was in love with the pumpkin maze!

Beautiful orange.

Two little indians!

She found her pick of the litter.

A cute pilgrim boy.
Who knew a gourd would make a good telephone?

Our usual pumpkin patch crew!

Roasting & planting seeds

Since carving the pumpkin, the boys wanted to roast some of the seeds and plant some, too.

They chose to season their seeds with nutmeg and cinnamon.

They chose to plant their seeds in R-A-N-D-O-M places around the house. We'll see what pops up out of the ground (soon or not?)....all. around. the. house.

Seriously, it was fun and makes me giggle to think about. I feel weird now giggling alone in this room by myself.

To my 12 followers....

Ok, to all 12 of you out there who read my blog, you may have been wondering where I've been lately. I got used to posting everyday and then it became an every other day thing and now it just happens whenever I can. My computer needs to be cleaned and I have far too many pictures on the desktop just waiting to be burned to a CD, therefore causing my hard drive to be slow, making me frustrated and impatient when wanting to post. However, I've also been MIA for another reason....

I've been rising at 5:15 a.m. to meet 30 other women for fitness boot camp! It's been challenging to get up that early since most of you know I'm a night owl. But, I've made it for all the meetings thus far and I hope to see some success in a few weeks. I'll be "working it out" with this group for the next eight weeks, being released from my drill sergeant just before Christmas. We have spent most of our time outside in the dark climbing stairs, running, doing suicide sprints - and then inside to work on target muscle areas with weights, etc. In the group I've got a new friend who runs with me and it's been a joy to see her regularly and chat about our lives. We encourage one another by cheering wildly and reminding that there's only one lap left! Of course, all this hoopla is sputtered out while we're gasping for breath and heaving for air.

Anyway, you might read less of me for the next eight weeks but I'm here and will be blogging every so often....if I don't roll over and crash first.

Wordless Wednesday: Thinking cap?

Time to carve the pumpkin

This might be the last year we only get one pumpkin for the whole family. I think my children would have each rather had their own (you think?). Anyway, we had a good time scooping the goo out of the pumpkin and then separating the seeds from the "meat". The boys requested a smiley face on the pumpkin so that's just what they got. It's now sitting on our front porch with a burning candle inside. Jack is happy....and so are my children.