Dear Friends, at the suggestion of Dan Norsworthy and Jenny Magee, I’ve decided not to shut down MartyMagee.com, but to take an extended break–which I’ve already done.
First, I’d like to tell you a few things that have been going on. The house at left was our home in Springfield Oregon nearly 20 years ago. This was it a few weeks ago. It brought back pleasant memories as we drove by.
Speaking of houses, if you check out www.3051sierra.com you’ll see the house we’re trying to sell. It’s not like us to have every sock picked up and every dish washed. So, you can see the extra time it takes this undomestic blogger.
MILL CITY BACK YARD
If we sell our Fresno house, we plan to move to Mill City. Go to www.realtor.com and type in 1205 Third Av, Mill City OR to see our possible new place.
Here’s one reason we want to move back to Oregon:
LITA AND SADIE--CRAYOLA SPECIALISTS
Here’s a reason we’ve been holding off on the move:
MR WILSON OR PEEPING TORRANCE?
Please look for my second book. MUPPIM, HUPPIM AND ARD should be out sometime in 2010. I’m sure it will be easier to write than figuring out how to place pictures on this mind-of-its-own blog.
Meanwhile, there are a few copies of EBENEZER left.
Blessings to you all!
Filed under family, friends
Once upon a time, Big Brother ate grains and nuts a’plenty.
While Big Sister was looking pretty and talking on the phone.
All the while, Cinderella was tirelessly sweeping the floor.
Alas, Cinderella has found the golden hat. She no longer must toil and slave. The golden hat will bring her wealth and happiness, though it will be difficult for her to see where she’s going with that big hat on.
These stories don’t end happily ever after like they used to. But we came as close as we could.
This unlikely story took place in the unlikely city of Cincinnati, Ohio.
If you can’t find a good fairy tale, try reading Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends.
At the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport, we met an old friend, Gai Brajkovich, from our previous church in Clovis. David switched seats with her. This certainly made the flight go by faster. I wonder if the pilot drove faster because we were talking and laughing so much, he wanted to get us out of there. Maybe it wasn’t turbulence at all.
David and I make pretty good chauffers. Is the Cincinnati airport hiring? That might make a pretty good retirement job.
Gai is an officer with Parents Without Partners, and she came to attend a conference. We’re here for a family reunion with our kids all the way from the Middle East.
If you don’t meet an old friend at the airport this summer, try taking Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends. You could read the whole book in a transcontinental flight.
BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FEET BRINGING GOOD NEWS!
How do you like these darling children?
When taking people’s pictures, I often cut off heads. I don’t usually cut off their whole bodies. This was the exception. Our kids sang at church Sunday. When I saw this botched picture, I almost deleted it from my camera, then I thought, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news! (Romans 10:15) And good news they did bring, cheering us all with their song and dance. I pray they will continue to grow so their feet may be fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace (Ephesians 6:15).
Do you remember singing this song in Sunday school?
I may never march in the infantry, ride in the cavalry, shoot the artillery. I may never fly o’er the enemy, but I’m in the Lord’s army. (Yes, Sir!)
Several months ago I started praying for each of my five grandchildren when I went to bed at night. Then I added a friend’s granddaughter, then four kids of soon to be missionaries to Colombia and then a friend who is pretty much grown, but hasn’t outgrown her need for prayer. Let’s pray for these kids. They need to march in God’s infantry. There are lots of armies they could join. Let’s be sure they’re in God’s army.
There are stories in Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends suitable for these kids. Find one and read it to your child–or let him read it to you! Then pray together for each other.
Marty the photographer