Clothed With Scarlet

My Crown of Glory!

I wrote this a few years ago...my thoughts have not changed in the least...
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Birthdays are so different now that I have my own children.  It is a wonderful day to celebrate a life...a life breathed into existence by our Heavenly Father!

 I decided some years back that I was going to grow old God's way.  I decided that I was going to refuse the world's way of everlasting youthfulness and embrace the blessing of growing older, whatever that may bring.

Bailey stood beside me a few years ago as I located my first grey strand atop my head.  Bailey  questioned my excitement.  I laughed and said to Bailey, "My words are not adequate, let me just read it to you."  She was fast on my heels as I spun around and headed toward my bible.

Here is what I read to my eldest daughter:

The hoaryhead is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.  ~~Proverbs 16:31

I explained to Bailey that hoary means grey.  Then I read it again like this:  "The grey head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness."  'Bailey, that means that God has started making my crown of glory!  My grey hair can be a crown of glory if I walk in righteousness with the Lord!  Isn't that exciting?  :0)'

 

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With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.  ~~Job 12:12

It never fails.  If we look around us, we find that this old world twists every aspect of God's way for our lives.  I don't want any part of that.  He created us!  He knows how many hairs we have upon our heads...it is his hand that begins to "paint" each of those strands grey.  How can we possibly choose not to embrace God's perfect design?

There are many years to come before I resemble this lovely woman.  On each August 11th, I choose to be thankful for whatever the Lord brings in my next year of life. 

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August 11th is also a day that think of my own mother...as she cared for a newborn infant and began her journey into motherhood.  If you are a mother, you know exactly how wonderful your child's birthday is. 

Happy Birthing Day Mother!  ;0)

  

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written by Mrs. Klause

originally written on August 11, 2008

Music:  Moonlight Sonata in honor of my Mother & my Grandmother Bettye

 

 

Cucumber & Grape Salad

Our family is striving to eat more healthy, whole and clean foods.

Today we came up with a new and tasty salad...

Bailey chopped cucumbers into bite-sized pieces and added just a drizzle of olive oil, a few shakes of garlic, a shake of salt and it tasted wonderful.  Then, I decided to throw in a handful of sliced purple grapes.

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What a yummy salad!  It would also be tasty to add a bit of feta cheese but we are opting out of dairy for a while so we will have to try that later on.

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posted by Mrs. Klause
August 9, 2011

Mr. Huckleberry found his Forever Home!

Yippee!  Last week Mr. Huckleberry met his new family on Monday and they took him home on Thursday.  I think he will be so very happy there with folks home during the day but still active and ready to take him for a run.  Plus, there are other dogs there and he does love to play with other dogs.

I will miss him.  He is a good dog.  The girls wanted to take a "goodbye picture" with Mr. Huckleberry.  'Twas not easy to get four children and a dog to sit still and look at the camera! 

 

I hope you live a long and happy dog life Mr. Huckleberry!

Love,
The Klause Family

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I'm Real

It was only in the last few years that I read the story of The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.  The story begins on Christmas morning when a little boy finds a stuffed rabbit in his stocking.  The boy liked the rabbit and loved on him but in the bustle of the morning, the little rabbit was forgotten.  The rabbit lived here and there in the nursery and the other toys were not very nice to him.  It was only The Skin Horse that was kind to the little rabbit.

"The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.  "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"  "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."  "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.  "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."  "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"  "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."  "I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. "The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." "

Have you ever felt as ragged as the Skin Horse?  Feeling shabby?  I know that there are some days in our home that I feel shabby.  It is a blessing however to have a dear husband and four little girls to love off most of my hair, cause me to get loose in the joints and feel as though my eyes have dropped out.  :0)   My husband and my children have blessed my life beyond any measure.  I am thankful that I am "Real", like Skin Horse.  I am thankful to have a husband that knows I am here to take care of him.  I am thankful that God has entrusted me to raise up and teach three little girls.  I cannot imagine life without my husband and children.  Wife to my beloved husband of nearing 19 years and Mother to four little girls...I would not have it any other way, not even for one single day.

"28Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  29Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  30For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."  ~~Matthew 11:28-30

"Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come."  ~~Proverbs 31:25

posted by Mrs. Klause

October 23, 2007

Music: 4 a.m. by Candlelight by David Nevue