Please don't forget to send out your red envelopes tomorrow, and above all else, don't forget to pray! God can change the heart of even the most stubborn pro-abortionist, and cause them to understand the miracle of birth and the preciousness of life.
posted by Lydia
I start the day the war begins 
Know You've washed me white
( Esther enjoying fresh air )
Our porch all clean and in order!
We're on our way! Lovely Jakie. She's just got the best picture face, doesn't she?
Matthew got the navigator chair. I thought those shades really completed the look.
And of course, lovely Caroline. We girls got packed in the back with the luggage, if you can't tell.
The bus arrived at 8:00 on Saturday morning to take us to the ski slopes.
Finally on the slopes! Check out that view!
I'm actually not sure who this is. I just like his snow pants. Snazzy! 
Another breath taking view.
So this is what ski loges look like in the big city. We country bumpkins were impressed.
Lunch time! One of the ladies in the church graciously allowed some hungry skiers to invade her home.
Caroline and Razz enjoying hospitality.
Viewing the ski slopes from the back deck. 
Daddy takes five before heading back up the slopes. 
Jackie. Love the hat.
Ethan. He was all ready to go. Never sat down for a minute.
And me. Well, part of me anyway. It's sort of awkward taking a picture of your own face.
Well, we're home now, safe and sound. No broken bones or cracked skulls to report. Yeah, I know. Boring! We had a great time, but I hope that was the last skiing trip of the year. I am so ready for spring!A friend told me this story several days ago and it has been on my mind.
In the 5th century, a monk named Telemachus made a journey to the city of Rome. While he was there, he attended a gladiator game in the Colosseum. Hundreds of people had come to the game and they were enjoying themselves greatly as men fought each other for their lives. Telemachus, however, was appalled and could take no more of the violence. He ran down to the center of the arena and cried out for the violence to cease and even tried to separate the fighting men. The crowd was indignant that anyone would dare to interfere with their entertainment. With one accord the crowd rose up and stoned the monk. Telemachus died trying to stop the horrible sport of gladiators.
When the emperor heard of this outrage, he decreed the end of all gladiator games. One man's voice and death brought a end to the gladiators.
I was struck at the power one man's voice can have. I am certainly not in the position of being martyred for my beliefs, but isn't it strange that I still fear to speak up for a righteous cause? I pray that when a opportunity arises I will not shrink from speaking up for my Lord. This story has inspired me.
Posted by: Carissa
The hero does not set out to be one. He is probably more surprised than others by such recognition. He was there when the crisis occurred...and he responded as he always had in any situation. He was simply doing what had to be done! Faithful where he was in his duty there...he was ready when the crisis arose. Being where he was supposed to be...doing what he was supposed to do...responding as was his custom...to circumstances as they developed...devoted to duty-he did the heroic!Have you seen this pixar short film before?
p.s. Post with pictures coming soon!
posted by Lydia
