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… I looked out my bedroom window, and saw the rays of the morning sun filtering through the fast-fading summer leaves.

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Elinor Marie Kastner
Born September 20th, 2008
7 lb., 5 oz.
22.5″ tall

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More secure is no one ever,
Than the loved ones of the Savior–
Not yon star on high abiding,
Nor the bird in home-nest hiding.
God His own doth tend and nourish,
In His holy courts they flourish;
Like a father kind He spares them,
In His loving arms He bears them.
What He takes or what He gives us,
Shows the Father’s love [...]

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I finally got around to posting a few vintage items in my Etsy shop (http://joyofhome.etsy.com/). Snooping around the local thrift stores, I found these treasures at bargain prices, and now, yes indeed! I’m trying to sell them for gigantic profit.

To increase my chances of a sale or two, I spent way too long shooting and [...]

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My little collection of teacups and saucers expanded to five the other day, when a pretty pink rose set caught my fancy as I browsed through the treasures at “Aunt Ellie’s Attic”. I added it to my collection for “some day”… “Some day,” when I have a home of my own, a china cabinet of [...]

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Ready to suffer grief or pain,
Ready to stand the test,
Ready to stay at home and send
Others if He sees best.
Ready to go, ready to stay,
Ready my place to fill,
Ready for service, lowly or great,
Ready to do His will.
- from the hymn, Ready

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Mr. Bennet: “Shut the door, Lizzie.”
– from the film, Pride and Prejudice

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I just love the animated Beatrix Potter series, produced by the BBC. You won’t find much for slapstick, crude humor or explosions in this “cartoon”. Just Miss Potter’s timeless, captivating stories and engaging characters.
If you’ve seen the series, perhaps you remember the song, “Perfect Day”, played for the end credits of each episode? My sisters [...]

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Dear Lord, take up our tangled strands,
Where we have wrought in vain,
That by the skill of Thy dear hands,
Some beauty may remain.
Touch Thou the sad, discordant keys,
Of every troubled breast,
And change to peaceful harmonies,
The sighings of unrest.
Where broken vows in fragments lie—
The toil of wasted years—
Do Thou make whole again, we cry,
And give a song [...]

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