“Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise”*

by chuckofish

Well, the highlight of my weekend was on Sunday when, much to my delighted surprise, the guest preacher at my church was Ligon Duncan, the Chancellor & CEO of Reformed Theological Seminary. He is a titan in the reformed world. I was introduced to Rev. Duncan (along with R.C. Sproul, John MacArthur, Sinclair Ferguson) in my research over the last few years, and had watched him on numerous panels and teaching Youtube videos. He did not disappoint in person. Turns out, he is in town for the General Assembly of the PCA. Glory be.

I guess that makes me a bonafide nerd–getting excited about a Presbyterian elder churchman giving a sermon–but I don’t care. As one social commentator recently wrote: “Thankfully, I am considered irrelevant to the current culture and personally proud to be so.” I am an old retired lady and no one cares what I think anymore, so I am happy to go my merry way and think my own thoughts.

Meanwhile, I continue to “organize” my office at home. I have had to bring home a lot of stuff from my office at work, and, of course, there is no room for any of it at home. In the hope of clearing some space, I was looking through some old notebooks and I found this portrait the boy drew of his baby sister when he was 4 1/2 years old. Not a bad likeness.

The notebooks include the kind of anecdotes mothers love to save about their precious offspring, such as:

M. and W. are playing in the cellar with the old dress-up clothes. M. comes upstairs to show me something, exclaiming, “Oh, I remember when I wore this, when I would go over to Grandma’s house. Oh, these things are full of memories for me! Oh, my memories!” (This from a six year old.)

Our memories indeed. What would we do without them? It is fun to sift through them and look back fondly, but we have to live in the present. And there is plenty going on in the present.

For instance, the wee twins came over Sunday night for a frolic and a pre-gaming 4th of July barbecue.

They ran around outside in between thunder storms. They love the slight slope of our front lawn. It adds just that extra je ne sais quoi of excitement that makes them feel like they are flying.

Today they start lacrosse camp! Can’t wait to see their Indian pick-up at the end of the week.

Hang in there–stay hydrated!

*Robert Robinson, 1758