If we could see beyond today

As God can see;

If all the clouds should roll away,

The shadows flee;

O'er present griefs we would not fret.

Each sorry we would soon forget,

For many joys are waiting yet

For you and me.

If we could know beyond today

As God does know,

Why dearest treasures pass away

And tears must flow;

Any why the darkness leads to light,

Why dreary paths will soon grow bright;

Some day life's wrongs will be made right

Faith tells us so

"If we could see, if we could know,"

We often say,

But God in love a veil does throw

Across our way;

We cannot see what lies before

And so we cling to Him the more,

He leads us till life is o'er;

Trust and obey

L.B. Cowman

This weekend, enjoying a brief reprieve from the heat, Nate and I sat on a bench near our house while Sophia soaked herself in left over rain puddles. One of my favorite things about our neighborhood (read apartment complex) besides being very green (as in grass and foliage-not environmentally) are the song birds. They are such a nice surprise in our big city move. The apartment complex maintains feeders and bird houses. Their delightful melodies are an unexpected touch.

Despite my fondness for the song birds, as Nate and I chatted I grew increasingly alarmed at how they were attacking a beautiful hawk perched on a post nearby. After thirty minutes I finally remarked to Nate. "I think that hawk is wounded? It hasn't flown away. Those birds are all over it. They actually are pecking at it and it hasn't moved." Seriously concerned for the hawks safety I began to wonder if I should call animal control? "Nate, I actually feel sorry for the hawk--do you think we should do something?" Immediately after the words came out of my mouth the hawk took a couple of hops bounding into the air and out of sight. Without any effort it swept right past us giving us a great look of the struggling baby bird in its talons.

We were silent for a moment without missing a beat Nate asked "Still feel sorry for the hawk?"

And Then We Danced

"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plan and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh a time to mourn and a time to dance." Ecc 3:1-4

Sophia firmly believes Texas is synonymous with dance. We've been binging on it since our arrival, between dress-up with cousins, ballerina birthday parties and dance-camp at church its been a little girls dream! Soon we'll start soccer, preschool and a variety of well-rounded activities but for now it's dance!

These Days

Life is starting to feel a little bit more like home with lotz of special time with cousins.



This is Sophia and I adjusting to the heat. With the hurricane in the gulf the recent rain has eased the heat but a couple weeks in the high 90's turned us both into afternoon Zombies. Thank heavens for air conditioning and swimming pools