More pictures

26 04 2010

hockey, hockey, and more hockey.. Kajsa loves hockey.

little gardener

little artist... enjoying the spring day

Snow Angels... not grass angels, but snow angels. She thinks snow angels are hysterical in the grass.

the fine spring day

I Love Baseball, I love pink... I love my new rain boots...!

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Sometimes I can hardly stand it..

26 04 2010

how cute she is. And how funny. I wish I had the energy to write the stories, right now, but for now, photos will have to do. Enjoy.

Washing toys after the rummage sale

Twirly Dress

I love this picture...

carrying the hockey stick--in its bag. She carried it around much of the time we were outside playing that day.

We love spring! We love chalk, spray bottles with water, being outside in the spring... and, by the way, the chalk rainbows down the driveway were on request by Kajsa, but exectued by me, on rollerblades.

peek-a-boo

feeding the goats at Stewart's Bird Farm

Lily of the Valley--this ones for you, Joan!





someone to respect

19 04 2010

I could care less about golf. Really. Normally it bores me. But I am passionate about how professional athletes–and other public figures–act. And I’m always curious about how they spend their time outside of the limelight, and how their actions are examples–positive or negative–for those who look up to them.  Well, this story is about someone in the limelight, and his actions took place in the limelight. But still, it’s a great story, about an unknown golfer who could have won his first PGA tournament… but called a penalty on himself, and lost the tournament. Admirable. Worthy of respect. I like to read about this kind of honesty and truthfulness in public figures. I like to read and hear about this kind of honesty and truthfulness in non-public figures, too. It makes me think.  Check it out.





photos again

18 04 2010

Here are some more photos… obviously, we love this brown corduroy outfit! It’s a hand-me-down from friends, and Kajsa’s worn it twice in the past two weeks. So fun. It’s been cold lately, here in Harleysville. Brrr.. so tonight when Kajsa and I went out to play we had to bundle up. No photos of our hockey “game”, as I was on roller blades.. and didn’t want to risk dropping the camera.

Eating leftover ham, and sitting on Daddy's shoulders

on the way to church. I've posted a photo from the other direction--looking towards home from church. Now, looking from home towards church.





Easter Day: Dance

8 04 2010


Morning Dance

Originally uploaded by cathyse97.

Our favorite singing group–Lost & Found–has a song called “Dance”. It’s one of Jim’s favorite songs, about the ladies going to visit the tomb of Jesus: and the tomb is empty! Part of the lyrics are as follows: “At dawn as the walked sadly hanging their heads. They fell in reverence when the angel said, ‘Why do you look for the living with the dead?’Their mourning song turned to dancing instead.”

Mourning song turned to dancing. Imagine the joy, yet disbelief, at realizing what had happened.. that Jesus had risen, just as he said. Of course there would be disbelief at first, and shock, and all that stuff. But after that.. when they saw the risen Christ… what must have they thought? done? imagine the dancing!

Of course, life circumstances can distract us from the dancing joy. Life can get us down, it can discourage, depress, disappoint… obviously. We know this all too well. So we keep hoping, trying, reminding ourselves and others of the Easter Dance: that Christ is victorious, Christ is risen. Regardless of life’s circumstances, Christ is risen. We can dance… and we can keep hoping in this risen Savior.





way late posting: “Holy” Saturday

8 04 2010


“Holy” Saturday

Originally uploaded by cathyse97.

Is this what that Saturday before the resurrection was like–looks of confusion, people scattered all over, even the animals scattered, wondering what was going on…? And, as much as I love an Easter egg hung–and I do–missing the point of the whole thing? (Don’t get me wrong–I’m one who likes to do the egg hunts, as long as we don’t lose sight of the reason we celebrate Easter.)

I can only imagine the shock, grief, confusion, disappointment, and discombobulation felt on that Saturday… wondering what needed to happen next. How to go on? How to move forward? Where to look for meaning, for comfort…





Good Friday: It is finished…

6 04 2010



Good Friday: It is finished…

Originally uploaded by cathyse97.

I know, it’s after Easter. But I did take the photo on Good Friday–kind of. A bit after midnight, but still Good Friday in Chicago.

The photo is of everyone’s shoes in our mudroom. We waited on Friday… waited for my parents and younger sister, then waited for my oldest sister, brother-in-law, and nephew. Waiting around for company who has never been at your house before unsettles me. Until they all arrived, I wasn’t completely at peace. Once the door was locked, the guests were in their beds, and the lights began to be turned off… then I felt at peace. And the words “it is finished”… came to mind.

Jesus’ final pre-resurrection act on earth—dying on the cross, for us..–is a much greater act of love and sacrifice than waiting for company to safely arrive from their destinations. Yet I thought about it, when I saw this room and took the photo. it’s much more than hospitality, it’s much more than waiting… it’s the ultimate act of love that I can hardly even imagine.

And yet Christ did it.