Gone from My Sight

"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined ports.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" --- And that is dying."

It will be so good to see that other port someday. I hope Mrs. Libby is standing front and center, holding little Ruby.

Nature Center

We found the place to be on a hot day in Boise. The MK Nature Center is shady, cool, and has plenty of room to run around and see fish and birds. We had such a great time. The whole place smells like syringa and sounds like birds and mountain streams. It would be easy to forget you're in downtown Boise. Here are our pics, and video.

Sitting pretty by the waterfall








Watching the birds from the bird bench












Stomping by the lava rocks













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By Popular Demand

Sam's "Fruit Salad"
As requested, here is the recipe for the salad I brought to a recent BBQ. It's a salad, so you can make a gazillion variations, obviously. I'll tell you exactly how I made it for the BBQ though, and then you can go crazy on your own. These amounts made about eight large helpings.


Salad Ingredients
12 oz, or 2 bags fresh spinach
1 pint strawberries
2 handfuls of blackberries
2 handfuls of blueberries
1 cup mandarin oranges (no juice)
big handful of sliced toasted almonds

Salad Dressing
4 teaspoons strawberry jam
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
About 6 tablespoons EVOO
Salt and pepper, to taste
About 1 tablespoon poppyseeds
Whisk the jam and vinegar together. Slowly whisk in the oil. Add salt and pepper, and poppyseeds. Go a little heavy on the seasonings, since the fruit will be really sweet. Toss with the salad ingredients. Let it sit for a few minutes before serving so that the fruit absorbs the dressing.

I like this salad because it's the only one that people never ask "Why aren't there any tomatoes?"

Some of the variations I've done:

Leaving out whatever I don't have on hand, or whatever is not in season. Just strawberries and spinach, and the dressing without the poppyseeds, is also really good.

If I want to make it for dinner, I add some chicken with the salad ingredients. The chicken turns a funky bright pink color when mixed with the strawberries, but that's kind of fun.

Use romaine, or whatever lettuce you have, instead of spinach.

I've seen some recipes that also include red onion. Never tried it, but sounds kind of good.

When they make the somewhat similar Bingham salad at the club, I think they mix in some kind of cheese. Maybe bleu cheese, or gorgonzola?

Throw in anything else that's in season: kiwi, apples, pears, etc.

Dakota

It's official - the dog's name is Dakota. Faith calls her "Kaka" which we find very appropriate. :)

Genetics

I don't understand how genes work. When F was born, she had dark skin and black hair and looked like exactly like J. Now look at her! She's a clone of my baby pics. Who knows what she'll look like as a grown-up!?!

Don't Try This At Home

F dressed herself today, and then took her baby out for a nice "walk." I wish I had half her style.

Hope Now Stands Renewed

Random thoughts from the brain of S...

For J and I, the 07-08 year has been defined by loss. Including our two miscarriages, we've had five people close to us pass away during the past nine months. We've become very aware of how temporary, and fragile, life really is. Heaven seems so close, and so much more like home, each time someone we love precedes us there. Like most people, I've imagined what it's going to be like to be in heaven, to walk straight into God's presence. Now when we talk about heaven, it seems so much more real when I think about the fact that I'll be worshiping with Mrs. Libby, holding Ruby's hand, and standing next to J's grandfather. It seems more and more like home, and that much of a sweeter place to look forward to, every time someone we love goes there before us.

During the past two months, I've struggled with understanding the reasons for our miscarriages, and why people who seem to be young and in good health are dying of breast cancer. It just seems so wrong. God has really been impressing on my heart that it seems wrong because it is wrong. We were not created to live in a world where people die. Our hearts long for a perfect world where no one suffers because that is where we are supposed to be. Jesus's death on the cross has saved us from our sin, and also from a world where people are born to die. I'm learning to give up this idea that everything will be perfect in this world, and to hope more and more for the day when I will see God's perfect creation - the new heaven and the new earth.

Totally unrelated...

I'm reading a book that I pretty much hate, but I just want to see how it ends. One of the main characters is a Benedictine monk who is considering leaving the monastery before taking his final vows. He talks a lot about who/what God is, and what spirituality is. He defines God as a "Beautiful Nothing" and says that real spirituality is what he feels when he is outside in nature, not what he experiences in church or while reading the Bible. Interesting idea. What if we defined other relationships in the same way that He defines His relationship with God? Like marriage, for example? Would it make sense to say that my marriage is defined by the moments that I feel warm and fuzzy feelings towards J? Those moments are crucial for maintaining the health of a marriage, and it's wonderful when I feel like my husband is my soulmate and my best friend in the whole world. But I don't think that those are the times that I show him real love. Real love is shown in the moments that I really don't want to do something for him, and choose to do it anyway, even when it means giving up something that I want or even need. Shouldn't our relationship with God require the same sacrifice, if not more? Perhaps real spirituality is not when we stand outside in nature and feel God's presence all around us. Instead, maybe it is when I choose to study His word even though the Old Testament seems impossibly boring and repetitive. Maybe it is when I bite my tongue and show love to the crazy parent in my class who is rude to me every single day. Hmm.

And, lastly, here is a good song.