Monday, February 28, 2011


There is a magical beauty in an ice-enclosed world. Yes, ice creates danger and can wreck havoc on the roads, though that seems only to add to its intensity. I do not like danger, but it causes dependence to be put in the right places. The idea that we, with all our modern technology, have absolutely no control over something is humbling.  

It takes trust to be enclosed without fear. Both for us and for the flowers. It adds a whole new perspective to  Matthew 6:27-30 --

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

Ice will come. We get to choose whether or not it is a blessing.

Continuing with gratitude. . .

206. Sunday morning oatmeal

207. Driving through fog to chuch

208. Trees outlined in silver

209. New teas-- chocolate mint and berry!

210. Lost things found

211. Daddy back home after a business trip

212. Postponing math to shovel the drivway

213. Melting ice

214. Fragile things

215. A gentle God

May your week be enclosed in God's hands~ Megan

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Color Hunt

I had the idea of doing a color hunt after reading this post. I loved looking at all the bright colors. Still surrounded by white here, bright colors grow harder (and more refreshing) to find. Seeing this cheerful spot in the blogging world made me want to make one of my own.

So, I started looking for pink. As with anything, the more I looked, the more I found. And, with two sisters, there was a lot to find  . . .   

I really enjoyed my search for pink and am hoping to hunt for other colors, too. By the looks of the sky, it will be a relief to find yellow. And who knows, when warm weather finally arrives, maybe I'll be in the mood for white! 

May your days be colorful~ Megan

Monday, February 21, 2011

How Are You?

My answer to this question is usually the very common and non-descriptive "Good." Perhaps a little boring, but safe.

My PopPop, on the other hand, responds with "Best day of my life." This has puzzled me, but PopPop is not one to be questioned. He doesn't just say things-- he states them.  There is always a reason behind what he says. Still, the reason grew harder and harder to understand.

You see, PopPop has multiple sclerosis, MS for short.  He has a wheelchair and hand controls in his car because he has trouble walking. When it gets really bad, he can't hold a fork through the whole meal and he has to stop talking because of tremors that shoot through his jaw. How can all that add up to the best day of his life? I would wonder. 

Then I realized what it really meant. He was looking past pain and trials, embracing today. PopPop was living fully now with gratitude. I want to be more like him.

Another way of being grateful-- my gratitude list continued. . . 

196. Pancake breakfasts

197. Susie magazine          
198. Stew in the crock pot

199. Hot baths

200. New music (My dad gave this cd to my mom for Valentine's day, though it has made it's way to my iPod too :)

JJ Heller - When I'm with You [Audio CD]

201. A hunt for pink around the house (I'll share more about that later this week. . . )

202. Pencil shavings

203. Birds up and chirping with the sun

204. Full moons

205. A puzzle box from PopPop

So how am I today? Well, I think this may just be the best day of my life. ~Megan

Friday, February 18, 2011

How I Study Science

 A picture can be worth a thousand words. . .
 but a combination of the two? Just right.


Monday, February 14, 2011

Hearts Like Doors

A picture I drew in 2nd or 3rd grade

 186. Poems tucked away-- in both the basement and my memory 

187. Pink treats for a friend's fun movie party 

 188. Dripping chocolate

 189. Mom's wisdom when the brownies cooked too long

190. Mom's wisdom in general


191. A delightful book. Youngest Sister was the first to hear it and Middle Sister read it next. They seem to revel in asking me what part I'm at and then looking at each other and mysteriously saying that I haven't come to the big secret yet. After that they laugh and tell me they're teasing. I know they are but I still wonder. . .

192. Movies to curl up with on cold nights

193. Playing with cute little girls and boys somewhere in between being babies and toddlers in the nursery at our church

194. Two round blue eyes of one little girl looking into mine. Too small for speaking, she sat peacefully on my hip and we traveled around the room. I would ask if something looked fun to play and she would simply shake her head. Content.

195. Quiet confidence more effective in opening (my) heart than any words

Happy Valentine's Day! ~Megan

Monday, February 7, 2011

Journey to "I Do"

This weekend my mom, dad, sisters, and I traveled across our state to attend a wedding. While in the area we were able to see friends and visit a magical children's museum.  

Sharing a little bit about the weekend by way of my gratitude list. . .

171. Driving trips 

172. Clear roads

173. Bridges

174. Frozen rivers 

 175. Window balconies

176. Old houses. . .

177. Turned into more

178. Kaleidoscopes

179. Whimsical staircases

180. "Real" pretend stores

181. Silhouettes

182. Moving sculptures

183. Playing "Spoons" but using straws instead

184. Not-too-wrinkled outfits

185. Joyful occasions

May your week be full of joy~ Megan

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


 Apparently it is not just the name of an ice cream treat.

 Blizzard 2011 flashes across the TV screen. The weather channel is busy telling us to stay inside.

My dad goes out to shovel the snow that has already collected. Middle Sister and Youngest Sister want to get bundled and join him. My mom agrees, warning them to come in if they get very cold. 

I first take pictures out the window, content to be in warmth. Then I too go outside. After all, blizzards don't happen every day.

The wind blows and blows. It is impossible to tell what snow is falling and what snow has already fallen. The world is a blur of black and white, but mostly white.

The temperature drops. Both it and the snowflakes must have some wonderful padding, being able to plummet down without ever hurting themselves. Perhaps they are to busy biting us with the cold. Whatever the reason, we soon get cold and come back inside.

Despite danger and complications, there is something beautiful about this weather. It forces you inside, together, warm.

~ Megan