Fat ...and Living at Home.

Concerning the myth of the Freshman 15: College freshmen actually gain between 2 and 4 pounds over the course of a year. But 1 in 5 women struggle with an eating disorder, 25% of "normal dieters" progress to pathological dieting, 20-25% of those progress to eating disorders, and 50% of females between 18 and 25 would prefer to be RUN OVER BY A TRUCK than be fat!!!

(SOURCE: Alliance for Eating Disorders Awareness)

The number of adult children living at home has been on the rise since 2000, according to census data. The proportion of men age 25-34 living at home rose from 14% in 2005 to 19% in 2011. The percentage for women in that age group went from 8% in 2005 to 10% in 2011.

Our fathers, Our husbands, Our God

I love you, little one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you.

I love you, beloved one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you.

I love you, dearest one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you.

Funny poem I found in an old Friend magazine:

Service is helping.

It's doing things right.

When someone's in need,

We'll give them a bite--

A bite of the gospel.

A bite of some bread.

Either way,

I'll be blessed when I'm dead.

Marion M., age 10, Alaska

John 20 Terri Harvey

Why do I hasten down the road this after-Sabbath day,

the dust disturbed by my hurried footfalls?

My heart was broken with His on that darkening day,

and I was buried in sorrow through that night and day and night-

a joyless Sabbath, wondering at my faithless fears.

I saw Him heal and feed and pray; I felt the tears of testimony warm, then dry upon my cheeks.

I thought I knew.

But now my steps slow and falter among the rocks and thorns of this garden slope. Why do I climb? What do I seek? How dare I dare?

I will go and do as my heart has led me, with jar and cloth, and hope that I may find access to Him.

Confusion. Have I arrived? Is this the place? Discarded swords. Unbalanced rock ajar. Folded linen bleached blindingly white. But where...

Gone. All gone. Tragically gone.

Head down to calm my panic, forcing breath.

A voice?

“Woman, why weepest thou? What seekest thou?”

Poor kind gardener. How can I begin to open the gate of my heart? How could you, meek soul, abide the depth of what I have seen and heard and felt?

And yet I long for you to rescue me – to take this balm and bind the wound. I beg with clouded eyes.

“Mary.” A distant voice before. Now the familiar whisper of compassion. Dare I lift my eyes to meet his? Hoping hope restores my faith.

The final call to me is by pure Spirit – the purest breath of all.

At last I hear. I see. I feel. I answer:

Master ! 

Finnegan begin again

I think i'll post a blog again. I need to keep a journal. I want to share things I've read or learned so I can throw away the paper source. And sure - I might even TELL you things you wouldn't let me get away with verbally. Besides, you all will need some good material for my obituary someday. I'm old. And you'd better make it good - I WILL be there. (creepy)

Glorious Easter!

What a great Easter Day! The most memorable since back in VA in '77 when Roger had to go to the hospital because his heart wouldn't slow to normal. We planned well the night before & had things ready (ok- by 2am). Everyone (ok - Megan & Ryan & all) showed up at 9 (ok - Megan got there by 9:15) and we hunted baskets & had our eggs A la yuck & everyone left at 10 & we were only 1 hour late for choir rehearsal. The start to a perrrfect day. We had 2 additional strong male voices and I could feel how wonderful we sounded. Unseen angelic voices were there to support our humble offering, I think. "The song of the righteous is a prayer unto me," and the words of the songs we had routinely rehearsed for so many weeks were carried deep into my soul on this holiest of occasions to make it difficult to voice without tears the heartfelt message - a message of unbounded hope to all those who suffer spiritually, as well as physically or emotionally:

Because He lives,
I can bear whatever burden may be mine.
I am encircled in the arms of love divine.
Because He lives,
He will banish every shadow of my pain.
Every sorrow will be swallowed up in Him,
For in HIs hand is healing for the weary soul.
This I know -
Because He lives.

I feel such personal gratitude for the Savior of all Mankind - and for His gift of having YOU in my life.

The end of the story

Here are the rest of the photos.