Marine Training

Our Aunt is really strong. She was in the Marines. She can do one arm push-ups. In this movie she is showing us how to do them.

(Go to the bottom of the page and turn off the music first before watching)

We were faking it.

The push-ups are actually really easy to do,
we just did not want to show-off.

But It Is Written . . .

. . . Eye hath not seen,

. . . Nor ear heard . . .

Neither have entered into the heart of man,
the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.

But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.

~I Corinthians 2:9~10

Fun Night

"The Rock"

Blessed be the LORD my Strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight . . .
~Psalm 144~

"...For it is You who light my lamp; The Lord my God lightens my darkness.

For by You I can run against a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall.

This God, His way is perfect; The Word of the Lord proves true;

He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him. For Who is God, but the Lord?

And who is a Rock - except our God?"
~Psalms 18:28-31~


I will love Thee, O LORD, my Strength . . .


The LORD is my Rock, and my Fortress, and my Deliverer; my God, my Strength, in whom I will trust; my Buckler, and the horn of my Salvation, and my High Tower.


I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. . .


. . . I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears.

. . . He sent from above, He took me, He drew me out of many waters.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me . . .

He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because He delighted in me . . .

. . .

It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.

He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms . . .

. . .

Thou hast also given me the shield of Thy salvation: and Thy right hand hath holden me up, and Thy gentleness hath made me great.

Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip.

I have pursued mine enemies, and overtaken them: neither did I turn again till they were consumed.

. . .

For Thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle: Thou hast subdued under me those that rose up against me . . .

. . .

The LORD liveth; and blessed be my Rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted . . .

. . .

He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, Thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: Thou hast delivered me . . .

. . .

Therefore . . .

. . . will I give thanks unto Thee, O LORD, among the heathen, and sing praises unto Thy Name.

~Psalm 18~

IF . . .

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;

If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling~

New Year's Holiday

We had a restful and wonderful time . . .

We watched Bleak House by Charles Dickens. We highly recommend it. A very extensive and interesting story.