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Name: Elisabeth
Gender: Female
Interests: Serving the Lord and my family is first and always on my mind. I enjoy learning as much as I can and preparing for my future role in this season in my life. I love to cook, bake, garden, and am an avid reader. Also, in my spare time, I am a living historian spanning three centuries (1700s,1800s, and 1940s), tutor homeschoolers in history, and sew.
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10/29/2005
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"Stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord."
~ Exodus 14:13. ~ These words contain God's command to the believer when he
is reduced to great straits and brought into extraordinary
difficulties. He cannot retreat; he cannot go forward; he is shut up on
the right hand and on the left; what is he now to do? The Master's word
to him is, "Stand still." It will be well for him if at such times he
listens only to his Master's word, for other and evil advisers come
with their suggestions. Despair whispers, "Lie down and die;
give it all up." But God would have us put on a cheerful courage, and
even in our worst times, rejoice in His love and faithfulness. Cowardice
says, "Retreat; go back to the worldling's way of action; you cannot
play the Christian's part, it is too difficult. Relinquish your
principles." But, however much Satan may urge this course upon you, you
cannot follow it if you are a child of God. His divine fiat has bid
thee go from strength to strength, and so thou shalt, and neither death
nor hell shall turn thee from thy course. What, if for a while thou art
called to stand still, yet this is but to renew thy strength for some
greater advance in due time. Precipitancy cries, "do something. Stir yourself; to stand still and wait, is sheer idleness." We must
be doing something at once—we must do it so we think—instead of looking
to the Lord, who will not only do something but will do everything. Presumption
boasts, "If the sea be before you, march into it and expect a miracle."
But Faith listens neither to Presumption, nor to Despair, nor to
Cowardice, nor to Precipitancy, but it hears God say, "Stand still,"
and immovable as a rock it stands. "Stand still";—keep the
posture of an upright man, ready for action, expecting further orders,
cheerfully and patiently awaiting the directing voice; and it will not
be long ere God shall say to you, as distinctly as Moses said it to the
people of Israel, "Go forward." - July 24th, Spurgeon's Morning By Morning
 (art.com)
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My dearest friend Mae will be making a few appearances on here as a "guest writer". I hope that you all will warmly welcome her and enjoy her words of wisdom. She is a very Godly and precious woman and very dear to me. I am very excited that she will be sharing things that are on her heart and in her mind.
She wanted me to post this wonderful hymn to share with you all. We both have been greatly blessed by it and hope you will be blessed as well.
Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Charles Wesley
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.
The story behind this hymn....
"Mrs. Mary Hoover, of Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, whose grandmother
was the heroine of the story, has related to her pastor this
family tradition: Charles Wesley was preaching in the fields of
the parish of Killyleagh, County Down, Ireland, when he was
attacked by men who did not approve of his doctrines. He sought
refuge in a house located on what was known as the Island Barn
Farm. The farmer’s wife, Jane Lowrie Moore, told him to hide in the
milkhouse, down in the garden. Soon the mob came and demanded the
fugitive. She tried to quiet them by offering them refreshments.
Going down to the milkhouse, she directed Mr. Wesley to get through
the rear window and hide under the hedge, by which ran a little
brook. In that hiding-place, with the cries of his pursuers all
about him, he wrote this immortal hymn. Descendants of Mrs. Moore
still live in the house, which is much the same as it was in Wesley’s
time." -from cyberhymnal.org
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Home “Home’s not merely four square walls,
Though with pictures hung and gilded:
Home is where affection calls,
Filled with shrines the heart hath builded!
Home! Go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing ‘neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there’s one to love!
Home is where there’s one to love us! Home’s not merely roof and room,
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there’s some kind lip to cheer it!
Where is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet?
Home is sweet, --and only sweet,--
Where there’s one we love to meet us!”
-1883
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~ Summer Reading ~
The books I am currently reading this season are....
My Bible (King James Version)
*Please don't mind this strange post...
I am working on my side module and this is just one of those strange posts!
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Mumsie just recently posted a little about our weekend at a local museum's annual WWII weekend. She wanted Will to write about our bike restoration project....but now the job has been passed to me.  So I will do my best at telling you of what I know of my bike's story....
Last July, a few weeks after the WWII weekend I was out antiquing with Mumsie, Jennifer, and her Mumsie. Jen knew that I was looking for a bike and found one tucked in the back of the store in a corner. We pulled it out and discovered a 1930s era Elgin woman's bike. The tag said it was from 1939 and came from the New England area. It was the perfect price and needed some TLC. I will never forget that day, the memory of trying to get the bike in our van and the ride home is quite priceless. 
My bike as we found it....
I then did some research (with a little help from a friend) not to long ago and found that it was sold by Sears between 1934-1937 and is a Elgin Swallow. In 1935 Sears sold this bike for $26.95. The color choices were blue or black with white trim (later in 1936 it was changed to ivory trim). The bike came with "Chromium plated rims, sprockets, handlebars, truss rods and saddle springs" and the "famous Troxel saddle". This bike came with the older style kickstand (or rather "parking stand") and a full skirt and chain guard.
 At some point the bike was painted over with a thick cream colored paint....all over everything! We knew we had to take it off to fix it up and that we did. Grandpa came over and helped us look it over and take off most of the paint. We discovered that the original color was blue....
 Dad and I took it apart , cleaned up all the parts, and took off what paint was left. Will primed all the parts that needed to be painted, Mumise ordered some original Elgin grips, and then Will started to paint with the color that matched as close as we could find. The day before the big weekend Mumsie and I found a place that sold tires that had a tread close to the original (we still need to find better ones...but these will do for now) and Grandpa came and helped us put the bike back together.
 It was fun to try to remember where everything was supposed to go. Um...I think we put the back wheel on several times...right Grandpa??? About an hour or so before we left to go to the airport for a pre-weekend gathering we had it all together, Will and I finished stringing the skirt guard on and took it for a test drive...
 Yes...Jumbo was supervising the whole operation. It still needs some work, the tire rims need some help (those need to be scraped and painted yet), some white trim needs to be added and the saddle fixed up a bit. Now the hunt has started for a nice basket to set in front and maybe a nice leather bag for the back of the saddle.
So that's the story of our recent family project. Now I am trying to convince Dad and Will that our next restoration project should be a Ford 8N and then maybe a truck from the 40s???  Just kidding....we will keep working on the small stuff first...
The semifinished product...
 
I think Will or Mumsie will be posting more about our weekend.
This will be my last "personal" post for a while. I would like to keep my xanga for sharing about Biblical womanhood, homemaking, and being a daughter at home for now....maybe occasionally I will share other things, but only occasionally. I hope you all don't mind....
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