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August, 2005

  1. #3 for today

    August 17, 2005 by louissa

    i talked with her this evening. it was quite the lengthy conversation for two people who hate the phone. perhaps it’s not so bad afterall. : )

    i know, holy lot of posts louissa. chill out. but talking with her made me happy.

    “And now I am ready to turn in. Daughter #5 is on the phone with daughter #3. The giggling hasn’t stopped since she said hello 20 minutes ago. I am glad they are friends. They are two of my favorite daughters, you know! (I have 7 favorite daughters – how lucky of me!) : )” – my mom.

    “so happy…”


  2. julia marie

    August 17, 2005 by louissa

    julia.

    tomorrow.

    field’s.

    7:30.

    questions?


  3. jimmy wayne

    August 17, 2005 by louissa

    sometimes i just love country music.

    He can’t remember
    The times that he thought
    Does my daddy love me?
    Probably not
    That didn’t stop him
    From wishing that he did
    Didn’t keep him from wanting
    Or worshipping him

    He guesses he saw him
    About once a year
    He could still feel the way he felt
    Standing in tears
    Stretching his arms out
    As far as they’d go
    Whispering daddy
    I want you to know

    I love you this much
    And i’m waiting on you
    To make up your mind
    Do you love me too?
    How ever long it takes
    I’m never giving up no matter what
    I love you this much

    He grew to hate him for what he had done
    ’cause what kind of father
    Could do that to his son?
    He said ‘d— you daddy’
    The day that he died
    The man didn’t blink
    But the little boy cried

    Half way through the service
    While the choir sang a hymn
    He looked up above the preacher
    And he sat and stared at him

    He said
    ‘forgive me father’
    When he realized
    That he hadn’t been unloved
    Or alone all his life
    His arms were stretched out
    As far as they’d go
    Nailed to the cross
    For the whole world to know

    I love you this much
    And i’m waiting on you
    To make up your mind
    Do you love me too?
    How ever long it takes
    I’m never giving up no matter what
    I love you this much


  4. more and more.

    August 16, 2005 by louissa

    posting pictures is easier then actually writing sometimes. it’s the, “i know i should post something, but i’m too tired to actually write. here, i’ll post some pictures. people like that.” so here are some of my pictures from spain. they are scanned. i didn’t bring my father’s digital to spain with me. : )

    the girls on the team.

    julia and me ready for our night out on the town.

    the three sinclair girls on the team.

    in the middle of “the exchange.” unfortunately, you can’t really see the facial expressions – and they are the best part of this photo… missions night.

    my favorite little boy, israel.

    the three sinclair girls at the castle.

    the start of our “soap-box” evangelism in downtown madrid.

    mamma and me.

    leslie – one of the bestest people ever.

    “the exchange” in a park in madrid.


  5. back in the day.

    August 14, 2005 by louissa

    old school pictures. so very much fun. so very much scanned, but still so very much fun.

    danica and camilla rae.

    the last four girls of the family playing dress-up.

    it’s eric clapton – can’t you tell? actually, this is my dad back in ’98.

    jamie with perhaps his very first rabbit…? i don’t think we actually ate it – none of us like rabbit very much.

    julia marie and liana renee.

    the three little girls in summer pajamas.

    ryan and camilla in ’98.

    the beautiful bride trying on her dress.

    the kids with daby and ryan – and of course, plastic guns in hand.


  6. rise and shine.

    August 12, 2005 by louissa

    i absolutely hate waking up in the morning.


  7. yup, this is me.

    August 10, 2005 by louissa

    He told me that i get too distracted with the big things. i get caught up in the fact that i don’t know what i’ll be doing in 2 years, or 3, or 4, or – well, you get the picture. i’ve been pre-occupied with this for a year or so constantly asking to know, constantly praying for direction. and tonight He told me to chill. focus on the day-to-day little things that come up. trust that He will guide me step by step.

    Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
    And lean not on your own understanding;
    In all your ways acknowledge Him,
    And He shall direct your paths.
    Prov. 3.5,6

    we be a small family right now – three kids at home. it’s not boring though. my little boy keeps us all very entertained with stories about drinking wine, asking what the little girl next door is wearing today, and saying to a 300 pound lady at wal-mart, “whoa! you’re big!”

    ah. i am one proud aunt. these photos are from the wedding in june, but i figured recent enough to post. yup, i love them lots and lots.

    and suddenly i feel like this post is so… shallow. just stupid. my mom hoped i wouldn’t regret not going. and i don’t think i do. i would never be able to appreciate it as fully as she does.

    and i suddenly realize, i have alot of growing left to do.


  8. blah blah blah

    August 9, 2005 by louissa

    see. i told you he was the best gabriel boy.

    i hate talking on the phone. why? because i hate those awkward pauses. don’t you?

    you should see these people when they play family feud. i love my family.


  9. the boy and the chicks

    August 8, 2005 by louissa

    i know i’m a bit biased, but i do think that we have the best gabriel boy. yup, the best.

    Dragon tales and the water is wide
    Pirate’s sail and lost boys fly
    Fish bite moonbeams every night
    And I love you

    The rocket racer’s all tuckered out
    Superman’s in pajamas on the couch
    Goodnight moon, we’ll find the mouse
    And I love you

    God bless mommy and match box cars
    God bless dad and thanks for the stars
    God heard amen, wherever you are
    And I love you


  10. August 8, 2005 by louissa

    i baked myself this past weekend. and i’m not talking about the fact that my legs, arms, shoulders, neck/back, face, and ears are all pink – i’m talking about waking up each morning in a tent that doubles as an oven, feeling like i’m overheating and saying to myself, “i’m going to die!”

    okay, so i’m a bit dramatic.

    but seriously, the weekend was fun. and i didn’t die.