A little note...

I am going to be an aunt x4 in December. Well...actually, I am now, but anyway. I'm excited.


Here is a link to a beautiful picture my sister made of it. Just thought I'd post it. Thought it was pretty.

Brain washed

Washed out. I can't seem to stop memories coming.

Even though the rain has stopped for now, my brain is flooded.

I've decided "dance" and "rain" may go together, but "horses" and "rain" don't mix at all. =( Hopefully I'll get to go riding soon. I'm looking forward to helping out at the farm with a preschool group that is coming out. I can't wait!

I made cookies yesterday, and I'm almost done with 10th grade. =)

I dunno. This is a brain dead (err...flooded) and incoherent post. =\

A story of a piano

Still, there are some very persuasive arguments that God exists, and we will make them just after this:

The following is a true personal account, and I remember it like it was only yesterday.


"I am sure there is a heaven, and that my Grandpa is there. Here’s why:

When I was a boy, my mother gave piano lessons to augment our small income. Our piano was an old upright that was so decrepit that it couldn’t be tuned, and had several keys that didn’t play at all. We couldn’t afford a better one.

My grandfather, whose name was Joseph Weber, came to spend the last few months of his life with us. I don’t know what he was suffering from, but he was very ill and couldn’t get up from his bed. He would hear Mother talk about how difficult it was to teach on our old piano. Just before he died, he told her that when he got to heaven, the first thing he would do would be to make sure she got a new piano. Mom told him that she had been saving for years, and that all she was able to put aside was $50.00, not nearly enough even then. “Don’t worry, Ruthie,” he said, “ I’ll make sure you get one. I’ll send it right down from heaven.”

A few days after Grandpa died, Mother got a call from someone who was moving out of our small town. It seems that they had a nice grand piano, almost new, and they had seldom used it and did not want to move it. They had heard that she was a piano teacher, and they wanted to know if she would like to purchase it for $50.00.

Only after it was all set up in our living room, and Mom sat down to play it for the first time, did she notice the brand name of the piano, written in big gold letters above the keyboard. It was a little known maker, the only one of that make that I have ever seen. Mother sat motionless, staring, before bursting into tears.

It was a Weber.

So that is how I know that my Grandpa is in heaven. And that is why I returned to God after a long absence."

[If you are thinking that a coincidence about a piano is not a good enough reason to have faith, please know that remembrance of this incident, many years later, only caused me to open up my heart and mind to the possibility of God, after a long and firm denial. My faith is a gift from God.]


--Website Editor






I found this story at this link. I have not made time to read through the entire website, and from what I can see, it appears to be Catholic. I intend to make time to read more of it, however, I just had to share the piano story. =)

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Hey, check out my newest (which isn't so new) picture here.