A lesson on patiences

From the chronlogies of Caleb's adventures.

Story I: Wednesday is trash day where I live. If you've ever been to my house you know that my driveway is a pretty steep descent and if you haven't well you'll just have to believe me *chuckles*. So I was carrying out a bag of trash from our kitchen just before seven in the morning and I was sorta rushing caue it was cold and my bare feet were hurting cause of the dew. Now their is a very large and expnasive oak tree in our front yard, I think I showed a picture of it in an earlier post. Now this tree's extensive folliage covers a good portion of our upper driveway. As I was walking toward the trash can with my feet cold and my mind wandering back to my warm bed with a cup of tea and The Institues of Christian Religion by Calvin I literally didn't throw caution to the wind and as I passed under the leafy vestige a gust of wind shook the leafy folliage and down from the branches rained down a barrage of seasonal acorns. Pelting me with nuts on my precious brain box. As I tried to take shelter in the garage I once again made a fatal mistake and forgot to look where I was going. I soon heard the unmistakable *spelch* and the horrible feel of a big fat slimy slug being squesshed up againt my heel.

So remember to look where your going and watch out for oak trees they kinda sneak up on your sometimes.

The trash eater

Picture this: its a sunny afternoon the low 70's about 3:30 PM. I'm outside, sitting on a blanket, with my back againts a tree, my sword at my side, studying Latin. I've been out their for about an hour getting kinda bored but not even close to being finished, naturally getting annoyed at our cat who continually tries to get into my lap.Bugs and birds are noisemaking neibors are making whatever hubbub neibors make, cars are going along the street. All of my family is gone on various missions except for me and my two youngest siblings (7 year old twins). Their playing around outside. Than the birds and bugs go silent, our cat scurries away into the garage. I get up and look around and who should come out of the trees but our a lumbering black bear. He was a bit smaller than normal but standing at leasat five feet tall. A hungry male looking for a well stocked trash can. This is the time they normally start coming out more than usual because they start fattening themselves up for hibernation.















This isn't today's visitor but its one we say earlier this year and he looks small but he's big enough to hurt. So when I realize who our visitor was what else would I do but push my younger sibs in the path of the oncoming beastie and flee to my bed where I could hide under my covers.

Not really, since according to Connecticut law were not allowed to touch the bear unless its already attacked us I grabbed my books my sword my sibs and went inside the house were I tried unssucesfully to find my brothers camera. So you are forced to simply beleive my accounts of the tail or tale or whatever it is.

Piano

There it is our illustrious antique piece of scrap wood. Out of which pours more artistry and genius than out of Galileo himself. The piano. I think its the most well used piano in the world. I normally play it when I wake up in the morning around six and me or my older brother will normally be playing pretty late into the night like ten or eleven and theirs four siblings that play in between. The bottom D A and G dont even work so it gets annoying if your playing a song that goes all over the place and than the notes dont even work.

I have to admit piano has been growing on me. I didn't like it at all when I started last fall but now tis getting to be pretty fun. Here is a sample of one of the songs I'm learning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxmcXQp3mqE

The Lagan Estate

I'm not exactly sure how to place the different pictures so this might be a confusing post.

This morning I was up around 6:00 which is normal however unlike usual I decided to procrastinate from doing school and take some pictures of my house and the glorious landscape to which I can awake every morning of which you will all soon be jealous.




A sunrise, shimmering through the trees casting its brilliant rays in a wonderful array of glimmering artistry.















One of my favorite trees on our property.
For ages past my siblings and myself
have spent hours on the rope, either
hiding from parents or just having
an afternoon of fun.
Oh for the days when a tree and a piece of rope
and a tree branch could satisfy me for hours at a time.
















You cant see the whole tree but its a mighty oak that
rears up its head high and proud above not only the
surrounding forest but also our house.















My personal favorite tree, the weeping willow.
Now this one may be small and scraggly looking but
its the only willow for at least a mile around our
and perhaps more and that makes it special.

















Shrouded by misty clouds in the early hours of the morning,
The full moon sheds light on the bloody carnage that was
left by the werewolves and vampires that duked it out
in our front lawn that evening.

















The Lagan Manor.















This is a really cool swamp. Its at the bottom of our driveway but even though its not in bloom I decided to post a picture of it.

















Another sunrise
















Long ago in the mists of Lagan history, dug with the sweat and blood of 7-11 year olds. It is Moria or Khazad-Dum in the ancient tongue. Built as a defensive work against the the Moors (not the ancient Muslim nation from Northern Africa, but its actually our neighbors,) who lives to our north. Its wealth was not in its gold or silver but in the mud balls which we harvested in abundance from its depths.

My Testimony

In my testimony I tried as best as I was able in a page and a half to summarize my life, my failures, God's victories and how He brought me to know Him. I tried to be as transparent as possible hope it doesn't sound to prideful or hypocritical.

Three Quarters of a score and eleven days ago God brought forth on this planet a certain child. From then untill now that child has been growing and maturing till he stands before you now as a young man who by the grace of God and the sacrifice of Jesus stands ready to be baptized into the family of God. As a child brought up in the church and by a God fearing family It is hard for me to discern between when I was saved and when I was just living by the rules my family had taught me. I said "the prayer" when I was six and this assurance whether false or not gave me the peace of mind to live the carefree life that most children can enjoy when God has blessed them with a loving family and material positions. When I was ten I allowed the devil to teach me to lust. This lust grew into a desire and from a desire into an addiction including everything that goes along with an addiction. The lifestyle of sin that I led went on for three years. I accepted from the devil an uncanny ability to lie with a straight face and to subdue my emotions. To hide my emotions enabled me to forget all about the many things God had done for me, which allowed me to live for the pleasures of the world.

Here is where I would like to say how God came down from heaven and showed me a vision of what I was and how I was abandoning the mercy that he offers and was willingly walking into darkness but that is not my story. Just around my thirteenth birthday through a combination of multiple things I was showed the error of my ways. Not through any physical manifestation of our awesome God but through God slowly, piece by piece tearing down the walls I had built around my man made hellhole and pouring His grace and His mercy in. When I had realized the utter fool and the enormous insult I was paying to God and the horrible extent of my vanity and the huge amounts of mercy God was showing me by not roasting me where I stood as he did to Sodom and Gomorrah. When I realized how truly holy God was and how the mere fact that he was interested in me and willing sent his son to wash away my uncleanliness, to have the God of the universe who has the power to point his finger and send constellations into the sky to have that God as my savior was a truly life changing revelation. I needed something to symbolize the deliverance I had experienced.Being the militaristic history lover that I am I decided to create an order of Knights. I dubbed myself Sir Caleb Lagan knight of the Crescent Moon. From that day till now God has been working a miracle in my life. Slowly battering away the walls of deceit I built around myself and replacing them with ones of purity and reverence.

God alone was capable of the miraculous transformation that resurrected my soul. To Him I owe everything and for that reason I'm before you now ready to be baptized and grateful for all who have played their part in teaching me the ways of godliness and proud to say that I'm cleansed of my past, being prepared for the future..

Yet the devil pours forth his shadowy host,
I must stand my ground despite the cost
All heavens in arms is beside me
Christ Jesus is enthroned inside me
With God's Holy word
And a great glimmering sword
I would conquer the world
In the name of the Lord

The Poem is also my first poem in the Epic Warfare blogger game. Its worth ten points.

*sighs and scowls*

I'm not exactly sure why I feel so anxious but somethings going on and I'm not sure exactly what it is or how it will turn out so I'm feeling all high strung. However I don't want to dwell on my own emotions cause you wont find those interesting
Sooo... I know its been awhile, I might as well fill you all in on whats been happening in and around the Lagan household recently. Its been a pretty hectic last week or two. Firstly school starting up officially, including Latin and some other new classes which is hectic all by itself. Than we have a missionary family living with us till January which is fun but its different. This past weekend my family went on a church retreat for the first time in seven years. My church has gone to the same place for the past 23 years so it was nice to go back and visit all the old places that I distantly remember from when I was 8. Me and my younger brother both got baptized there which was exciting but kinda weird. I got hugged by more people than I have in my entire life. Plus their were a few of those old ladies, now don't get me wrong I love them and their the nicest people you could ever want to meet but, they come up and sorta grip you on the solders and are like
"I remember when you were just a little tyke and I remember how at some party or something when they put out all the food you skipped all the desserts and took some carrots and broccoli and ate that, and I turned to your mom and right than I knew it and I told your mom, Wenda I said that boy is gonna be special. and see I was right wasn't I?" (no joke)
So I'm standing their trying to recall the name of this dear old lady who obviously has been affiliated with my family for the past five decades and I cant come up with her name.
Than their were the people who didn't get the chance to give me a hug right after the baptism, who in the middle of that day or the next would come up and give you the biggest hug from behind when your just talking to some people or playing cards. Than your trying to remember their name and it ends up in a big debacle. lol its an odd experience let me assure you.

This is awesome I just figured out how to change the font color. or as most of you would say *clears throat* "WEWT!!"