tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673876724486427402024-03-14T06:04:42.092-05:00windex and waiting roomsScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-68872196467790529022013-08-07T00:19:00.001-05:002013-08-07T00:28:20.685-05:00C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien: Occultic or Not?
Recently I had an opportunity to hear a portion of a speech made by a man named John Todd, a former occult member who became a Christian in the 1970s and whose speeches and ideas greatly influenced Christian thought at that time. The speech, found here, heavily criticized the writers J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis by stating that these authors were involved in the occult and thus their Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-78505844944731066162013-07-06T15:42:00.001-05:002013-07-06T15:43:03.462-05:00Thoughts about soldiers in the Civil War and Classical EducationRecently our children have been enrolled in a start-up Classical Education school -- Redeemer Classical Academy. We are very excited about the opportunity our children have to be taught by outstanding teachers in the intimate environment that Redeemer provides. So when I have a moment to myself (not very often!) I have thought a little about the history of Classical Education in our Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-47406468513772181762013-03-21T20:54:00.000-05:002013-03-21T20:54:10.011-05:00Hospitality please.Over the years in the Scott household, we have had
many visitors. Relatives , friends, children... you name it. While others are still
chipping ice off their windshields, we are getting our tans started here poolside. Come one, come all.
Hospitality is a lost thing nowadays. Its not enough to want to have people over, to want
to be a beacon of hospitality. You have to do it. I have friends Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-85622316106531414872013-02-28T19:20:00.004-06:002013-02-28T19:20:45.801-06:00Imagine being this child. Imagine for just a moment…
You have a hard life. It's not comfortable or predictable. You wake each morning and go to bed each night feeling empty... sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically. You have a few familiarities in your life... a smoke cloud from cigarettes usually fills the room each morning. Sometimes your mom will have something for breakfast... a cold bottle of milk, maybe a Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-50494531756694025642012-08-31T05:44:00.000-05:002012-08-31T05:44:04.898-05:00Lessons from a big bag of ruined foodHaving some sweet time with God this morning as I cleaned out my freezer of ruined food. Thomas woke me up at 5 with a sore throat this morning and when I went to get him ice water, the light was flashing on the freezer door. It was cracked open. (like not shut all the way)
So, I just spent the last 1/2 hour cleaning out the entire freezer worth of soft food. Soft broccoli and partially thawed Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-868486964037346182012-07-02T20:13:00.001-05:002012-07-02T20:14:43.940-05:00Swim lessons I'm so proud of my sweet son, Matthew. He jumped in with Mrs. Jill (swim instructor extraordinaire).
... and he flapped those sweet little feet!
... and Thomas decided to be brave! He lunged- and off the side he went.
The, the Princess took a turn. She surprised us all!!!
She hung on and waiting for her cue to "blast off!"
She gave a push and flapped her feet.
She came upScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-6134890506882594532012-06-12T11:20:00.000-05:002012-06-12T11:20:01.226-05:00Ethiopia: part 1I've only been home from Ethiopia for less than 48 hours. Physically, I feel a little tired, but emotionally, I am still in shock. I'm quite and still... waiting for this to all make sense.
My cousin, Tracy, invited me to go with her only days after we got back from China with Matthew in November. The trip was through Visiting Orphans and I never turn down a new experience. We had a great Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-54649272419508654262012-05-24T05:50:00.001-05:002012-05-24T05:55:52.413-05:00Thomas Learns to Ride!We hit a milestone yesterday!
Thomas has been riding his bike with training wheels for the past year or so. Using his wishes as guidance, we've tried adjusting his training wheels and even taking his training wheels off a couple of times over the past few months to allow him to learn how to ride, and each time he has gotten frustrated and wanted them back on. I had resigned myself toScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-13854619840175999662012-04-04T10:41:00.000-05:002012-04-04T10:41:31.560-05:00Late night flight...
Pilot, Gabe Henkel
Dad (moral support), Ashley, Brittany & Caki
Brittany
Joe, Ashley, Matthew, Caki, Matthew, Mom, and Brittany
Matthew checking it out
the innards
the safety speech
Caki boarding
Brittany boarding
Caki- ready to go
SOOOO PROUD!
Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-82131659141994571472012-03-24T21:39:00.000-05:002012-03-24T21:39:54.698-05:00Holy is the Lamb!
We have a nightly routine of playing the piano and singing worship songs. Catherine wanted to know why we "cry " Holy Holy Holy is the Lamb.
Why are we crying? What is the Lamb? Oh my heart could burst!!! I love sitting hand-in-hand with my little ones and explaining the old way... before Jesus was sent as the perfect sacrifice, they often used lambs and other animals.
Thomas chimed inScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-35651932706244802122012-03-12T17:42:00.001-05:002012-03-12T17:47:13.892-05:00Book Review for Where Has Oprah Taken Us by Stephen MansfieldBook Review for Where Has Oprah Taken Us by Stephen Mansfield
I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com http://booksneeze®.com/ book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 http://www.access.gpo.gov/nara/Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-35793199464552328582012-02-25T08:26:00.000-06:002012-02-25T08:26:50.948-06:00Catherine's first date... with Daddy.
Daddy comes to ring the doorbell. Catherine waits eagerly!
Daddy is wearing Catherine's favorite color. Catherine dressed up pretty for him, too!
Sweetness!
My daddy tells me I'm beautiful and he loves me!
Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-3623231366551814332012-02-25T08:21:00.002-06:002012-02-25T08:21:28.025-06:00Resisting the urge to add more dependents, but the kids love these things!Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-2480768372820803412012-02-25T08:15:00.000-06:002012-02-25T08:15:47.585-06:00Who Am I: Thomas PreKThey were asked to dress as someone from the community. Thomas went as a Daddy (his idea.) He brought a wallet with his chuck-e-cheese credit card, a Bible and some keys.
Hannah
Porter
Alvie
Eli
Molly
Saela
Miranda
Jett
Jonah
Kate
Thomas posing as a daddy!
Kate dressed up as Miss Powers. Hilarious!
Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-41298675651116289062012-02-17T07:05:00.000-06:002012-02-17T07:05:11.699-06:00To Joe: I love you because....~~~ You are the best laughing partner. I love getting silly with you.
~~~ I love watching you dance when you are excited and how you snap your fingers up above your head.
~~~ I love that you do dishes for me and apologize if you can't because you are running late for work. You amaze me!
~~~ You love your family passionately. You treasure us.
~~~ Your heart for Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-53202337211688498792012-01-04T00:13:00.004-06:002012-01-05T07:45:33.300-06:006 weeks in....We have our first post-adoption homestudy in the morning. We are officially 6 weeks in! To reflect on the past year is completely overwhelming... designing and building our home, moving, adopting a 2-year-old, raising our other two preschoolers, international mission work, etc... THIS IS THE LIFE, I'll tell ya! I wouldn't change a thing, I have the same feeling that I get when eating at my mom's.Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-85395347903188430402011-12-23T09:19:00.002-06:002011-12-24T13:33:58.448-06:004.6 million reasons (orphans) to go to EthiopiaMy heart has always been there.
In fact, I just knew we would adopt from Africa. Matthew was in China though- and when I saw his little face, I knew he was mine.
What I also know is this: I personally have not earned my position in this comfortable way I live at all! I could just as easily have been born in Ethiopia (or anywhere), orphaned from birth, parents living or dying with HIV, no Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-82574917566226482782011-12-06T09:43:00.000-06:002011-12-06T09:43:23.285-06:00Daddy is home from work! I know how much he loves it when I run and jump on him!
Daddy just loves it when I jump on him.
I like to jump on Daddy too!
This is even better... the bathroom stool.
Catherine gives Matthew a "talkin to" ... " There is no time to sit. We can't give Daddy a break just yet.
Free fallin'.
Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-39390508229978442922011-12-05T15:42:00.000-06:002011-12-05T15:42:03.827-06:00My daughter is a wall de-foulerScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-32512813290314553812011-11-26T17:19:00.000-06:002011-11-26T17:19:44.060-06:00Christmas Tree
Measuring poles, saws and prices
Kids loved this one!
So mama wants a picture in front of it....
Daddy starts to saw her down.
Thomas gets to help.
Timber!
http://www.countrycovetrees.com/Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-59605110956234323872011-11-22T13:35:00.001-06:002011-11-22T13:36:32.375-06:00What adoption ALSO does....Dear Dr. & Mrs. Scott,
I feel led to share with you on the insight I had through your adoption of little Matthew. Sigh, I am all ready to release tears again ! I want to start out by saying I thank God for people like you two. I was quickly drawn to look through the window [ your blog] of your sweet precious & humble family special moments through an awesome & Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-40612206545469460142011-11-21T04:51:00.004-06:002011-11-21T10:15:32.064-06:00A Plea.We can hardly believe we really have the enormous privilege of caring for this remarkable child. Matthew is amazing and fitting in so beautifully! Oh, he is treasured and loved!!!
All the months of hard work, the piles and loads of documents, the extra financial expenses, the pain of being misjudged, the excruciating waiting times, the unnumbered intense spiritual battles with the accuser of theScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-40543039630686378382011-11-21T02:52:00.002-06:002011-11-21T03:04:57.767-06:00At Last!Thursday night we and the Reickards went out to The Paddy Field, an Irish pub a block or so from our hotel, and enjoyed some good food. We then braved the treacherous streets (a couple of us almost got hit by a huge bus careening around a curve) and meandered through the walkways of a huge indoor mall replete with the really snobby kind of stores – the ones where they have about 15 items for Scott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-12274507671361732492011-11-17T01:45:00.003-06:002011-11-17T11:51:35.943-06:00U.S. Consulate Day...Yesterday was pretty uneventful... we returned to the medical clinic to get Matthew's TB skin test read and the lady there made a pretense of measuring something on his arm but correctly called it negative (the area around the injected site was red, so I was all ready to argue with her if she had called it positive... I wasn't about to subject Matthew to an unnecessary chest Xray whenScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567387672448642740.post-28395870236375655452011-11-15T02:56:00.000-06:002011-11-15T02:56:46.661-06:00The end... it's so close...Last night we had dinner in our room at the hotel. We ordered food from the hotel restaurant (the only one we have used) and found the chicken I ordered to be tough and tasteless and the hamburger Sarah requested to be – seriously – raw. We sent it back, and a new one was sent up to us – also raw. After this the chef told Sarah he didn't think he could cook her a hamburger to suit her, took itScott Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15810009802687908203noreply@blogger.com