Look Down

March 2: Look Down

My 6 year old is looking up at me. This picture was taken from the top of the stairs outside of our front door. Urban and Casey were getting ready for a rubbish dump run and the girls were jumping rope. With camera in the palm of my hands, I stopped her and said, “Hey look up!”

I love looking down at the girls when I get knee hugs and I’m thankful that God chose me to be their mom and that they have someone to look up to. Right now, I look eye to eye with my teenager and my preteen son is getting there. They grow up soooo fast! And I love each and every one of them…

Love and Blessings on this beautiful rainy Sunday,
Mrs Halpern

A Beautiful Mess Thank You

Happy Aloha Friday!
Thank you to A Beautiful Mess. What a unique photo challenge! It helped me get my blog posts rolling and it was sort of like a one month introduction of who I am. One thing I do know is that after spilling my thoughts out of my cluttered mind into a journal, I do feel like a million bucks. Even though my writing isn’t worth a million bucks, the main advantage is that I am happy and comfortable in my own skin. Continue reading

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Day 29: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Mandatory Break


I was scheduled to begin work at 10:30am. At about 9:45, the nurse from school called to say that Malino has a headache and is crying. She had no fever. No tummy ache. The nurse let me talk to Malino on the phone, but once I said, “Hi Malino,” her voice cracked and she sounded inconsolable. So I told the health nurse that I’ll get ready and leave soon. Continue reading

There’s Always a Brand New Day

Day 27: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Off to School


Last night was one of those ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ evenings. Between requests for homework help, and what’s for dinner inquiries, cash requests for school functions, school t-shirt orders and book orders and more, there was lots of prioritizing and negotiations.:O

I’m so glad that we’re always blessed with a brand new day everyday. This morning the sun is blasting through the clouds and my coffee is ready to be sipped. I’m lounging-puppy is lounging and the dishes are clean. Casey has been helping me with the dishes. When he takes the time to do that in his busy filled days, I am beyond ecstatic! Miracles do happen 🙂 thank you Lord!

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“We Walk By Faith, Not By Sight”-2 Corinthians 5:7

Day 25: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Green Bouquet

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Via Streams in the Desert Devotional:

“As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.” (2 Cor. 6:10.)

SORROW was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below.

When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine’s kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark’s, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

“But we can never be united,” said Sorrow, wistfully.

“No, never.” And Joy’s eyes shadowed as he spoke. “My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays.”

“My path,” said Sorrow, turning slowly away, “leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweeted of all earth-songs─the love song of the night─shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell.”

Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.

“I see Him as the King of Joy,” whispered Sorrow, “for on His Head are many crown, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever.”

“Nay, Sorrow,” said Joy softly, “but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony. I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy that I have known.”

“Then we are one in Him,” they cried in gladness, “for none but He could unite Joy and Sorrow.”

Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, “as sorrowful yet always rejoicing.”

“Should Sorrow lay her hand upon thy shoulder,
And walk with thee in silence on life’s way,
While Joy, thy bright companion once, grown colder,
Becomes to thee more distant day by day?
Shrink not from the companionship of Sorrow,
She is the messenger of God to thee;
And thou wilt thank Him in His great tomorrow─
For what thou knowest not now, thou then shalt see;
She is God’s angel, clad in weeds of night,
With `whom we walk by faith and not by sight.'”

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2 Corinthians 5:7

Blue Moon Birthday


Day 20: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: A Favorite Place 465 Haili Street


When my friend from California, whom I haven’t seen for about 12 years,came back to Hilo for a wedding, she stayed at the Honu Inn B & B. We met for dinner at Cafe Pesto. Early in to dinner I asked her where she was staying and she mentioned, “At the Honu Inn on Haili Street.” Later on as we were ending dinner, she had to leave briefly to get some gifts for us that she had forgotten before leaving for dinner. Continue reading