tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48416859341114762482026-10-13T03:57:34.323-06:00Then encounters of an ordinary family with an Extraordinary God.The Nebblett Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00366045995597696504noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-32938618546478684152021-02-23T21:19:00.001-07:002021-02-23T21:21:41.754-07:00

 I’ve always known that children learn best from example. As a parent of many toddlers, sometimes that thought is overwhelming. “What kind of example am I setting right now...?” It inspires me to aim higher, yes. But it also sobers and humbles me. For instance, how often to I complain to my children that I am tired of hearing complaining? 🙊 In all seriousness, I start and end each day

The Nebblett Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00366045995597696504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-37848470266318764892020-07-07T09:23:00.001-06:002020-07-07T11:42:42.021-06:00

It’s easy to dwell on the “hard” of motherhood. The constant fatigue of the early days... Then the constant attention and supervision required as babies get a little older, with minimal time left for me to do what I want to do or even need to do... Don’t get me wrong - I’ll be the first to tell you that Motherhood is the best, most rewarding and most thrilling job in the world, 100%! And I

Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837187193717469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-91003342083789806192020-06-01T09:51:00.001-06:002020-06-01T09:51:58.767-06:00

I stretch and look up from lying down next to the little guy, getting him down for a nap. My eyes wander out the window to one of the most tranquil views in the world - acres of field with fawns frolicking, turkeys strutting, hay growing, and the line of woods beyond.I love this view. All except for one thing. That unkempt quarter acre of bramble. And not that far from my window, even! 

Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255390219939694484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-76412407838210475382020-04-16T11:52:00.004-06:002020-06-01T09:49:18.907-06:00

Injustice. I hate it. Shayla had just called me to breakfast. I pulled on a shirt, grabbed my phone and started for the door when it buzzed. I glanced at the screen and my pleasant morning evaporated. My pulse went thready and then pounded wildly. My face flushed. My collar literally went hot. My appetite—gone in an instant. (unhandy, 90 seconds before arriving at the table) The

Joshua N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134598054736984791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-29156546242699537242020-04-11T20:56:00.002-06:002020-04-11T21:00:42.506-06:00

My one year old teaches me about finding satisfaction in a process. She loves to sweep. She takes a little hand broom and struts around the house stopping now and then to tap the floor with much gusto. Then she moves on to another area where she again taps the floor and groans to emphasize the effort. She has no idea about clean or dirty floors or that there is a object to be gained by

Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13969327674478260438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-89467281828654493992020-03-20T06:13:00.003-06:002020-03-22T08:07:46.217-06:00

You'd think that after reading a Bible story for all your life, eventually it would become familiar enough to stop landing directly between the eyes. Eventually, maybe eventually, it would stop rebuking you. But no. With all my heart I want to sigh as I read the words: "...Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary." Only one thing, eh?

Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255390219939694484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-32707832613520931782020-03-13T11:14:00.001-06:002020-03-13T11:14:18.779-06:00

As you might imagine, Lovie and I [Seán] spend a fair bit of time these days weighing how best to guide and guard the little soul that's been placed in our charge. Every day she gets a little smarter, and a little stronger, and we feel our need run a little deeper. And we pray for wisdom, and we glory in watching her grow. And we rejoice in hope of a beautiful future. Not just because we have

Sean Nebbletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14544295796974651866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-8903802187177272552020-02-22T15:37:00.000-07:002020-02-22T15:49:33.384-07:00

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Shaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837187193717469957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-70570077869283144272020-02-12T09:45:00.003-07:002020-02-12T09:51:35.624-07:00

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Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13969327674478260438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-26233870328171318442020-02-06T10:10:00.000-07:002020-02-06T10:13:02.580-07:00

I line up my two babies. Whose diaper should I change first? The milk baby’s diaper will definitely be the easier job. The Spanish baby is pulling on her brother’s ear and laughing. She thinks double diaper changes are a time for unbridled fun. He has eyes only for me. When I look at him, he gives me that gummy smile that makes his eyes squeeze into slits just like his daddy’s. 

Chantéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15360168112645446055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-27263406676923226682020-01-27T21:34:00.000-07:002020-01-27T21:34:16.610-07:00

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Edwin Nebbletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491885186328078996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-80864623061591797172019-11-06T22:00:00.000-07:002019-11-06T22:00:28.995-07:00

Of two things we are sure— One, all we are, and all we hope to be, we owe to our mother. . .  And two, generations may come and go, but there will never be another quite like her. On Mother's day this year, we got this little idea. . . We decided a very old recording needed a re-do. Naturally when the opportunity came and we were all in one place, two of us had sore throats and none of us

Sean Nebbletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14544295796974651866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-23120293242211714882019-10-13T10:46:00.000-06:002019-10-13T10:46:38.482-06:00

“Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock; thou that dwellest between the cherubims, shine forth. Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh stir up thy strength, and come and save us. Turn us again, O God, and cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved. O Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people? Thou feedest them

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-91924760933000998372019-01-22T14:54:00.000-07:002019-04-12T20:29:18.159-06:00

My Lord, I want my day to  day heart's devotion to Christ to be supreme. I choose to cooperate with you to banish every idol from my heart – any thing that proves to be so important to me that it entices me to sin (even mere fretting), if I fail to obtain it or achieve it. Cause me to humble myself daily to discern and confess that I am wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked,

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-27311753442994965852018-11-22T08:46:00.000-07:002018-11-30T16:50:54.821-07:00

We eagerly looked forward to the homecoming of our beloved Luke Fisher family, which came from Sudan this summer to have their third baby in the States. Baby Lynnea Rose, who was born on July 1, stands most prominent among the richest blessings of the past year. This precious girl has taken our hearts by storm! We are so thankful to have her as a part of our family, especially after

The Nebblett Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00366045995597696504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-70205101908716793412018-03-05T21:33:00.002-07:002018-03-05T21:33:59.961-07:00

“A PRUDENT WIFE IS FROM THE LORD.” PROV. 19:14 Today is Josh and Shay’s first happy anniversary! We are immeasurably blessed by their union! We rejoice and give thanks for God’s tender mercies to them! I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever: with my mouth will I make known Thy faithfulness to all generations.” Bless their marriage dear Father and keep them eagerly anticipating and

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-55126055357645085492018-02-14T21:34:00.001-07:002018-02-14T21:34:22.979-07:00

Blessed Memories Psalm 145:7, 10 They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy great goodness, and shall sing of thy righteousness. All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord; and thy saints shall bless thee. Today we’re walking down memory lane and marveling again at the lovingkindness and gracious providence of God that brought Paul and Natasha’s lives together in marriage two years ago this

The Nebblett Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00366045995597696504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-38359408073278211132016-11-07T06:19:00.000-07:002016-11-07T06:19:06.016-07:00

I have a thing for altars. New seasons, new struggles, new joys (and in the case of the above, new family) often don’t seem complete until their legacy has been permanently recognized by the building of one. It’s just a pile of rocks, I know. But to me, an altar sits there and silently throbs something much deeper than just a pile of rocks. It represents the essence of the things

Sean Nebbletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14544295796974651866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-84899899328229448972016-11-05T20:39:00.000-06:002016-11-14T20:42:08.725-07:00

One year ago we welcomed Maria Elise Fisher into our world… A photo posted by Luke & Chantée Fisher (@fishersproduce) on Nov 5, 2015 at 5:35am PST A photo posted by Luke & Chantée Fisher (@fishersproduce) on Nov 5, 2015 at 5:22am PST Today, as she turns one year old in far away Africa, we continue singing the praises of the Life Giver…. Yangambi,

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-28510258210787984182015-08-19T14:00:00.002-06:002015-08-19T14:00:34.818-06:00

This was composed some time ago, but I got around to publishing it now. I guess late doesn't need to mean never.  -- It’s been one of those weeks… You know, the sort where you think, Ok, this can be over now. So exhausting. And I come to the end feeling like a bit of a failure myself. All my faults array themselves ugly before my eyes. I need my Jesus like no tomorrow, and I want to

Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255390219939694484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-47902107023744997232015-06-28T11:51:00.000-06:002015-06-28T11:51:19.836-06:00

(A prayer of intercession for the General Conference Session) Ps 94:12-15 Blessed is the man whom Thou chasteneth, oh Lord, and teachest him out of Thy law; that Thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be digged for the wicked.  For the Lord will not cast off His people, neither will He forsake His inheritance. But judgment shall return unto

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-18209628910771951292015-05-14T13:17:00.000-06:002015-05-19T13:19:03.267-06:00

Nine months from today, on February 14, 2016 (Valentine’s Day) our precious Natasha will become the wife of a well beloved man of God, Paul Dysinger, the son of dearest long time friends, Edwin and Jennifer. A deep devotion to God characterizes the lives and relationship of this new pair and the fruit it has already born is as that of a watered garden.  Between now and then

Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255390219939694484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-21064617734640788042015-04-30T06:06:00.001-06:002015-04-30T06:06:24.548-06:00

Days short of flying (literally) into another nearly nonstop spring/summer of hacking away at darkness near and far, I’m moved by this— A spiritual sensation I can only compare to the unsheathing of a sword, the sound of steel ringing in my soul's ear. But while I pace to and fro on the little crest overlooking my altar, the bit of stone and sod I call my “holy place,” this thought follows the

Sean Nebbletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14544295796974651866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-78507309227490908832014-09-20T20:55:00.000-06:002014-09-20T21:09:23.939-06:00

We just hugged our treasures goodbye 12 days ago, as they flew away for another season of loving and serving the very dear people in the Democratic Republic of Congo. My mother’s heart wants to quake with fear as I kiss my children and the precious face of their 4 month old treasure, little Hudson, nestled in the arms of his loving parents for the long journey overseas.  I think of the

Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16954498547873219511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841685934111476248.post-34708941288910494372014-07-26T23:25:00.000-06:002014-07-27T17:31:55.091-06:00

Four weeks ago today we experienced the joy of dedicating our precious babe, Hudson Elijah Fisher, to the Lord. And we enjoyed the privilege of having his great Uncle Helton --missionary to Africa, perform the dedication service, during his yearly visit stateside. Hudson’s parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, great aunts and uncles and great-grandparents all rejoiced together

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