Be true to who you are…..

And the family name you bear……

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Come Bless the Lord.....

Recently, I was attending a bible study and the conversation turned to having a close and open relationship with our children....I was making a statement that a we had to put our embarrassment aside and have deep conversations with our children to guard them from outside influences.  A friend turned to me and said "yes, but you grew up in a broken home therefore being a close family is important to you where some of us who didn't just take it for granted."

I hate yes buts.. either what is being said is truthful and to be agreed upon or it's not... no but.

I grew up in an extremely dysfunctional home.  My friend doesn't have a clue.... The depths of depravity that my Saviour pulled me out of  would take several blog posts to write and most gaurdian filters would block the posts after they were written.  And the worst part is I was on a crash course to repeat some of those vile mistakes with my own children.


One day my Saviour asked me to follow Him.  and I did.

He asked me to read and live His word. So I did.

Not perfectly, I assure you, but there were

No "yes, buts".

No "I crave unity" so I will create it.

No  "I learned what not to do" and did something different.

No "by my own might"


If there is anything good in my family ALL   and.  I.  mean.  ALL.  the credit and glory goes to God.

to imply anything else is invective.

Our Saviour walked us through the book of Deuteronomy.  He led us into Joshua and said "This book of the Law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein, for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success."  Through Proverbs, Psalms, and in all sixty-six books of the bible He taught us to worship Him and let everything else lay where it falls.
Matthew 6:33

Line by line, verse by verse we fell in love with our Lord, together.

and that made made us fall in love with each other.

Do we have our days where everything is far from lollipops and rainbows?

you bet.

And THOSE... Those are the days we can take credit for.  That is human in action. Those our the days we are walking by "our might".

But our blessed days, our one accord days.  Those are God's... and there is no rock that is going to take my place.

~Luke 19:40

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Blessing of Work...

The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.

That is, work was part of the unfallen life in Paradise.

It was never meant that men should have nothing to do. Idleness was not part of the Edenic happiness...

Some people have the impression that work is part of the curse which brought sin into the world but this is a mistaken impression, which a careful reading of the story of Eden and the fall will quickly remove.

Therefore, work its self is not a curse but a blessing.  All of life testifies to this.  Everywhere we find work to be one of the conditions of good and happiness. God himself is active 'My father works hitherto and I work'  God is never idle. The Decalogue enjoins work as a divine ordinance. Six days shalt thou labor....

~J.R. Miller 

Praise God for the ability to work. For limbs that take dominion.
Idleness is the enemy of the soul.

May we fill our children with skills that establish order, that they may use their God-given governance over the creative world and take their God commanded dominance over the earth.  May we create bonds through the experiences of working and providing together. May we find ways to establish our family empires and build upon our family economy.

May we build.....  ~Proverbs 14:1

Thursday, April 6, 2017

As long as ye do well...

I have been reading a little book by Genevieve White titled "Daughters of Sarah".  I love this quote from the "Our Heritage" chapter...

"If we are wishy-washy in our obedience towards God and disrespectful toward our husband's place of authority in the home we create confusion in the minds of our children.

Children need to know that God designated fathers as the head of the home.  I believe they do know it instinctively. They will respect his position if they see that their mother respects his position.  If they see their mother obey their father and submit to his authority, they will be obedient children. If a child sees a constant tug of war over issues in the family and sees Mother winning out, disrespect for Dad's authority will result.  If Mother is setting the rules for the family, disrespect between father and child will be created.

If Mother allows a child to do things Dad doesn't permit behind his back (such as, watching certain T.V. shows, purchasing certain clothing *even if only worn in the home or saved for when dad is not around*, eating certain foods, going to certain places etc...) she is contributing to that child's lack of respect for his/her father.

If a wife is living in submission to her husband "as unto the Lord" child rearing will be a joy."


Wives submit yourself unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.  Eph 5:22

Do you believe the bible is the holy word of God?

Do you desire to live it?

Then submission will be part of your life..

You must live what you say... If you want your children to take their fathers council.  If you want your children to respect and obey their father, you must do so yourself.  Children are not fooled. They live with you day in and day out.  They hear what you say... and what you don't.  Believe me when I say this... more is caught than taught.

Rebellion in the heart of a child will first be found in the heart of a Mother.. we must get this right, ladies.

God's word goes on to tell us in 1 Peter 3:4  that a meek and quiet spirit is an ornament and one of great price in the sight of God...

so does meek mean door mat?  No.

let me give you a perfect definition of meek.

Meekness is the silent submission of the soul to the 'providence' of God concerning us. ~ Matthew Henry

Meekness is calm confidence, settled assurance, and rest of the soul.  It is the tranquil stillness of a heart that is at rest in Christ.  It is the place of peace.  Meekness springs from the heart of humility, radiating the fragrance of Christ.  ~Nancy DeMoss Wolgermuth

When you obey God by submitting to your husband with a meek and quiet spirit, God makes it His business to be your defender. He protects the obedient.  Your submission to your husband is your submission to God. (Ephesians 6:7,8)

God honors that.

God honors that in your marriage and your testimony to the lost.

God honors that in your children. Their relationship with you, their father and most importantly Himself.

When you stand in defiance of your husband (even quietly)  you become clamorous (Proverbs 9:13).. odious (Proverbs 30:23).

God cannot honor sin.

You marriage will no longer give life but rather suck life out of those around it.

And your children will follow their leader in rebellion... you.

Does that mean "if he beats me I should stay?" No. God has placed authority over your husband, if your husband is truly abusing you or your children,  you have the right to contact law enforcement  and allow them to move as God sees fit.  But if you perceive a harsh word or lack of attention as abuse, then you need to examine your heart.  Selfish desires have no place at the marriage table.

God save us

from being clamorous.

from being odious.

from being silly women laden with sins.

God help us

to be crowns

to be virtuous

to be submissive.

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he will have no need of spoil.  She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.

Let us do well, without fear.

Thursday, July 28, 2016


I told myself I would be better at blogging.. sigh... sometimes life gets so busy in the living that there is no energy or time for the blogging..

irony:  /'irene/

Three ladies heading out the door by a quarter to six in the morning, working all day at projects that will provide nutritious food for the people they love.  Only to fall back through the door at 3:30 in the afternoon so exhausted that they call the people they love and tell them that if they want to eat tonight they had better bring home a pizza.

yes..that is us..... busy. Yet, in the busy there is always the beautiful... happy July.

One of the reasons my July is so beautifully busy.
Preston joined Cody and Sarah's family in May.
Love this little man with all that I am.

Fall wheat is so very close...

Our Saviour shows us His love for diversity..

Believe it or not I did take some time to sit in the sun.
researching bulls for our new herd of heifers.

We began harvesting garlic...

  and downy ducks were hatching like Mayflies...

we spent time in the blue berry patch..


as well as the blackberry....

and uncovered hidden treasures...

The splits I made this Spring are flourishing.

I even had an unexpected guest drop by for a light lunch..

And as always Grace was willing to take us on a tour of the garden.

I pray you are taking time to breathe in the beauty of Summer....

Thursday, May 19, 2016


Having young ladies in our home adds a texture and a warmth that would have other wise been missing in day to day living... for example this morning I found my hive tools beautifully embellished with fanciful artwork....

My young ladies, however, also add balance. Lest my life should feel too sappy or charmed they leave reminders that they are also Holversons and Holversons keep it real....

If you were unaware of how bees make honey (it really isn't as graphic as all that but) I apologize.  Here are softer pictures......

May your day be beautiful....

Monday, August 10, 2015

Get To Know....


This humble weed that grows in your yard could turn out to be your best friend this summer...

Plantain... Psyllium.... it has many names and many uses but today I would just like to share one use and that is topical.

We were preparing for the arrival of tropical storm Bill... the weather man is predicting 6-9 inches of additional rainfall on a Missouri that is already drowning from continual rain.  I was worried about a few of my hives and needed to work with them a bit.

I didn't want to... in fact I would have rather pounded my big toe with a hammer than work those bees.  There is nothing crankier than a hive of bees with cabin fever. nothing.  And these poor girls had been rained in for days upon days.

I had lifted the lid on a second hive and all was going as expected, they were clinging to my veil and bouncing off my suit but I was safely inside and getting my work done.  All that changed though when one little gal realized that my pony tail was hanging out the back of my hood and squeezed into my veil, leaving a pheromone trail, another handful of ladies had no trouble following her on in.

They stung me all over my face and neck.  I was far from home and didn't have a mirror so the only thing I could do was leave them and head for the house.  By the time I got there all of the sacs had drained every drop of venom into my face.

As I walked through the yard to the house I grabbed a plantain weed and tossed it to Bethany. While I removed stingers, she ground it up in the blender with a small amount of water to make a poultice.  We began applying it with a washcloth to every sting we could make out.  It looked like someone had shot me with a salad shooter.

BTW~ I apologize for the great view of my nasal cavity.. I was born before the selfie generation..

Four hours later, I made it to church looking almost normal... you can still see swelling along my chin line but the stings on my cheeks and neck are completely gone and my lips are almost normal... and again, there is my charming nose...

Plantain is not a substitute for Benadryl especially if you are allergic to bites and stings and I am not a doctor.   I can only tell you that it effectively works for my family.  We usually try to keep some ground up in vinegar during mosquito season.  How great a God we serve that considers and provides for even small matters like bee stings.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

A Mile High..

We have had a lot of rain.... A LOT of rain. and it's kept the bees cooped up.  The first nice day we had a while back, I inspected hives.  I noticed that one of the packages I installed in April had exploded and was building swarm cells..  I moved several of those cells into a hive that had recently lost their queen and began to destroy the rest.

As I squished the rest I gave the girls a pep talk.. "There is no need for this girls, it's only the rain keeping you penned up.  It'll end soon and you'll be able to get out more.  Here, I'll give you another box."   Well, somewhere between the squishing and preaching.... I missed a cell... and it doesn't matter how much additional space you give them, if you miss a cell ~ they're going to swarm.

And swarm they did...

On Monday, while I was fighting a nasty cold.

 I walked to the bee yard to let the sun soak into my bones and it was then that I spotted them, hanging at the top of an Oak tree some fifty feet or better in the air.  Why couldn't they have chosen a cedar?   I've caught swarms out of tall cedars before.. their branches are so dense that when you cut it, the tree rolls down kinda slow like and you collect your swarm and go home..

Not so with an Oak.. they fall, well, they fall hard like a mighty Oak tree... blah!   The first tree hit the ground and I wade into the branches, praying I hadn't hurt the bees too bad... I find them just as the queen takes off flying and am caught in a whirlwind of bees (It was actually kinda cool at the moment)




and yes, still..... UP

she went to the top of the next Oak.....really?.....crank up the chain saw ... down it comes.... up she goes..... I can't get into her fast enough and she's not about to wait so we keep repeating the same steps over and over. She got so good at it, I swear,  she would fly and be in the next tree before the last one hit the ground...  With no short trees in sight, she mocks me all afternoon.

About the time enough timber has been cut to keep us warm for the next three winters, Shane comes home from work and drives out to the bee yard... In a single instant the poor man is faced with.....

1) His wife, slinging snot and slightly delirious thanks to her head cold,

2) She is bawling because she is ticked (and that did nothing to help her snot slinging)

3) The dead remains of at least six or seven huge, oak trees. His wife responsible for their murder.

4) piles of branches and bark, cut away from the carcasses in failed attempts to reach the swarm before it flies again.

And the only explanation he is given is a finger pointed to the skyline, far above our heads where there hangs one defiant bundle of bees...

 So no one should be surprised when he says......"WOMAN!" ...uhh.... yeah, I don't think we really need to go into all that he said, it was a shock to his system after all.....I'll just paraphrase this next part.

..........I am not allowed to cut down ANY more trees..........

And the bees will be allowed to go.  I went home. I went to bed.  But not before I hung a swarm trap, set up an empty hive and drenched the entire mess in Lemon grass oil.. The forest smelled like it had been properly dusted at any rate.

Tuesday morning I was in the bee yard bright and early.  They were still there hanging in the tree.  They hung there all day.  I know this because I did too.  When the boys got home from work, I had Zac go back and help me clean up my mess of ladders and boxes and such.

While we were back there the girls left.

I called Shane to let him know.  He replied "Good, now you can quit staring at them, Shell, you're going to make yourself nuts."  He has such deep sympathy for me.

I told Zachary, with 30 acres of timber that we wouldn't find them this summer but while he was hunting this fall, after the leaves were gone, to keep his eyes open and we could possibly cut them out next Spring.

Little did I know...

As we returned home, Cody asked me if I knew where they went?


"Come here, mom."

He leads me to my front yard, and there happily humming is my swarm gathering around a hole way, way up in another oak tree.  All that timber and she brings it to my front yard.

She mocks me yet.

I sit here this morning, at the base of that tree looking skyward, like I have done for the past three days. She and her ladies are inside this tree, setting up house like her ancestors have done for the past six thousand years....... maybe she and I can just call a truce..... after all, I might enjoy having a mile high hive... I don't need anymore firewood, and I am grounded from the chainsaw......

So here's to a heart that refused to be tamed.

and Girl, I'll be looking for you next swarm season...

or should I say......

I'll catch ya later.