Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
" I haven't done this since high school... I may be a little rusty, there may be a mess........" "It'll be okay" says I.... Oh, good Lord! I have never seen more of a mess. One time he actually turned to talk to me and the hose pulled out of the mesh and he completely buried me in insulation! Our storage attic backs up to the boy's attic rooms and the 100 yr old wall separating them gave way and he buried all my storage stuff. NY may be whining about their little old two foot of snow but I'd like to see them dig out of seven foot of insulation.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Actually, we breed the rabbits in two weeks for Easter selling and the end of January will bring out the incubators and the potting soil for tomato and pepper seedlings....
I will live to see the end of it. Just breath deep woman.
Friday, December 18, 2009
BTW~ He trapped a HUGE Beaver a few days ago, you really need to go to his blog and check it out. www.4menoftheking.blogspot.com.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Here's hoping she doesn't burst at the seams.....
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
There comes a time in every Do It Yourself project when it is just no longer fun.... I hit that point this weekend. The good news is we are over half way now and things should start picking up from here. Did you hear my chuckle?
When we got all the old insulation tore down we found so much trash behind the walls... It amounted to another entire pickup truck load to the dump. It wasn't from the old boys either, it had to have been a remodel mess and they just walled it all up. It gave us an idea though, we are going to make a time capsule, there are huge spaces behind the wall and before we close them back up we will put it in.... what kind of things would be fun?
And then there was the 220 wire... We had decided to cut back a wall that divided the two rooms so it would look more open. Well, because the house was built before there was electricity all wires have been stuffed and crammed in weird places to try and conceal them.
Conceal them they did. Shane was cutting out the Studs with a saws all and suddenly there was a bright light ~ not heavenly mind you~ and the next thing I knew I was running around putting out burning cinders. He is so blessed that it didn't fry him.......
We spent the next two hours chasing the wire in the walls so we could replace it. I got to hang out in 100 yr old dust and mouse carcasses ~charming! It was enough to make a Saint swear but unfortunately there were no Saints, only us sinners and things got a little mouthy for a while. When we finished he said "There! Now that's done." I smirk "Yeah, we're right back where we started." He didn't find that too funny so I just patted his cheek and said " You light up my life, baby." He got back to cutting studs.
Tonight he is bringing home the mesh to mesh the studs. We had to fer them out another inch and a half to give enough depth for good insulation.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Now I know why we didn't just build our home....
we would miss out on all the excitement that comes
with tearing one apart!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I decided to answer her here so that every one is aware of the reason.
Caring for the disabled is our family's attempt to honor God and fulfill His hospitality command. To care for the fatherless and the widow, the stranger within our gates. Our rooms are dubbed Mephibosheth rooms in honor of King David's care for Joshua's handicapped son.
We care for any stranger that the Lord chooses to send. With our eyes fastened on heaven and our feet set on earth we strive to serve the best we can. The "earth" part and the "stranger" part is where our ideals come in to trouble..... There are laws that restrict providers from talking about their clients. These laws are so vague that one could find themselves in serious trouble quite innocently.
The adults we care for are unrelated to us and unable to give us their permission to share their stories. Because of this we have chosen to avoid all discussion outside our home about our "strangers." It's really too bad because their sweet antics would provide me with much blog fodder. But, alas, it just can't be.
You will find their presence in the occasional picture or a name that does not belong on our roll call, I don't try to hide them just simply cannot bring them into the spot light. I'm thankful my friend brought this to my attention. I would never want to appear unloving. I just simply must work within the boundaries provided for me. I know you understand.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I get the Aw maw... too
My snuggle of choice for those long winter nights.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I believe the Lord gave us herbs to heal our bodies. Working with His creation around our farm, I am able to observe an animal's God given knowledge to eat certain plants for many of their ailments.
We grow most of our own herbs for our health and healing. What we cannot grow I order from Monterey Bay. I prefer to work with the whole herb rather than pills because department store herbs are very watered down and so processed that much of the healing benefit is missing by the time it reaches your home.
This year was the first year that Grace was old enough to help and understand the purpose of harvesting and processing our herbs. When we began to create our immune boosting elixir she sat wide eyed as Bethany and I chopped and mixed the herbs.
Last night her throat was scratchy and she said she was starting to feel sick so I pulled out the immune booster. Wanting to use it as a teaching moment I said "Grace, your hard work months ago is helping you to get well now.."
She replies "It sure is and for a bunch of weeds they aren't too bad!"
.............. I'll have to try harder next year............
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I shouldn't publicly say that because I know that growth is by trial. My flesh doesn't want trial, just growth. I feel like this summer I have had enough trial.... I have even caught myself whining much more than I like to admit. But what if the Lord would grant me the faith of Paul? What if he would take all the years that I rebelled against him and all the suffering I have been through and turn them around to be used as a catapult for giving me a greater confidence.
Listen to a testimony from the book of Acts.
Paul and Silas would walk a certain path as they were going to pray every day and they always passed the same damsel who had the spirit of divination. ~she was a soothsayer and the man who owned her was rich because of it. As she passed Paul and Silas she would cry "These men are servants of the most high God, which shew unto us the way of salvation." day after day.
One day the bible tells us that Paul was "grieved". He had listened to her declare her faith all this time and yet her soul was not free. So he turned to the unclean spirit and commanded it to come out of her and leave her alone. It did. And the damsel's owner was very unhappy because now she was worthless to him.
The owner then took Paul and Silas before the magistrates. The magistrates had them publicly beaten and thrown into prison. .....Now at this point I am certain I would have been sitting in that jail cell questioning God's motive for me.... "Uh...Lord? What did I do? You didn't want her soul or what???"
But not Paul, he was confident that he was walking the right path. He sang and prayed and then... the prison bars flew open. Paul was free to walk away. But Paul didn't flee. Part of me thinks he wanted to see the look on the guards face. Needless to say the guard and all his house "got saved." It's true, you can read all of this yourself chapter 16 verse 14-40. He was saved and baptised. Then after his conversion the guard put his money where his mouth is so to speak he took them home, fed them, bound up their wounds and cared for them. Then they do the craziest thing... Paul went back to prison.
What happens next just makes me smile. The magistrate sent a private word to the guard "Let those men go." Can you see the guard so happy ~running to Paul saying "You're free!"
And Paul leans back against the wall, maybe stretches and says "They have beaten us openly uncondemned, being Romans, and have cast us into prison; and now do they thrust us out privily? Nay, verily; but let them come themselves and fetch us out........."
Can you see the guards face... man? have gone daft? you're free!... but Paul waits, they will have to come and remove him publicly if they want him gone. What more could the magistrate do but humble himself to go to the prison and remove Paul?
Such Faith! Such Spirit! Such confidence in God's provision. He stood before Satan as a gladiator in the ring calling "Bring it on, Boy!"
He was beaten and imprisoned and it seemed all without cause. But God was using it...using him... to save sinners, mortify evil and in the last verse we read to comfort the brethren. If my suffering would accomplish even a tittle of that, it would be worth it.
I want that perfect peace, I want that perfect confidence. Today, I cannot list the beasts I face, that will have to come later. All I can say is~ I must be feeling my oats. I have begged the Lord to stand with me and if you were listening hard you may just have been able to hear........ one woman's heart stopping, gut wrenching whisper...........bring it on...............
I could have kissed him but unfortunately Cody outgrew that years ago.. so I hugged him instead. Kelly does still have the bull, he laughed and laughed when I told him our story. I wish I could find the humor in it. Next Wednesday Jerling goes for a visit and hopefully she will settle. If so I will only be a few months behind schedule and the seller will be pardoned. (Maybe)