Today, I feel much much better so I can tell you some of what was “wrong” with me without those crazy exhausted emotions getting in the way.
I WAS/AM HOMESICK….for my home-state, my home-town, my family. . . . . I wish I was in NY again!
When I had Jacob and Ethan, Rich and I lived in our first house in NY, near our families. What I miss the most about that time was seeing my family any ol’ time I wanted to, and also having them come and visit me. There is no one like your family if you come from a loving Christian home.
Instead, I am here in CT. Thankfully, my sister is nearby, which helps so much, but we are both currently in stages of life where it is almost impossible to hang around, visiting. We are here in CT because of my husband’s job. He has an awesome job that enables me to be a stay-at-home mama, and enables us to homeschool our children and buy the things we need to take care of our family. We have an awesome house and the great outdoors is perfect for exploring and enjoying God’s creation. But, at the same time……my husband has to work long hours, and is never free from his laptop, and blackberry. And, I think, how much easier it would be if only I had my family to fall back on during the times that he is so busy. I feel alone at this time with a newborn, because I feel like there is no where for me to go (make that no where I want to go! I did try the library the other day, and that didn’t help much), and no mom or aunts to come visit me ……like the “olden days”.
So that was that. I realized, also, that there really is no point in thinking about the past, with longing. I lived it already, enjoyed it, and now God wants me here. I suppose that I have learned to lean on HIM in ways I never could have if we had stayed in NY. “Back Home” would never be free from it’s own problems and struggles, as well. “Back Home” wouldn’t mean perfect contentment, because that will never come until Jesus returns and makes all things new again. I’m just saying, these are the honest thoughts that are in my heart. I do, sometimes, wish we were still in NY. I’m sure everyone who has ever “transplanted” feels that same way. Yes? “Bloom where you’re planted” is the advice given to anyone moving. . . .and it’s true, we do need to grow and flourish in our new environments, and in any change, but that doesn’t mean we don’t think about what we’ve left behind now and then.
So now that it’s Friday, I’m feeling better, perking up and looking forward to the weekend. This week was hard because Rich was gone for 2 days and 2 nights and that is basically what set me off in my thinking about NY. The kids don’t want to move, which makes me laugh. They want to stay here where “all their friends are”.
Going on a walk always cheers me up so let’s go!
Just outside my side door entry, I was astounded (last week) when I noticed some bulbs coming up! Here in New England, every little bit of green is enough to make us smile. . . . .
I also noticed the Lady’s Mantle coming up.
One of the things that I find so comforting about my relationship with the Lord, is knowing that He will bring each season back, in it’s turn. Spring will always come, sure as can be. We can trust Him and His perfect timing.
The stream is a happy place to be, with it’s cool air, and sound of rushing water.
I like the darkness of the woods, with just enough beams of sunlight to make it all the more desired.
You just want to find those patches of sun, and stand in them. You want to search out the brightest part of the water, and admire the reflection of the yellow sun. . . . .
I had to figure out how to cross the stream, because it was closer to the house that way and I was getting nervous about leaving the baby for too long (he was sleeping). . . .I gave myself a pep talk (“The kids do it all the time and they don’t care if they fall in and get THEIR feet wet!!”) and made it across safe and sound. My short walk rejuvenated me and reminded me that spring is coming.
This morning, I took the time to take a couple pictures of my little baby. . . . .
With around the clock feedings, I’m certain that He’s growing nicely.
These pictures are from the other day:
Finding some sun. . . .soaking in the rays. (Amber, Seth is wearing the socks you sent him in this picture. )
David and Seth, last Saturday….I love the green striped pants on Seth.
Caleb and Grace snuggled up in Caleb’s room. Notice all the Thomas stuff? They were quietly playing a Thomas VTech game. . . .
Vanishing Mac ‘n cheese
3 Tablespoons butter
1/4 cup flour
1/2 t. salt
2 cups milk
1/4 pound Velveeta, cut up
1 1/2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
2 1/2-3 cups macaroni, cooked, drained
Melt butter in large saucepan on low heat. Blend in flour and salt, cook and stir 1 minute. Gradually add milk; cook, stirring constantly, until thickened. Add cheeses, stir until melted. Stir in macaroni.
Pour into greased casserole. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes, or until thoroughly heated. Serves about 6, depending.
I added 3 sliced hot dogs to the recipe the other day and served this for lunch. Ethan was sick and didn’t eat but Jacob has been eating SO much lately that he had no trouble eating Ethan’s share. He also objected when I helped myself to a Small Portion. We had words over that.
Okay, that does it for this blog. Thanks for hanging in there, it took me forever to write all this because I had to keep taking breaks to do other things.
I hope you all have a fantastic weekend. I’m SO glad it’s FRIDAY!
“The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
and in the night His song shall be with me.” Psalm 42:8