Pictures and thoughts. . . . .

Caleb found himself some tomaters!  The neighbors gave me these to make a sauce and I found Caleb helping himself. . . . . . .

Then, he decided to get in my way while I was trying to put away the dishes.  I thought it was really funny that he climbed UP and IN the dishwasher.  He looks like he’s about ready to go on the top rack!

Tag Sale Finds:

I found these hangers.  They are each covered in hand-crochet.  I bought 50 for only four dollars.  I personally have a weakness when it comes to handmade things. 

Then, I was happy to buy all these books for less than five dollars:

And here is a picture of me and my friend Elissa.  This picture was taken by Ethan and we’re in the State woods next to my house.

Food Thoughts because everyone loves food:

This morning for breakfast I made fresh biscuits.  It didn’t take long at all.  I used butter instead of shortening. Then I fried each of the kids an organic egg and served it to them in a biscuit.  I am happy to report that the breakfast was a BIG hit with us all.  Next time I have to double the biscuit recipe.  Another interesting change is that I haven’t bought cold cereal in a while.  We eat hot oatmeal almost every morning.  The kids put either real maple syrup on it or brown sugar.  We are using a lot less of that expensive organic milk!  Less waste and more fiber!

I made cookies today!  David was so excited and watched me make them.  We made peanut butter cookies.  While I was rolling them into balls he told me his recipe for his “favorite cookies”.  Here it is:  “Candy, peanut butter, flour, and salt.”

For dinner we had baked “smart” chicken (organic), and organic green beans.  Rich wasn’t home for dinner so I didn’t fuss too much.

I am about to go get my Ben and Jerry’s NY Super Fudge Chunk out of the fridge and eat that.  Yum.

Home School Thoughts:

My experience with home schooling has proved to be MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH better than I expected.  I am so happy I could cry.  The days are smoothing out and each day gets easier.  The classes are neatly divided up into easy to handle lessons.  I am teaching 2nd grade, 3rd grade, and 4th grade, along with being mommy to my almost 4 year old and my baby.  Sounds scary, but it’s really not that bad! I really love not having to drive them back and forth to school, I always felt bad for the little ones.  What a great feeling it is to be home with my children!

Thankful For:

First of all thankful for my salvation and that God cares for me and loves me.
My Bible that I bought at a library book sale that is full of the previous owner’s wonderful notes and highlights.  I hope to meet her someday.
The beautiful weather, trees, sky, birds at my birdfeeder.
Good food
My husband my children my parents my siblings
My friends
I’m thankful for the way God made me. 
That Amanda and Jason are watching all of my kids so that we can go away this weekend. 
Happy snail mail
Music
laughter
I’m really thankful for the super-duper encouraging email I got from my friend Christie today.
genuine people
Godzilla chocolates (actually, “Godiva”, but after my son called them Godzilla chocolates I can’t think of them any other way)
Right now I am very very very very thankful for PEACE AND QUIET. 
Books
Books
Books
Books
Bedtime

"Day by Day"

 

 I woke up last night at about 3 and I couldn’t go back to sleep for a long time.  I actually don’t even know if I ever did fall back to sleep.

 I starting thinking about CHURCH STUFF, which is my term for some of the darkest days that I’ve had. . . . a bad church experience that the Lord has graciously used to grow me spiritually.  But, unfortunately I still feel very damaged spiritually.  I wonder if I will ever have an innocent, childlike faith again.  Like my husband said, “SOMEONE HAS POISENED THE WATER HOLE”. 
I was awake thinking that I needed therapy and then I remembered that I already have a Great Physician Who knows exactly what I need to heal.
I am begging God to lead me through my devotions and prayers to just BE OKAY again.  I want to be okay.  I want to be able to live my life without doubts and fears of “what people will think”.  I do not want to be bitter or angry, either.  I want to be soft, understanding, and tenderhearted.

I started meditating on this hymn:

Day by day and with each passing moment,
strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is KIND BEYOND ALL MEASURE
gives unto each day what He deems best-
LOVINGLY, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with PEACE AND REST.

Ev’ry day the Lord Himself is near me with a special mercy for each hour;  all my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me, He whose name is Counselor and Pow’r.  The protection of His CHILD and TREASURE is a charge that on Himself He laid;  “As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,” this the pledge to me He made.

HELP ME then in every tribulation
so to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
offered me within Thy holy Word.
HELP ME, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’re to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

On my list of things to do today:
Meditate on the THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR. . . . . . .

“Day by Day”


 

 I woke up last night at about 3 and I couldn’t go back to sleep for a long time.  I actually don’t even know if I ever did fall back to sleep.

 I starting thinking about CHURCH STUFF, which is my term for some of the darkest days that I’ve had. . . . a bad church experience that the Lord has graciously used to grow me spiritually.  But, unfortunately I still feel very damaged spiritually.  I wonder if I will ever have an innocent, childlike faith again.  Like my husband said, “SOMEONE HAS POISENED THE WATER HOLE”. 
I was awake thinking that I needed therapy and then I remembered that I already have a Great Physician Who knows exactly what I need to heal.
I am begging God to lead me through my devotions and prayers to just BE OKAY again.  I want to be okay.  I want to be able to live my life without doubts and fears of “what people will think”.  I do not want to be bitter or angry, either.  I want to be soft, understanding, and tenderhearted.

I started meditating on this hymn:

Day by day and with each passing moment,
strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is KIND BEYOND ALL MEASURE
gives unto each day what He deems best-
LOVINGLY, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with PEACE AND REST.

Ev’ry day the Lord Himself is near me with a special mercy for each hour;  all my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me, He whose name is Counselor and Pow’r.  The protection of His CHILD and TREASURE is a charge that on Himself He laid;  “As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,” this the pledge to me He made.

HELP ME then in every tribulation
so to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
offered me within Thy holy Word.
HELP ME, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’re to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

On my list of things to do today:
Meditate on the THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR. . . . . . .

"O Love that Wilt not let me Go"

 

 

O love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

O light that foll’west all my way,
i yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s glow its day
may brighter, fairer be.

o joy that seekest me through pain,
i cannot close my heart to thee;
i trace the rainbow through the rain,
and know the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.

o Cross that lifteth up my head,
i dare not ask to hide from thee;
i lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.

*George matheson, 1842-1906

*George Matheson was an esteemed Scottish minister who was totally blind.  The following are his words in regards to this beautiful hymn:

” My hymn was composed in the manse of Innelan on the evening of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age.  I was alone in the manse at that time.  It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow.  Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering.  The hymn was the fruit of that suffering.  It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life.  I had the impression of having it dictated to me by some inward voice rather than of working it out of myself.  I am quite sure that the whole work was completed in five minutes, and equally sure that it never received at my hands any retouching or correction.  I have no natural gift of rhythm.  All the other verses I have ever written are manufactured articles; this came like a dayspring from on high.”

When we sing this hymn in church it never fails to stir my spirit.  The reason is clear:  it is not a “manufactured article”, but a “dayspring from on high”. May our sufferings also bear such fruit;  sincere, genuine, and godly fruit that glorifies God alone.

“O Love that Wilt not let me Go”

 

 

O love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

O light that foll’west all my way,
i yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s glow its day
may brighter, fairer be.

o joy that seekest me through pain,
i cannot close my heart to thee;
i trace the rainbow through the rain,
and know the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.

o Cross that lifteth up my head,
i dare not ask to hide from thee;
i lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.

*George matheson, 1842-1906

*George Matheson was an esteemed Scottish minister who was totally blind.  The following are his words in regards to this beautiful hymn:

” My hymn was composed in the manse of Innelan on the evening of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age.  I was alone in the manse at that time.  It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow.  Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering.  The hymn was the fruit of that suffering.  It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life.  I had the impression of having it dictated to me by some inward voice rather than of working it out of myself.  I am quite sure that the whole work was completed in five minutes, and equally sure that it never received at my hands any retouching or correction.  I have no natural gift of rhythm.  All the other verses I have ever written are manufactured articles; this came like a dayspring from on high.”

When we sing this hymn in church it never fails to stir my spirit.  The reason is clear:  it is not a “manufactured article”, but a “dayspring from on high”. May our sufferings also bear such fruit;  sincere, genuine, and godly fruit that glorifies God alone.

 

 

Starting the day. . . . . . . .

Caleb has a new game.  It’s called “Get Mommy’s Shirts out of her Dresser and Run off with Them”.

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Caleb wants yet another shirt.

“Maybe I’ll just put this one on my head”

Caleb put a shirt on his head in the livingroom today and then bounced his mouth off the wall.  Poor crying and bleeding baby!  He’s okay now. 

Home School Pictures

 

I work better if I am organized.  I have my teacher books/curriculum in little stacks on the top of my dresser.  All of my 4th grade books are on a bookcase.  Their school books, papers, pencil boxes and flashcards are in the armoire in the living room.  Their books are stacked neatly on the front edge of the shelf.  When they are done with a subject, we put the book behind the stack, thus making an “to do” and “done” stack.

David has some tv time.  This is our new computer, where I blog.

My Busy School Children: 

After school today we went to McDonald’s for lunch.  We ordered our food at the drive thru and then went to the park in town.  We ate and then the children played.  There was a friendly young mom there who talked to me quite a bit.  She was quite taken aback by me and my family and I was able to give her a tract, my email and my phone number.  Instead of reading my magazines while the children played, I spent the entire time talking to her.  The sacrifice was worth it.

When we came home I put the kids to bed for reading/nap time and I went to my hammock.  It was so relaxing that I even took a cat nap.  It’s been a week full of excitement!  Thankfully the happy kind!

 

Is not this the true romantic feeling-
not to desire to escape life,
but to prevent life from escaping you.  T.Wolfe


And all the loveliest things there be
come simply, so it seems to me.
 ~ E.Millay

The Beautiful

Though we travel
the world over
to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us
or we find it not.  Ralph waldo emerson

Today I arrived home with a van loaded full of my groceries and my children.  The children were hyper-active and their tongues were, too.  The groceries were melting and I was in charge.  But, I had to stop to take a few pictures of some flowers in my garden.  The air was cool and crisp so I was surprised to see tiny drops of dew in the hearts of the flowers.  These flowers have been blooming in my garden for days.  I’m so thankful that I saw them today.  Really saw them.

He hath made every thing beautiful in His time.
Ecclesiastes 3:11

Things are beautiful if you
LOVE THEM.  J Anouilh

For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

Appreciate the Beautiful

 

“To Everything there is a season

                       and a time to every purpose under Heaven”

Ecclesiastes 3:1

Hi!  I’m back!  I’ve been a little under the weather.  I’ve been been very stressed out, if truth be told.  Nothing terrible has happened, I’m just trying to adjust to my new life.  As most of you know, we moved in July to a new house.  It’s been a dream come true and my family and I love our new place.  But, at the same time, it IS an adjustment.  Also, I am now a HOMESCHOOLING MOM, officially, as of yesterday.  I have been a bundle of nerves over it.  Really, that’s the perfect description!  A BUNDLE OF NERVES!  And when I’m really nervous, I retreat within myself.  I brood.  I don’t speak or communicate like I normally do.  Hence, no blog entries!

Joyfully, I am feeling more like myself today.  School was great and the kids are outside fishing in the pond.  I can see David out the window as I type.  The sun is shining and I can hear the buzzing of insects and the singing of birds.  I am so happy and thankful to be in this place in my life. . . . . . .

 

 

This picture is UPSIDE-DOWN for a reason!  I thought the different perspective was beautiful.


 My Jacob is finally a country boy.  I love the rolled up jeans and the 3-cornered hat.  Jacob has a huge interest in the Revolutionary War and we bought him the hat while we were in Sturbridge, MA.  By the way, He ACTUALLY CAUGHT ONE! 

 

My David.


 

Once again, Sister is wearing her GREEN dress.  How many times have we all seen that dress in my blog pictures?  It’s funny how we all have our most favorite outfit and Grace is no exception.  I took this picture yesterday on a walk with the kids.  This field is up behind our house in the State woods. 

I hope all of you are having a wonderful day. 

The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never;  I nothing lack if I am His and He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow my ransomed soul He leadeth, and where the verdant pastures grow with food celestial feedeth.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill with Thee, dear Lord, beside me;  Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me.

And so through all the length of days They goodness faileth never:  Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise within Thy house forever.

Written by Henry W. Baker, 1821-1877

 

 

Welcome September!

My family: Rich holding David, Grace, Jacob, Ethan, Me, Caleb

I can’t believe we celebrate our 11th anniversary this month!

We took the children to Old Sturbridge Village in MA yesterday. Thought you would enjoy seeing some pictures.