I prayed a prayer at the beginning of this week asking that we would find a used 5 1/2 ft. bathtub here in town. The shower in our master bath (unbeknownst to us) has been leaking ever since we moved in. Now we're looking at having to tear out drywall (possibly replacing some studs), and definitely replacing subflooring. We decided we may as well tear out the 25 year old jacuzzi tub and replace it with a longer cast iron soaking tub as long as we were at it. Problem--cast iron tubs are expensive.
Ever since taking a vacation with Matt's parents a few years ago, I've wanted a claw foot tub. The room we stayed in had a claw foot tub and I took full advantage of it while we were there. It held the heat of the water really well, unlike the cast iron tub I had at home that rested directly on the concrete slab, thereby bringing the water to a tepid temperature within minutes (especially in the winter).
This past Wednesday evening, I warned the kids that we might have to make the long drive North to the "land of tubs and toilets" (the salvage yard) on Saturday. Paul and Lydia were delighted with the prospect of such an adventure. Elizabeth dissolved into tears when she heard my announcement (she hates car rides).
Well, it turns out we won't have to travel to the land of tubs and toilets because Matt found a 5 1/2 foot claw foot tub here in town. I told him I wouldn't be making the trip North to bring home a tub only to find that the refinishing would bring the price to a new plain old cast iron tub (new claw foot tubs are outrageously priced--so that wasn't even a consideration). Matt called around town and found a woman who refinishes tubs. She asked what our tub looked like. Matt said he didn't know because he hadn't bought it yet. She said she knew someone here in town who was trying to sell an old claw foot tub and she could refinish it for us. The whole deal would be less than the cost of a new tub.
So Matt went and fetched the tub--proving for the umpteenth time that, yes, one can indeed haul just about anything in the back of a Subaru station wagon. He delivered it to the tub lady and she'll have it for us in a few weeks. Hooray! God even answers bathtub prayers!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Debt Free Living
I finished the Duggars' book, 20 and Counting! this past weekend. I expected the book to be merely a fun and easy read--and it was, but it was also very convicting in many areas. This family (who openly admit that they are sinners saved by grace) tries to honor Christ in all that they do.
Early in their marriage, the Duggars took a class at their church about debt free living. They've been living debt-free ever since. They bought a bus that they use for family trips that they bought for $2,000. They built their 7,000 square foot home debt free, buying materials only when they had the cash to do so. (They originally estimated it would take a year to build their house, but it took three years. The Discovery channel actually finished the home because the production crew didn't think they could hang around long enough to film the completion.) Throughout the book, the Duggars site many examples in which the Lord provided for them in miraculous ways by arranging for them to buy things (including land) at incredible prices, all because they decided that they would live debt free.
Reading about the Duggars was the cherry on top of the sundae for me, so to speak. Since reading Dave Ramsey's Total Money Makeover two years ago (and then again a month ago), Matt and I have been really mulling over this whole debt free living thing. When I first read Dave's book, I was pretty offended. We had just financed the Suburban and he was preaching about driving only paid-for cars. Well, the Lord works all things to the good and He is merciful. We really needed that Suburban that year because we had four children of our own and our niece. Slowly, but surely, the Lord showed us that our true treasure is not to be found in things, but only in Him. By the time we decided to sell the Suburban, we couldn't wait to get rid of it.
Tonight, Matt and I start Dave Ramsey's class, "Financial Peace University." It's a 13-week class that covers everything from getting out of debt, to kid's college funds, to retirement investing and paying off your home early. Matt and I are excited to get started and see what the Lord has for us there.
Early in their marriage, the Duggars took a class at their church about debt free living. They've been living debt-free ever since. They bought a bus that they use for family trips that they bought for $2,000. They built their 7,000 square foot home debt free, buying materials only when they had the cash to do so. (They originally estimated it would take a year to build their house, but it took three years. The Discovery channel actually finished the home because the production crew didn't think they could hang around long enough to film the completion.) Throughout the book, the Duggars site many examples in which the Lord provided for them in miraculous ways by arranging for them to buy things (including land) at incredible prices, all because they decided that they would live debt free.
Reading about the Duggars was the cherry on top of the sundae for me, so to speak. Since reading Dave Ramsey's Total Money Makeover two years ago (and then again a month ago), Matt and I have been really mulling over this whole debt free living thing. When I first read Dave's book, I was pretty offended. We had just financed the Suburban and he was preaching about driving only paid-for cars. Well, the Lord works all things to the good and He is merciful. We really needed that Suburban that year because we had four children of our own and our niece. Slowly, but surely, the Lord showed us that our true treasure is not to be found in things, but only in Him. By the time we decided to sell the Suburban, we couldn't wait to get rid of it.
Tonight, Matt and I start Dave Ramsey's class, "Financial Peace University." It's a 13-week class that covers everything from getting out of debt, to kid's college funds, to retirement investing and paying off your home early. Matt and I are excited to get started and see what the Lord has for us there.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Chicken Troubles Again
Well, now we're down to three chickens. We caught the neighbor's dog in the act. We're praying about how to handle this in a Christ-like manner. Paul came in the house after he closed up the remaining three chickens in their house and sat down on the floor next to me as I nursed Jude. He said,"I need a big hug from Bernie" (his favorite big stuffed dog, who lives at Grandma Dianne's house). "And I need an even bigger hug from Daddy," he said. Poor little boy. Hugs from Mama aren't the same.
How Do You Feed Them All?
(Note--This post borders on "blog filler." Some may wish to skip it :)
Sometimes people comment about how high our grocery bill must be. Grocery prices have gone up and our family size has, too. Even though our little guys don't eat much, the others are getting bigger and eating more and our grocery budget has increased. Thankfully, when Matt and I were first married, I read every book on frugality I could get my hands on and that knowledge has paid off. Back then, our monthly food bill was $100. I couldn't make that amount of money go that far today, but I still can stretch a grocery buck. Here are some of the habits I employ to do so:
1. Coupons. I've always clipped coupons. My mother-in-law gives me the coupons she gets in the Sunday paper so I have two sets. I've always admired those super shopper moms who shop on double coupon days (we don't have stores around here that do that). They regularly swap coupons online and with friends and end up paying $10 for $100 worth of groceries. I don't do that. I've tried to figure out how to work the system that well, but I've never managed it. That said, I do use coupons, but with caution. Often times I can find the store brand for cheaper and if the quality is comparable to the name brand (and most the time it is), I buy it.
2. Loss leaders. Back in my hey day, I'd make the loop to all the grocery stores in town and buy only their loss leaders. Now, with the higher price of gas and much less time on my hands, I don't. I still do buy the loss leaders advertised at the grocery stores that are close by.
3. Clearance. I always check those grocery carts and racks at the back of the store with the black slashes through the bar codes. I've gotten boxes of Kix cereal (Paul's favorite) for $1.00. The boxes had some frayed edges, but the inner plastic bags were still sealed. I'm also not averse to buying dented cans, as long as they're not leaking or bulging. Sometimes items in these bins are just discontinued or seasonal items that the store wants to get rid of.
I always check the meat section, too. Often times I find chicken, beef and sausage that's about the hit the pull date. As long as it looks good, I'll buy it. I don't buy ground beef this way, though. The other day when I was at the store, I saw that the butcher had put "manager's special" stickers on all of the locally grown bone-in chicken breasts. They were 99 cents per pound. Even though I didn't feel I had the time to deal with it that week, I bought ten packages (about 30 chicken breasts). I invested in a good boning knife years ago and I've been de-boning my own chicken ever since. The quality of this chicken is much better than the Southern grown boneless chicken breasts and I have the added bonus of the chicken bones, which I make into chicken stock and freeze. (Sometimes, I freeze the bones until I have time to make the stock).
4. Seasonal sales. Turkeys go on sale at Thanksgiving. I usually buy between two and four to put in my freezer. Hams go on sale at Christmas. After Christmas, they often times can be found even cheaper at the bigger stores, like Walmart. Corned beef always goes on sale around St. Patrick's day. I usually buy a couple of those each year.
5. Just plain. I never used to buy anything that was packaged individually or premade in any way. The more prep the store does, the more they charge you for it. Nowadays, I sometimes can justify the price because my time is worth something, too. In the last couple of few years, I have occasionally fallen prey to the convenient rotisserie chicken, even though I know I can roast a chicken at home for 1/3 of the price. When the price of those chickens went up to $7.00 plus, though, I quit buying them. Those skinny little birds aren't worth it. I'll cook scrambled eggs for dinner instead.
6. Bread store. When I lived closer to the bread outlet, I shopped there all the time. I do occasionally shop there still, but lately I've been finding most of my bread on the "day old" clearance racks or on loss leader sales. We go through a loaf of bread a day when we all eat sandwiches for lunch, so for us, I can't fathom paying upwards of $2.50 a loaf.
7. Check prices. I have lots of prices memorized and I buy the same items all the time once I've figured out the lowest prices, but I've found that sometimes it pays to recheck the prices. About a year ago, I compared the price of Walmart's White Cloud diapers with the Huggies diapers at Costco. Even though the last price check had shown me Walmart's diapers were cheaper, I found that the Huggies diapers had actually come down to the same price per diaper, so I started buying them (and the Huggies are actually cheaper than the Costco Kirkland brand). The whole Costco thing is an interesting one in itself. Is it worth it to pay the membership price to save a few bucks, or is it just a wash? For our family, this one was recently put to rest when we upgraded to an executive membership which will pay for itself (we finally reached the point where we buy enough there to make it worth it).
8. Don't discount the Lord. Last year at this time, I felt myself bordering on panic every time I went to the grocery store and saw the prices increase (again). Meat prices were especially bothersome to me. I know it sounds silly, but I was starting to freak out. The Lord finally got a hold of me, however, and reminded me that He is the Provider of all my needs. The Lord showed me that my freezer was full with His provision for my family. Over the holidays, family and friends had given us a turkey, a ham, sausages and elk meat. My God is bigger than a little old economic recession and I'm so glad He is.
I know you readers out there probably have some good tips for stretching your food dollar, too. Comment and share, if you wish.
Sometimes people comment about how high our grocery bill must be. Grocery prices have gone up and our family size has, too. Even though our little guys don't eat much, the others are getting bigger and eating more and our grocery budget has increased. Thankfully, when Matt and I were first married, I read every book on frugality I could get my hands on and that knowledge has paid off. Back then, our monthly food bill was $100. I couldn't make that amount of money go that far today, but I still can stretch a grocery buck. Here are some of the habits I employ to do so:
1. Coupons. I've always clipped coupons. My mother-in-law gives me the coupons she gets in the Sunday paper so I have two sets. I've always admired those super shopper moms who shop on double coupon days (we don't have stores around here that do that). They regularly swap coupons online and with friends and end up paying $10 for $100 worth of groceries. I don't do that. I've tried to figure out how to work the system that well, but I've never managed it. That said, I do use coupons, but with caution. Often times I can find the store brand for cheaper and if the quality is comparable to the name brand (and most the time it is), I buy it.
2. Loss leaders. Back in my hey day, I'd make the loop to all the grocery stores in town and buy only their loss leaders. Now, with the higher price of gas and much less time on my hands, I don't. I still do buy the loss leaders advertised at the grocery stores that are close by.
3. Clearance. I always check those grocery carts and racks at the back of the store with the black slashes through the bar codes. I've gotten boxes of Kix cereal (Paul's favorite) for $1.00. The boxes had some frayed edges, but the inner plastic bags were still sealed. I'm also not averse to buying dented cans, as long as they're not leaking or bulging. Sometimes items in these bins are just discontinued or seasonal items that the store wants to get rid of.
I always check the meat section, too. Often times I find chicken, beef and sausage that's about the hit the pull date. As long as it looks good, I'll buy it. I don't buy ground beef this way, though. The other day when I was at the store, I saw that the butcher had put "manager's special" stickers on all of the locally grown bone-in chicken breasts. They were 99 cents per pound. Even though I didn't feel I had the time to deal with it that week, I bought ten packages (about 30 chicken breasts). I invested in a good boning knife years ago and I've been de-boning my own chicken ever since. The quality of this chicken is much better than the Southern grown boneless chicken breasts and I have the added bonus of the chicken bones, which I make into chicken stock and freeze. (Sometimes, I freeze the bones until I have time to make the stock).
4. Seasonal sales. Turkeys go on sale at Thanksgiving. I usually buy between two and four to put in my freezer. Hams go on sale at Christmas. After Christmas, they often times can be found even cheaper at the bigger stores, like Walmart. Corned beef always goes on sale around St. Patrick's day. I usually buy a couple of those each year.
5. Just plain. I never used to buy anything that was packaged individually or premade in any way. The more prep the store does, the more they charge you for it. Nowadays, I sometimes can justify the price because my time is worth something, too. In the last couple of few years, I have occasionally fallen prey to the convenient rotisserie chicken, even though I know I can roast a chicken at home for 1/3 of the price. When the price of those chickens went up to $7.00 plus, though, I quit buying them. Those skinny little birds aren't worth it. I'll cook scrambled eggs for dinner instead.
6. Bread store. When I lived closer to the bread outlet, I shopped there all the time. I do occasionally shop there still, but lately I've been finding most of my bread on the "day old" clearance racks or on loss leader sales. We go through a loaf of bread a day when we all eat sandwiches for lunch, so for us, I can't fathom paying upwards of $2.50 a loaf.
7. Check prices. I have lots of prices memorized and I buy the same items all the time once I've figured out the lowest prices, but I've found that sometimes it pays to recheck the prices. About a year ago, I compared the price of Walmart's White Cloud diapers with the Huggies diapers at Costco. Even though the last price check had shown me Walmart's diapers were cheaper, I found that the Huggies diapers had actually come down to the same price per diaper, so I started buying them (and the Huggies are actually cheaper than the Costco Kirkland brand). The whole Costco thing is an interesting one in itself. Is it worth it to pay the membership price to save a few bucks, or is it just a wash? For our family, this one was recently put to rest when we upgraded to an executive membership which will pay for itself (we finally reached the point where we buy enough there to make it worth it).
8. Don't discount the Lord. Last year at this time, I felt myself bordering on panic every time I went to the grocery store and saw the prices increase (again). Meat prices were especially bothersome to me. I know it sounds silly, but I was starting to freak out. The Lord finally got a hold of me, however, and reminded me that He is the Provider of all my needs. The Lord showed me that my freezer was full with His provision for my family. Over the holidays, family and friends had given us a turkey, a ham, sausages and elk meat. My God is bigger than a little old economic recession and I'm so glad He is.
I know you readers out there probably have some good tips for stretching your food dollar, too. Comment and share, if you wish.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Cure for Blurry Vision
Be Thou My Vision
(1) Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
(2)Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
(3)Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
(4)High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joy, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O ruler of all.
Civics Lesson
I remember when Ronald Reagan took office in 1981. I was in the fourth grade. My teacher walked with the entire class from the school to her house. We all squeezed into her living room and watched the inauguration on her t.v. I now know that my teacher voted for Jimmy Carter. I'm sure she was disappointed to see Reagan take office, but she still wanted her students to see history in the making.
Today, my little homeschool watched President Obama take office. Even though his stance on abortion prevented him from receiving my vote, the kids and I watched the inauguration and I couldn't help but remember that day back in 1981. I talked to the kids about the "peaceful transition of power" and how many countries in the world have violent changes in leadership. I reminded the kids that we live in the greatest country in the world and that we are here by God's grace. Our duty is first to God, then to country. As Christians, we are to submit to the governing authorities and pray for the people in power over us, that they would honor God and not men.
I'm grateful to God that I live in America, but my true citizenship is in Heaven and I continually "wait for the blessed hope--the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ." (Titus 2:13)
Today, my little homeschool watched President Obama take office. Even though his stance on abortion prevented him from receiving my vote, the kids and I watched the inauguration and I couldn't help but remember that day back in 1981. I talked to the kids about the "peaceful transition of power" and how many countries in the world have violent changes in leadership. I reminded the kids that we live in the greatest country in the world and that we are here by God's grace. Our duty is first to God, then to country. As Christians, we are to submit to the governing authorities and pray for the people in power over us, that they would honor God and not men.
I'm grateful to God that I live in America, but my true citizenship is in Heaven and I continually "wait for the blessed hope--the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ." (Titus 2:13)
Monday, January 19, 2009
Bond Servant
I asked for an awl for Christmas. I didn't get one. So I wrote "awl" at the top of my birthday list. Matt wasn't sure if I wanted a scratching awl or a punching awl. Didn't matter, I just wanted an awl. Matt finally settled on a scratching awl. Why an awl? I wanted something tangible I could look upon during my hectic days when I'm overwhelmed and all seems in a muddle. Something to remind me of whose I am.
In Bible times, if a Hebrew servant served six years to his master, he was to be set free. However, there was a provision made by God for a servant who wanted to stay on with the family. He could become a bond servant by his own choosing. "But if your servant says to you, 'I do not want to leave you,' because he loves you and your family and is well off with you, then take an awl and push in through his ear lobe into the door, and he will become your servant for life. Do the same for your maidservant." (Deut. 15:16,17)
In the New Testament, the apostle Paul refers to himself as a bond servant (often times only translated "servant") of the Lord Jesus Christ. This has a deeper connotation than merely a servant paying back a debt owed. The bond servant chooses to stay with his Master, the Lord Jesus Christ.
Thus, the awl for a birthday present. I've needed a visible reminder of whose I am, because this life is hard, as Jesus said it would be. ("In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33b ) Would I have chosen on my own to home school? Absolutely not. It wasn't so long ago that I thought homeschoolers were crazy (really). Would I have chosen on my own to have six children? No. It wasn't so long ago that I thought people with more than three or four kids were crazy (really, really). Matt and I chose these things because the Lord made it clear that He wanted them for our family.
How did we discern what God's will for us was? By our own reading of the scripture. That's how the Lord (most often and most reliably) shows us His will. The more we read and studied the Bible, the more convicted we were in these areas. That said, does it hurt when someone questions if Matt and I are doing God's will? Yes, it does. Does it hurt when people think that we've patterned our lives after other homeschooling families just for the sake of being like them? Yes, it does. I can tell you, no one in their right mind would choose this life based on trying to be a photocopy of someone else's life. Matt and I would have abandoned ship a long time ago if this were the case. Instead, we "press on."
So I come to the crux of the matter--the crazy paradox of the Christian life. Joy is found in doing God's will even when that will is difficult. And when I look on my awl, I will remember my Master and say to myself what Katie Luther said, "I will stick to Christ as a burr to a topcoat."
The awl as rests on the kitchen window sill where I'll see it often throughout the day.
In Bible times, if a Hebrew servant served six years to his master, he was to be set free. However, there was a provision made by God for a servant who wanted to stay on with the family. He could become a bond servant by his own choosing. "But if your servant says to you, 'I do not want to leave you,' because he loves you and your family and is well off with you, then take an awl and push in through his ear lobe into the door, and he will become your servant for life. Do the same for your maidservant." (Deut. 15:16,17)
In the New Testament, the apostle Paul refers to himself as a bond servant (often times only translated "servant") of the Lord Jesus Christ. This has a deeper connotation than merely a servant paying back a debt owed. The bond servant chooses to stay with his Master, the Lord Jesus Christ.
Thus, the awl for a birthday present. I've needed a visible reminder of whose I am, because this life is hard, as Jesus said it would be. ("In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33b ) Would I have chosen on my own to home school? Absolutely not. It wasn't so long ago that I thought homeschoolers were crazy (really). Would I have chosen on my own to have six children? No. It wasn't so long ago that I thought people with more than three or four kids were crazy (really, really). Matt and I chose these things because the Lord made it clear that He wanted them for our family.
How did we discern what God's will for us was? By our own reading of the scripture. That's how the Lord (most often and most reliably) shows us His will. The more we read and studied the Bible, the more convicted we were in these areas. That said, does it hurt when someone questions if Matt and I are doing God's will? Yes, it does. Does it hurt when people think that we've patterned our lives after other homeschooling families just for the sake of being like them? Yes, it does. I can tell you, no one in their right mind would choose this life based on trying to be a photocopy of someone else's life. Matt and I would have abandoned ship a long time ago if this were the case. Instead, we "press on."
So I come to the crux of the matter--the crazy paradox of the Christian life. Joy is found in doing God's will even when that will is difficult. And when I look on my awl, I will remember my Master and say to myself what Katie Luther said, "I will stick to Christ as a burr to a topcoat."
The awl as rests on the kitchen window sill where I'll see it often throughout the day.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Another Birthday
I turned 38 this past Thursday. When I was in college, I thought 38 sounded so old. It's not sounding so old anymore. The day started with a chorus of "Happy Birthdays" and our traditional dance to the Beatles "Birthday" song. Grace said, "You're almost 40, Mommy!" (Thanks, Grace.) Paul handed me five crinkled hard-earned dollar bills that he'd received from doing extra chores. Isn't he the sweetest boy? Grace gave me the Duggar's book Twenty and Counting and Elizabeth gave me Rachael Ray's Big Orange Book. The last few years, I've been in a cooking rut. I requested the cookbook for my birthday as my cooking repertoire has narrowed to what can be made in one hour or less and I know the book will fit the bill nicely.
I got a midday surprise when my aunt and uncle dropped by the house. They were down here for a farming conference and decided to come by and wish me "Happy Birthday." They gave me a big vase filled with tulip bulbs that will bloom in a few weeks--a little spring in the dead of winter. The day ended with a dinner out with Matt and a trip to Walmart for groceries. When we returned home, we all had cake and ice cream. Grace made her first Texas Sheet Cake for the occasion. She's the fourth generation in our family to make the cake. I snuggled up in bed that night surrounded by my Christmas and birthday books. I'm reading them all at once, something my mother used to do. I always thought that was so weird, but here I am doing the same thing. I guess it's true what they say that you turn into your parents as you age.
(Someone recently commented on the blog about the origin of the ditty "There was a bee who lived in a barn." All I know is that my German grandfather always said it to us kids.)
I got a midday surprise when my aunt and uncle dropped by the house. They were down here for a farming conference and decided to come by and wish me "Happy Birthday." They gave me a big vase filled with tulip bulbs that will bloom in a few weeks--a little spring in the dead of winter. The day ended with a dinner out with Matt and a trip to Walmart for groceries. When we returned home, we all had cake and ice cream. Grace made her first Texas Sheet Cake for the occasion. She's the fourth generation in our family to make the cake. I snuggled up in bed that night surrounded by my Christmas and birthday books. I'm reading them all at once, something my mother used to do. I always thought that was so weird, but here I am doing the same thing. I guess it's true what they say that you turn into your parents as you age.
(Someone recently commented on the blog about the origin of the ditty "There was a bee who lived in a barn." All I know is that my German grandfather always said it to us kids.)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Children's Children
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Happy Birthday
Elizabeth turned ten today. She didn't want to go out on a date to a restaurant with Mom and Dad. She opted to stay at home. She requested Basil Pesto Chicken Pasta for dinner and her usual yellow cake with orange buttercream frosting. Her cousin, Raphaella, came to help us celebrate. The girls made little chocolate truffle mice after dinner. I had gotten all the ingredients for the candies at Christmas time and never got around to making them, so the girls got their chance tonight. Lots of chocolate everywhere and lots of giggles, too.
Elizabeth is a unique child. She walked on her knees until she was eighteen months old. She didn't talk until she was nearly three. She has always been a homebody. She'd rather stay home than go just about anywhere, especially if more than a half hour drive is involved. She's the person in the family who keeps everyone on schedule. She's also very precise. The Christmas before last, my Dad and I walked in from church and Elizabeth announced that Daddy had overcooked the beautiful prime rib we were to have for dinner. "He didn't pull it out of the oven until 136F and he was supposed to pull it out at 135F!" She has an excellent memory and we often turn to her when we don't remember a date or an event.
Tonight, Daddy said a blessing over Elizabeth at dinner, asking that the Lord would grow her into a wise and godly woman. By the Lord's grace, it will be so.
Elizabeth is a unique child. She walked on her knees until she was eighteen months old. She didn't talk until she was nearly three. She has always been a homebody. She'd rather stay home than go just about anywhere, especially if more than a half hour drive is involved. She's the person in the family who keeps everyone on schedule. She's also very precise. The Christmas before last, my Dad and I walked in from church and Elizabeth announced that Daddy had overcooked the beautiful prime rib we were to have for dinner. "He didn't pull it out of the oven until 136F and he was supposed to pull it out at 135F!" She has an excellent memory and we often turn to her when we don't remember a date or an event.
Tonight, Daddy said a blessing over Elizabeth at dinner, asking that the Lord would grow her into a wise and godly woman. By the Lord's grace, it will be so.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Epiphany
Today is Epiphany, the day we remember the visit of the Magi to see the Christ child. Our family had our annual Epiphany party this past Sunday. We invited another family over and had a Middle Eastern-type chicken dish for dinner. It was simple to prepare and it was a big hit, so I think it will become an Epiphany staple. The dads and kids played a board game after dinner while the mommies talked. I found some really neat ornaments at Walmart this year with scriptures about the Magi on them. I gave them as gifts for the occasion. When we finally looked up at the clock it was 8:45 p.m.--past bedtimes, so we quickly ended the party, much to the dismay of all the kids.
It's interesting to consider that the Wisemen were Gentiles and that they were some of the first on the scene to worship Jesus. It reminds me of God's grace and how we, as Gentiles, are grafted into the olive tree. (Rom. 11:17) Praise God for His marvelous workings among men!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Chicken Troubles
Our small flock of eighteen chickens is now an even smaller flock of five. Yesterday while we were at church, something got into the chickens. This morning, the freshly fallen snow provided Matt with an easy way to track a raccoon to the chicken house, but it doesn't look like it was the culprit of yesterday's carnage. We suspect it was a dog, the most likely animal to have carried out a brazen daylight attack.
We just sold our first two dozen eggs to a friend this past weekend. We had hoped to start a little jar fund for the kids to spend on an outing of their choosing, but now it looks like we'll be out of the chicken egg business for a while. We'll look at building an entirely enclosed chicken run as soon as the weather permits and we'll try to replace the hens we lost with new chicks in the spring.
Paul, by far, is the most disappointed with this turn of events. Matt dreaded telling him that his favorite chicken, Sgt. Charlie Floyd II, was amongst the dead/missing. Paul had named the chicken after the only member of the Lewis and Clark Expedition to have died. I suppose that in some sort of sad way it's fitting that the namesake chicken died, too. Paul shed a few tears when he heard the news, but he was somewhat consoled by the fact that he will be Daddy's helper in the building of the new chicken run.
In the meantime, even though it's a bummer, we're keeping our perspective that there are many problems much worse to have than a few lost chickens.
We just sold our first two dozen eggs to a friend this past weekend. We had hoped to start a little jar fund for the kids to spend on an outing of their choosing, but now it looks like we'll be out of the chicken egg business for a while. We'll look at building an entirely enclosed chicken run as soon as the weather permits and we'll try to replace the hens we lost with new chicks in the spring.
Paul, by far, is the most disappointed with this turn of events. Matt dreaded telling him that his favorite chicken, Sgt. Charlie Floyd II, was amongst the dead/missing. Paul had named the chicken after the only member of the Lewis and Clark Expedition to have died. I suppose that in some sort of sad way it's fitting that the namesake chicken died, too. Paul shed a few tears when he heard the news, but he was somewhat consoled by the fact that he will be Daddy's helper in the building of the new chicken run.
In the meantime, even though it's a bummer, we're keeping our perspective that there are many problems much worse to have than a few lost chickens.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Duck Hunt
Paul has been after Grandpa Tom to go duck hunting. Yesterday, Paul got his wish. Matt and Paul drove to Grandma and Grandpa's on Thursday night so they could leave from their house early in the morning. Before they left, I asked Paul if he had enough socks packed. "I have four pairs, Mom."
"What about underwear, do you have underwear?"
"Ahhhhh," was his disappointed reply as he ran back to his room to grab some underwear. "Moooom, I already changed my underwear today."
Unfortunately, it snowed during the night. Grandpa Tom, Matt and Paul were late in getting to the duck blind because they got stuck driving behind a snow plow. When they arrived at the blind, some of the decoys were frozen beneath the blanket of new snow. The decoys that weren't frozen were bobbing in the water with two inches of snow on top of their heads. The real ducks didn't fall for it, but the guys did get in some good "guy time" and were able to trade stories about their grandpas (after the hunt, of course).
"What about underwear, do you have underwear?"
"Ahhhhh," was his disappointed reply as he ran back to his room to grab some underwear. "Moooom, I already changed my underwear today."
Unfortunately, it snowed during the night. Grandpa Tom, Matt and Paul were late in getting to the duck blind because they got stuck driving behind a snow plow. When they arrived at the blind, some of the decoys were frozen beneath the blanket of new snow. The decoys that weren't frozen were bobbing in the water with two inches of snow on top of their heads. The real ducks didn't fall for it, but the guys did get in some good "guy time" and were able to trade stories about their grandpas (after the hunt, of course).
Friday, January 2, 2009
Hand in the Cookie Jar
I walked into the family room this noon and found Joel saddled up to the popcorn tin and a stack of about eight Mrs. Hanes' ginger crisps (a Macduff clan Christmas tradition) in his hands. He gave me his cheesy grin that he reserves for such guilty situations and then handed me one cookie.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Resolutions 2009
I've always thought that New Year's resolutions were rather silly. The roving reporter on the evening news asks, "What's your resolution this year?" and the unsurprising reply, "Lose weight, get out of debt, work less" or whatever. Then a month later you read in the newspaper that 98% of New Year's resolutions have already been abandoned. "Why bother," has always been my reasoning. This year is the exception. I feel the Lord tugging at my heart to bring a clearer focus to areas He's been working on in me for a long time.
My heart is burdened to treat my body better ("Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?" 1Cor. 3:16). More sleep is not an option right now, but eating better and exercising is.
My heart is also burdened to create a more detailed daily schedule so that my days run more smoothly ("Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil." Ephes. 5:15,16).
My heart is burdened to spend more time in prayer and the study of His Word, for my own sake, but also for the sake of my family. ("I have hidden Your Word in my heart that I might not sin against you." Ps. 119:11, "Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need" Heb 4:16).
Problem is, my flesh doesn't want to do any of these things ("the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Matt. 26:41, "But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh in regard to its lusts." Rom. 13:14). I'm also aware that diet, exercise and schedules can easily become idols and be distractions that keep me from what is truly important, Jesus Himself. I've heard it said that the only obsession you can have that won't consume you is Jesus. More of Jesus, less of me, that's my ultimate resolution. So, at the beginning of this new year, I will step out in faith and know that He will provide the strength I need to do that which I know I should and the grace to get back up again when I fall.
My heart is burdened to treat my body better ("Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?" 1Cor. 3:16). More sleep is not an option right now, but eating better and exercising is.
My heart is also burdened to create a more detailed daily schedule so that my days run more smoothly ("Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil." Ephes. 5:15,16).
My heart is burdened to spend more time in prayer and the study of His Word, for my own sake, but also for the sake of my family. ("I have hidden Your Word in my heart that I might not sin against you." Ps. 119:11, "Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need" Heb 4:16).
Problem is, my flesh doesn't want to do any of these things ("the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Matt. 26:41, "But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh in regard to its lusts." Rom. 13:14). I'm also aware that diet, exercise and schedules can easily become idols and be distractions that keep me from what is truly important, Jesus Himself. I've heard it said that the only obsession you can have that won't consume you is Jesus. More of Jesus, less of me, that's my ultimate resolution. So, at the beginning of this new year, I will step out in faith and know that He will provide the strength I need to do that which I know I should and the grace to get back up again when I fall.
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