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Happy Trailing!
This year I am growing my favorite herbs in containers! Him made me a raised flower bed that curves along the outside of our vegetable garden. This is a "shelf" for my flower pots containing the herbs! I wanted something pretty to grow in the bed all around my containers. We found the perfect trailing perennials for that and we purchased them today! Him bought me (pardon the english) 8 flowering plants in all: 3 Blue Emerald Creeping Phlox (the light purplish ones on the right and center) 2 Drummond's Pink Phlox (the larger pinkish ones bottom left) 2 Fort Hill Creeping Phlox (the smaller pinkish ones top left) 1 Scarlet Flame Creeping Phlox (the bright pink at the top center).
This has been a lot of fun for us-- working on this project. My husband is my best friend. I am so thankful that God has put us together. Like my phlox-delights-- we're just trailin' along beautifully! "The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it." Proverbs 10:22 This project would be nothing without the LORD. He leads us and guides us every step of the way. He is what brings these beautiful and good things to pass. He is so good to us! "Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established." Proverbs 16:3 9:39 PM - Monday, April 6, 2009 - comments {0} - post comment"Maiden" MotheringTry explaining to a chip-devouring, Dr Pepper-consuming, book-engulfing 14-year old girl (Sounds a lot like someone you used to know, huh?) that NOW is the training period for domestic skills needed in marriage. That was my job this morning as I discipled my young student in the ways of HOUSEHOLD DUTIES.There were a few gasps and attempts of explanation as to WHY starting at home (of all places!) was a bad idea. But I held out and am almost certain to have scored a few points in the domestic department. I gave her a take-home quiz to test her (late?) blooming domestic abilities. She had no good reasons that I haven't heard or lived through myself to NOT do (more than?) her share of keeping house. But it made me smile to hear them coming from someone else, nonetheless. While I am thankful to God that He has given me a position of discipling the younger women, I cannot help but smile at the irony of it. It wasn't many years ago, that I was the younger woman, desperately needing the counsel and guidance of wise and godly mothers. Being that I am still very young, and also youthful (which is very different from being young *wink, wink*), I am in a wonderful position of gaining the trust of girls who are neglected in teaching at home. My own daughter is also learning the beauty in domestic support here at home! I've watched her mature-- from that unorganized child that we all started out as-- and develop into a most beautiful young lady who faithfully "keeps" her spot in the home clean and free of clutter. She is now learning to bake and takes joy in serving others. And what a joy she is to me! My own "maiden" years, comical as they may have been, began with a rough & awkward start; quite painful in many ways! At age 13, my (much) younger cousin had to show me how to boil water and make Ramen noodles. This is about the time I had to learn how to "cook" tasteless eggs in a plastic bowl in the microwave (because I was afraid of the stove-fire, no less). I was doing a bit better by the time I was 14, except I didn't know there was a difference between ground pork and ground beef. This was quite traumatizing when I and my little brother dived into a huge plate of eggs n' sausage to find out, it wasn't quite. "It just doesn't taste like when Mom makes it." Go figure. I still remember a phone conversation with a friend and coworker of my mom's: "Is my mom there?" "No, she's out right now. What do you need?" "Um. How do you know when the egg is boiled all the way?" Silence. "I'm not sure-- Isn't it supposed to float or something? Did you try tapping it to see if it cracks?" When Mom took on school AND work to learn a career and have some money at the same time, I took on the "mother" role--trying to help in all ways possible (for a thirteen/fourteenish girl, that is). Every morning (more often than not), after a shower and a quick clean-up of my own room, I headed to the master bedroom to make her bed, open her curtains and clear her dresser. (That always gets messed up when you're dressing in a hurry.) I'd get in her closet where she kept baskets of clean clothes from last night's laundry and began the long process of ironing each individual piece and hanging them up. I aquired many burns! [All this came back to memory last summer as I was teaching a few 13-year olds how to iron. At first I was surprised they had never ironed before, but enjoyed the process of showing them all the right ways to NOT burn your fingers, hands, arms, ect.] I can still remember the first few successes of cooking! Brilliant! One was a spaghetti I made for Mom. --Both parents tried it and stated that it was "pretty good", but I think that was out of politeness. The other was a few years later, at age 16, when I cooked my first meal for my boyfriend. Nothing like greasy homemade tacos! I maintain to this day that this is why he married me. 10:59 PM - Sunday, March 29, 2009 - comments {0} - post commentThe Struggle To Keep SmilingFeeling GuiltyHearing Just the hummmm of the 'puter Edit Entry Delete Entry The Struggle to Keep SmilingG'morning! Here I am typing this entry by the light of the fish aquarium. I don't want to turn on all the lights as I don't like to wake people up. Did you know that children were people to?! They deserve as much courtesy as a stranger in the store. That's the only way they'll learn it! When you give to your children patience, they will give patience to each other. When you are snappy with them, they become snappy with each other. Etc., etc. I am a bit ashamed of my most recent behavior, but at least I am more rested today. God has been blessing us immensely. He's been giving and giving until our cup has not only been over flowing ~ but is now reaching the spill-over-onto-others stage. In all this glorying, I fall short and really~ flat on my face. It's so embarrassing. Friends, I have everything to smile about, and yet exhaustion seeks to smother my happiness. I'm still praying. I'm still following God's Word. I still believe that all things work together for good. My faith in God is strong. I'm just struggling to smile lately. I'm not angry. I'm not mad. But my face has resumed a downward position and it is NOT flattering. I'm *sigh*-ing more often and while I am still standing on God's promises ... Well, I'm just having a difficult time here! No one has been majorly wounded by my disposition, rather, I may be just the only one who has noticed the difference. But it's bothering me. When you pray to the One True God, please remember me. I need the joy of the LORD to burst forth from within so the Holy Spirit can shine onto the lives of others through me. God bless you, as always, and more also this day. 7:24 AM - Tuesday, June 10, 2008 - comments {1} - post commentMaybe It's Tuesday.Good morning! I meant to bring you updates yesterday. I should not have said I'd be making an entry ... though I did make an entrance once or twice. The writing nerves left my fingers each time. Ah, good day. I pray you are having a wonderful one! I pray you're not fighting with your husbands today. You may fight for your husband, as God expects you to through prayer, but fighting with him is altogether another matter. Changing your husband is not your battle - that belongs to God. God says that when you are kind and gentle; respectful and soft-spoken to your husband that he will be won over to God because of your elegant character. A wife of noble character who can find? ... Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. Proverbs 31:10-12 "Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives. Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. They were submissive to their own husbands, like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her master. You are her daughters if you do what is right and do not give way to fear." 1 Peter 3:1-6 "... wives are to be women worthy of respect, not malicious talkers but temperate and trustworthy in everything." 1 Timothy 3:11 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ We have been painting all morning! I enjoy painting. I can see the progress and at least know where I'm at. Did you know it can be that way with all things? I just read that this morning in Proverbs. Chapter 16, verse 3 states "Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts will be established." And surely we all remember Chapter 3 which simply says "Acknowledge Him (God) in all your ways and He will direct your paths!" Any job can be a pleasure if done unto the LORD! Though ... it is difficult to do some things even unto the LORD when I really despise them! Like ... the tedious job of scraping paint. It is then my prayers come out more like a lamenting Psalm than a shout of praise. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As some of you know, we have a vegetable garden. It is quite large, as the LORD has blessed us. About a month ago, while looking out the back door, I envisioned a beautiful, white picket fence enclosing it. I mentioned it to the LORD. A few weeks ago after dropping off some furniture at our grandfather's, we drove around the corner and there was D and her husband just finished with pulling up their white picket fence and now mowing and trimming trees. (That was a wonderfully inspiring run-on, don't you think?) We, of course, had our trailer with us so we stopped. D confirmed that yes, they were throwing them out and that her friend said she wanted them but wouldn't show up to get them so PLEASE TAKE THEM!!! Now my husband has been very busy digging post holes and screwing the fence strips onto the posts. It's been so exciting! The progress is a bit slow as we have been doing this after hours (usually when it's dark) or before hours (which is only a small amount of time before we leave for work). ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Because much of our business keeps us outdoors, we have a schedule we try to follow closely. We work morning hours and evening hours outdoors, but those hours inbetween when the heat is most intense are indoor hours. I don't like to complain about the heat we have been enduring. I know that some of my friends have their spouses away in a land that is much more intense than what it is here.
A few days ago: We were out working on the last job for the day when the heat became extremely intense as I was out in a piece of land that was directly in the sun. I started feeling that weird tingle-all-over feeling and knew my body was warning me. But - I was almost done with what I was doing! So I continued to work, more viciously, on the project at hand. I've suffered a severe stroke before, which threw off my right-side functions for years, so I am aware of all the symptoms. As my vision began to fade and weeriness began to replace my ability to move, I realized how unwise I was to continue on. I started out walking toward the shade and for some water when I began staggering horribly. As the ground seemed to rush up before my face I began to mumble: "I rebuke you, Satan, in the name of Jesus. My body belongs to the LORD. I am healthy. I am strong. And I am healed." I made it to the water and shade. I said "What shall I do, LORD?" The distinct image of me walking to the water spout and soaking my hair sprang into mind. I wasn't so sure about that - so I mentioned to my husband - "Honey, what shall I do?" He said, "Go over to that water spout and soak your hair." (Don't you just love confirmation?) I poured water all over my head and immediately relief came. I have been learning a valuable lesson. Just because God heals you and delivers you from illness and oppression does not mean that you can abuse your body. My body is a gift from God. One day, we'll all answer to God for the way we've treated all those things (body included) He has entrusted into our care. Smith Wigglesworth didn't sympothize with people who suffered a cold because they didn't wear a coat like they should have. He said it was bad stewardship. I tend to agree. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 3:09 PM - Wednesday, June 4, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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Him bought me some wonderful flowers for my herb garden today! 
