Thursday, July 26, 2012

When Toys Attack....




Zoobles are cute little toys that when closed they turn into a perfect little ball and they are spring action when you touch their little bottoms to something metal they pop to life.  Last night my youngest son, Jesse, somehow closed one on his upper eyelid.  He came to me crying as any three year old would and I was somewhere between panicked and amused. After about 2 minutes of trying to avoid laughter and to find something metal, I used a tiny paring knife that made the darn thing open and release his lid.... I wish I would have gotten a picture....but he was in pain and the top priority was to relieve that.
It is funny to thing, if it had been 17 years ago I would have most likely taken him to the ER. I am so thankful for my older sons who pretty much paved the way for my raising Jesse...My years of service as a practical nurse for my 20 and 14 year old kept me calm and I was able to rescue my son from the feared and dreaded Zooble attack.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Colossians 3
23 
Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.
24 Remember that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the Master you are serving is Christ.[e] 25 But if you do what is wrong, you will be paid back for the wrong you have done. For God has no favorites.

This scripture came to mind as I, once again, cleaned up the kitchen and entertained Jesse while the others sat on their backsides watching Dr. Who...
I get down on myself and my life so often.  It can be a difficult walk, doing most things on my own...but then this verse came to mind and I realized I need to do my chores and house hold duties including loving my family and raising Jesse as a labor for the Lord....Especially on the nights is not easy...

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

My Corner of the World

,,,

Our Beautiful Country Home

Fawn Right Outside Our Dining Window

Lily

Poppies

Woods

Yesterday's Work

Lots of Brush

Wild Berries I Discovered Behind the Brush

Rose Needs Tending
Side Yard...I Weeded and Mulched
Weeded the Hosta, Cleared the Fence Line and Mulched
Cleared the Front Yard and Woods by the Road
Lots of Room for Boys to Grow

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Why Not Me?




In this day and age everything must have a diagnosis. After a few days in despair, then prayer, I feel I have been led to the answer. I regrettably report that I suffer from Why Not Me? Syndrome. The cure? God's grace and personal growth...I don't know when I got the idea in my mind that it has to be about me..It is time to stop asking why not and begin to ask what is He trying to refine in me?
I do realize that all I have been feeling lately really doesn't matter....the situation is what it is and my pain won't sway peoples hearts and toward me.  But I am in control of how I treat others around me.  How I can show love through respect to my husband and our sons.  I can befriend the friendless and lonely and I can stop feeling sorry for myself and stop acting poorly to situations.

Monday, July 9, 2012

I'm tired of trying to dance through life's situations.  I feel bitterness over taking me and I have no idea how to stop it.  I am sick of pain...sick of being misunderstood by people who are suppose to love me unconditionally.  Desire to be with me only last as long as the next, better offer....
As I grow older I am beginning to understand my mother's need for seclusion.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Feeling lost




I find myself detaching myself from friends...I have recently discovered that it is easier to be angry than to feel pain or rejection.  I am trying not to specify or direct it toward any certain person.  I have come to the conclusion that I will never be as important to others as they are to me....

Sunday, July 1, 2012

My Own Little World




I think I have spent more time outdoors  this summer than I have in the last few years combined.  I have fallen in love with our land and the wonders (and dangers) it holds.  I always knew we had wildlife all around us, but I didn't realize the diversity of it all.  Last night I found the perpetrator of my hen house.  He is a masked bandit...cute as the dickens, but very destructive and deadly to my hens. Friday night he finished off Lou Lou.  Heartbreaking as that loss was I have learned more of how to protect my remaining three girls.  Right now their safety is my biggest concern.
I brought them in the house last night.  They did okay all together in a dog crate.  Today, I must dig around the hen house, put in a heavier fencing to keep the predator out and place dirt and stones around the base of the fence.  Make sure everything is super secure so that his little fingers can't pull apart the barrier or dig under it.  

Bird feeder has to be moved to the front yard.  No food or garbage left near the house.  All feed in air tight containers...hopefully it will just give up and go away...and not find my garden or raspberries.