Choose life

Sunday was the annual Life Chain and the girls and I were glad to participate.  The goal of Life Chain is to have believers pray for an hour while standing along a busy sidewalk with approved signs that support the sanctity of human life.  I've been blessed to participate for maybe 10 years now but the last 2 my daughters have joined in on the opportunity.  It really moved me to watch these two precious ones who adore babies and who want to do "something" to end the tragedy of abortion. 

I believe there is power in prayer and each year as I stand there and pray for our nation and our leaders, I pray for the people who drive by and see the hundreds of signs along the road.  I pray that those who may have experienced an abortion would find healing in Jesus' forgiveness.  I pray that those who may be facing a tough decision (or will soon be in that situation) will remember that EVERY child (even preborn) has a purpose for their life and IS a wanted child - by their Heavenly Father and by the many adoptive families waiting for a baby to love.  I pray for the people in those cars to see the signs and be moved to see that men, women & children from various walks of life find LIFE something worth protecting and defending.  I pray for the next generation to see the lies of the abortion industry and to work to end this tragic, evil  and immoral practice.  I pray for God's mercy on our nation as I know we deserve His judgement for legalizing murder in this way.  I pray for change.

I hope you may have seen a similar demonstration in your own cities and towns.  I know this is a National Event and maybe you can look into organizing the Life Chain in your area next year.  One thing I'm certain of is that YOU CAN make a difference in some way to choose life.  Over 45 million Americans have had their lives ended this way and that number continues to grow.  Take a stand, vote pro-life and pray to God that history will show that this generation would not stand by and watch a holocaust of our most vulnerable citizens but fought back and with God's power, undid this horrible tragedy.

our harvest

Our garden this year has been just so-so and yet, we have been able to put up a lot of different things for the winter.  Above our some of our grapes that turned into jelly this past weekend.  Below are the green beans that we picked from a friend.  They are sitting in our freezer right now. 

Sometimes I wonder if all the work is worth it, it would be easier to buy everything from the store.  I must admit though that there is a sense of satisfaction when I see the shelves filled with pickles and salsa and jelly.  When I remember the chats I shared with the kids while planting the garden, weeding the garden, picking the food, snapping the beans, squishing the grapes, shucking the corn, chopping the cucumbers, processing the pesto, (you get the idea), I realize we have built some good memories.  My kids have seen the work that goes into their food, they know what it takes to make it grow (our failed crops have taught us as well), and they can appreciate that fresh garden salsa tastes better than what comes from the store.

As is the case in many things in life, it's the process that teaches you.  It's not just about the end result.  I hope they will be able to look back on these "simpler times" in our family and see that it's not just about vacations or outings but about the time spent together, laughing and working toward a common goal. 

Now the shelves are stocked and the canning supplies are put away.  We transitioned this week to full-time home schooling.  A different type of lessons lie ahead and I hope I can see the forest for the trees.  That the process of learning is just as important (dare I say, more imporrtant?) as the information we store away.  That dates in history and names of scientific processes are not as important as the joy of discovery and the warmth of learning things together.  My prayer is that I will have more patience and give more grace this year than I have in the past.  That I will have a sparkle in my eye for my children and not a scowl.  Feel free to pray that for us as well. :)

baby time

This is our new adventure this year.  Nope, we haven't adopted again.  Not foster care either.  We've taken on a babysitting job for the school year and are treating it as a favorite school subject - child care training.  The kids love Baby L.  (who's only 2 months old right now) and only 2 weeks into this adventure, they are catching on real quick.  "He's our pretend baby brother".  Obviously, this isn't work for them, it's love and fun. :)

These are the best moments - SNUGGLES!  This particular sweetie is great at cuddling.  It's so tempting to spoil him with lots of cuddles and kisses.... so we do. :)  This is the best way to have babies, 9 hours a day with no night time feedings. 

Even the boys are getting in on this adventure.  They all understand that ALL will learn diaper changing and feeding, not a problem (as long as they are only wet and not DIRTY!).  The kids already miss him on the weekends and I have a feeling this will be strange when our "duties" are over next Summer.

Cheaper by the Dozen

It's been a busy summer - as always - but this summer Goose talked me into doing some community theater.  She loves acting and I figured that since she would be going to practice and need a ride, why not stay and act right along with her?  Well, we did accomplish some fun memories and sweet mother/daughter time BUT it was a much bigger time commitment than I bargained for. 

As you can see, Goose was one of the Gilbreth dozen named Lillian.  I was Mrs. Fitzgerald, the cook.  Both were small roles and yet still took as much time at practice as everyone else.  Our only break was in memorizing fewer lines.  Now Goose is asking to be in all kinds of plays and I'm now wiser and much slower to commit. 

be fruitful

This summer the weather has cooperated with our attempts at gardening.  This photo is a couple of weeks old so imagine it a bit more fruitful now but we have truly enjoyed God's bounty.  It's been a family affair to plow, plant and weed the garden and we get excited at the prospects of LOTS of canned salsa and pickles.  So far we've only harvested lettuce, cucumbers, jalapenos and green beans but other things are just about ready.  We even have a huge bounty of grapes waiting to ripen and we can almost taste the grape jelly (Lord willing).

We've also had other fruitfulness to be thankful for.  One of our hens decided she wanted to be a momma and gave us hints for a few weeks about it before we caught on.  Well, as we have no roosters, we had to get some fertilized eggs from a friend.  After slipping 8 little bundles of liquid chicken under the hopeful hen and waiting the standard 21 days, God has given us 7 fluffy, baby chicks.  It's so much fun to watch them together and so much easier than raising chicks under a heat lamp in our basement.  Momma hen does all the work training and protecting her clutch.

As an added blessing, these little ones helped soften the blow as a stray dog found our flock and wrecked havoc with our hens.  Weighing the amount of feathers scattered throughout the yard, we were stunned to have most of our hens survive the ordeal.  Only two of our grown hens were killed and our matriarch (that we've had since the beginning of this adventure) is sporting a bare bottom.  Poor Grandma Cluck has only 1 tail feather left and looks like someone stuck a paintbrush into her bottom like a pin cushion.   "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.  Blessed be the Name of the Lord."    Job 1:21

*Note on 7/14/11

This morning we woke up to find that momma hen and 6 of her chicks were killed by a racoon.  Somehow one lonely chick survived the massacre and it's now cheeping in our basement.  The kids had to grieve again and we had to look for things to praise God for.  Remembering Job and all that he lost, this seems small.  

always welcome

Guests are always welcome at our place and the Davidsons often take us up on that.  We used to live near each other in Bethany, MO and watch our kids grow from babies to pre-schoolers.  That ended over 6 years ago when we both moved away.  Thankfully, God has allowed us the chance to reconnect whenever they travel North through our territory.  I love that our kids still adore each other despite the time and distance and that I can get caught up chatting late into the night.  Now I know I'm WAY overdo to travel their direction.

Good to see you guys!

Jerusalem Day Camp

Our church just finished a 3 day (15 hour) program to outreach the kids attending the public summer schools in the area.  I think I heard over 50 new kids signed up to come.  We all had roles to fill and it came together beautifully as the Body of Christ worked together to show these kids a glimpse of life back in Jerusalem in Jesus' time.  We focused on Jesus final days, from his arrest to his resurrection.  In between Bible character "testimonies", the kids experienced the marketplace - from the baker, potter, seamstress, scribe, shepherds, carpenter, and other areas that applied to the time.  Despite the 95 degree heat all 3 days (whew!), it was amazing!

Here is Goose in soldier training.  The first day was archery but this time they did sword fighting and training in the obstacle course.  Definitely a highlight of the day for most of the kids.

I was the coach for this group of 4th & 5th graders.   4 of them were kids from our church and the other 5 were bused in.  God gave me some neat opportunities to love on these kids and discuss why He came to die for us.  I pray these kids were changed by what they learned.

This was the potters tent.  More than just activities, kids were told how Jesus is the Potter and molds us (the clay) for His special purposes.  It doesn't always feel good as we're being squished and squeezed into the shape He has for us but it's always more fulfilling than staying a lump of dirt. 

Above is Goose using her gift.  She has a flair for the dramatic and loves to act.  She spoke from the temple steps as Mary Magdalene, testifying to how Jesus had transformed her life and how difficult it was to watch Him die on the cross.  Of course she got to deliver the good news that morning that Jesus had risen and she had seen Him at the empty tomb.  She memorized her 5 minute talk and did excellent!  Can you tell I'm a proud momma?

Here was another highlight.  My man and his buddy, Aaron, were the Roman soliders we met every day.  They witnessed Jesus arrest in the garden, his crucifixion and were guarding his tomb at the resurrection (above).   The kids were in awe of these larger than life soldiers and their skeptics testimony of Jesus' final hours was powerful.  Not to mention, I've never seen him in a skirt!  :)  A very good week.