Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Coming soon to the new blog...

“What does that look like?”



Series of posts, or regular theme for each week - what does that look like? I think this might be the purpose of the blog, just as it says in the about. It took me long enough. LOL I have ideas about the topics:

Brokenness
Hospitality
Recover (from all kind of “isms”)
Forgiveness
Hygee
Boundaries 
Restless irritable discontent
Buried racism
Quiet and gentle spirit
Resurrecting a dead marriage
Depression
Parent of kids with mental illness
Homeschooling
Worship
Changing churches
Uncomfortable in own skin
Changing a life style for health and weight
Gardening
Self sufficiency
Growing herbs
Grandparent game
Traveling
Vacationing
Moving
Renovations
4th step inventory
Life inventory
Organization
Enjoying and embracing the holidays

Let the blogging begin!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The Heart Condition

Lately, I’ve been struggling (an understatement) with my emotions. There are many reasons why I may be experiencing these struggles; the hormonal turmoil that menopause brings would be at the top of the list, the fact that I’ve always been a rather high-strung emotional type personality in the first place could be another, and life - just plain old life.

Let me begin by saying right up front, I have a very good life. Better than most I would say; privileged even. I have been privileged to be a full time, stay-at-home mom while raising our five kids, and now am enjoying the privilege of being a full time stay-at-home wife and grandmother even though our youngest is in her last year of high school. I say this because it’s important to note (important to me anyway) that I am well aware that my problems are ridiculously trivial compared to those many other people face, and that makes the fact of what I’m experiencing all the more painful and difficult to confess, because God knows there are far bigger problems in the world and it seems so selfish to be focusing on my own stuff. What’s weird, is when I try to break down what the “stuff” actually is so I can start working on possible solutions, is that there aren’t any real problems. Nothing that should have this effect on my heart-itude. But unless I deal honestly with what’s going on with me, I won’t be able to get out of my own head and move toward being helpful to others. I know I am not alone in feeling this way. So this is for anyone else who might also be hurting and looking for some encouragement.

You know the old adage about mama being happy, right? It goes - “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy." I don’t know about you, but that puts an awfully heavy burden on my shoulders to always be happy, cheerful and stable. The problem is, I’m not always those things. Honestly, most of the time I was, until recently. I think it might make it even harder for the people around us to deal with our moods if they are used to an especially chipper wife and mama. It also makes it harder on us to admit that we are feeling some of these things with no plausible explanation or immediate solution. Sometimes, it’s a matter of figuring out if there are real problems with practical solutions mingled in that emotional fog, then dealing with them and getting them out of the way so we can move on to the rest. Sometimes, it’s just the enemy’s way of distracting us, especially if we have been on the cusp of a significant spiritual awakening of sorts - for ourselves or for those within our sphere of influence.

It’s important for us to remember that people, especially our children (of any age) are watching us, learning from our example of how we cope with these periods in our life. It is true that our actions speak louder than words, but words speak pretty loudly. We need to guard both diligently.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it” 

Proverbs 4:23 NLT

“What you say can preserve life or destroy it; 

so you must accept the consequences of your words.”

Proverbs 18:21 GW


Notes in my study bible say that in the Old Testament, the heart represents the center of emotions, thinking, and reasoning. The heart is crucial in the battle between wisdom and foolishness, between righteousness and evil. (NLT Illustrated study bible pg. 1104) Emphasis mine*

During my morning pondering about what this day would bring, whether it would be the continuation of my bad mood - aka - restless, irritable and discontent, or the more level-hearted person we all enjoy, I recalled a version of the Screw Tape Letters for Moms. I was reminded how insidious the enemy is and how simple his attack can be and still be exceedingly effective. 

So that begs the question; how is my spiritual condition? What is the condition of my heart? What am I allowing to control my emotions? I realize I have not been practicing good boundaries, which help maintain a healthy attitude. What struggles are mine to own? What struggles are not? Who am I trying to please? Is it God, or is it the people who I dearly love and whose happiness I want to contribute to but have no control over? Have I started to feel responsible for their happiness again? Have I started to believe that they are somehow responsible for my happiness? These are hard lessons I’ve already had to learn from my years in recovery from co-dependency. Is it time for a refresher course?

How important are the things that annoy me daily? Am I allowing the accumulation of small frustrations to make me feel defeated rather than viewing them as opportunities for growth - or more simply what they actually are - mere frustrations? Do the words that flow from my mouth or the thoughts that ruminate in my mind represent life or death? Are they encouraging or full of frustration, despair and hopelessness? Remember, what flows from our mouths finds its origin in our hearts.

“We destroy every proud obstacle that keeps people from knowing God. We capture their rebellious thoughts and teach them to obey Christ” 

2 Corinthians 10:5 NLT


“The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful, a puzzle no one can figure out .”

Jeremiah 17:9 MSG

If I am relying on my own to guard and guide my heart, I will fail. Unlike many wise saying, the one that encourages us to “follow our hearts” is not wisdom. We should ask God to guard and guide them for us.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding” 

Proverbs 3:5


“My son, give me your heart and let your eyes delight in my way.” 

Proverbs 23:26

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” 

Psalm 73:26

There are so many times in scripture that we are instructed to seek God for our hearts’ condition. This is where I am starting today to find my help. Not in the people around me, although they are a wonderful, loving support system and have the best of intentions. Not in accomplishing the list of things-to-do, regardless of how much a part of my (mostly welcome) responsibility as wife, mother, and homemaker they may be; not the acts of work and good things I want to do as a friend and neighbor, not even the list of routine, spiritual exercises I do to maintain my daily spiritual condition; just God. Just waiting quietly for God to guide my heart, clear the fog and reveal himself to me as my Father; the one who is close to the broken-hearted and rescues those whose spirits are crushed. (Psalm 34:18)

“Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.” 

Psalm 139:23-24

We know there is an on-going invisible battle being fought on our behalf. Getting the spiritual foundation right empowers us to withstand the visible battles in very practical ways.

Hang in there, and remember to go back to the basics. Give yourself a break, and remember we don’t have to have all the answers, we don’t have to be strong for everyone around us. Just put one foot in front of the other, surrender and trust God to guide and guard your precious heart.




Friday, October 12, 2018

MP thoughts to share...


Why do so many bloggers not date their posts? I suspect it is because they don’t want infrequent visitors to realize they haven’t posted for weeks... or months... :-(

I prefer to be transparent and clear about my posts, so I will continue to date mine. It appears that there are a few things that I prefer to do differently than many/most bloggers today. Many of those differences are probably driven by the fact that I’m not particularly interested in making money from the blog. At least not the primary, personal blog. It’s just me, sharing stuff about my life, our stories, lessons learned, funny things that happen along the way. I can fully see that at some point I might want a blog or website that is a source of revenue. I really would love to help enable John to retire or at the very least change jobs sooner rather than later.

Choosing not to date the posts, having a myriad of pop-ups, which kinda annoys me because they assume that every visitor will want to subscribe, not posting because they are too busy trying to make said money on other platforms and are just using the blog to drive traffic to it, having monetized it so much that you can barely get to the content - these are just a few of the things I do and will continue to do differently on this blog.  I know that these techniques come from the marketing gurus that bloggers seek out to help build blogs that do make money. As I said, I’m just not in it for the money. Which leads me to ask myself, why am I in it? Who exactly is the target audience, and why isn’t it important to me to have an income from the content? I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now - who is my audience? I get side-tracked quite often because I have never really nailed this. I’m not a professional, and I don’t (currently) have anything to sell anyone. I do want to be a source of gentle evangelization, and when I say gentle, I want to be approachable to those who otherwise would never even consider reading something because their immediate impression is that there is no room for unbelievers or those questioning, seeking. I’d rather those who don’t know Jesus come here looking and get to know me better without preconceived notions about who I am. That’s not to say I am ashamed - I am not. It’s not to say I don’t want to boldly preach - I am not called to preach at all. I have been called to love others with hospitality - food for their hungry tummies, and a place they can visit and feel welcome and cared for, and words of encouragement that whatever crazy stuff is going on in their lives, they are not alone. They are not alone in the fact that God their Father is always present and always wanting to provide the very best for them, and not alone in the fact that nothing is new under the sun. Whatever life has thrown at them, be it good, bad, ugly, beautiful - they are not alone. Someone out there has or is experiencing the same or similar things and there is comfort and joy in sharing with others who understand. We somehow are able to accept our stuff easier when we know we are not alone.

So, who is my target audience? I guess I would say people like me, sort of. When I say people like me, I don’t necessarily mean people with the same background or same current life situations. I mean people experiencing similar challenges and joys who are just looking to hear from someone else in the same boat, or on the same lake at least. I mean, I guess it would most likely be someone who shares at least some of these things in common. If I used the same system to clarify the audience as bloggers does I would do something like this: (note: interestingly, I see a wrench in this system because of a statement written above...) Women>Wife>Mother>Grandmother>Christian>writer, cook, gardener, lover of good coffee, food and wine, reader, friend, walker, nature lover, homemaker... You get the idea. The wrench in the system? You might have already discovered it. In my life, I would always, always strive for Christian to come first in that list. However, to reach those who may otherwise be unreachable, I didn’t put it first because I would want them to get to know me first as these other things, and maybe see how much we are alike before they decide we couldn’t possibly have anything in common. I assure you, we probably have more in common that you could imagine.


It’s Friday, and I’m taking the day “off” - LOL. I’ll continue to consider these things and come back soon!

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Oh October, I’ve been waiting for you

It’s 6:53 am. The doors and windows are open, it’s pretty breezy out and I can hear my wind chime clanging gently. I have a candle burning near me on the kitchen table where I spend my early mornings. John has gone to work, in the dark, and Rachel is still asleep in her room. This feels like the start of a good day.

I completed my morning readings - the Bible, the plan I chose on the Bible app, Language of Letting Go (both of them), and did a little Morning Page style writing on the other blog. I’m not planning to walk today because I have company coming later this morning - probably around lunch time, and bible study tonight so there is cooking to be done. I won’t have time for all that if I take the hour plus to go walk. Oh and btw, I have to be home to get Rachel to her class. That’s beginning to get a little annoying. I don’t mind transporting her when I have nothing else I’d like to do, but, for instance, this Friday I would have liked to maybe go to St Louis for an artist’s date. I wouldn’t be able to do that unless we/she arranged for a ride home from class. I guess that would be possible. It doesn’t matter anyway for this week, because Christina will be here and we have decided the Abbey for some serious writing time would be good. I need some of that time...

I totally digresssssss....

Today, I will live with my pain and frustration by dealing with my own feelings.

It has usually been helpful to me if I am able to name what I am feeling. The only pain I am experiencing is the physical aches I believe are due mostly to gaining weight back. My feet are not in too bad of shape, my hips on the other hand are giving me some challenges. I don’t usually let it slow me down, but I definitely have slowed down. Part of it I do believe is just age, I’ve finally crossed over a threshold that finds me with less energy and enthusiasm than I’ve enjoyed in previous years. But I think the real culprit driving my sour moods is my level of frustration. 

My perspective in regards to the house have changed drastically, and I am always so very grateful for unanswered prayers. I’m filled with gratitude for a God who knows what is best for me and refuses to give in to my whining and give me less than the best. We would be living on a big ol’ plot of land that no one could tend to and probably with a huge mortgage that would be holding us captive from the things we really want to do, and looking to sell it. Or, we would be in another house somewhere realizing that the grass isn’t usually greener on the other side and still be saddled with a massive mortgage. No thank you very much. I still dont’ know exactly what God has planned in the area of our living arrangement; maybe stay here or maybe not. We won’t know until we know. But for now, I do know that we are called to make the very best of what we have. And I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m a bit relieved by it. I can embrace the basics, I’ve always found a certain extra joy in getting back to the basics of homemaking and family. This time, however, the basics seem to be alluding me. And that is the source of my frustration I believe.

I get in my head and go round and round in this vicious cycle of thinking - and I can’t seem to get off the merry-go-round. I’m absolutely willing to ask for help at this point. But I’m not even sure what kind of help will be most helpful - see what I did there. LOL

So, it’s later in the day now and I’ve come back to finish up this post. It was, indeed, a good day. By he end of the day after we’d said good-bye to our friends and prep started for bible study, my body was in pain and I was very tired, exhausted to be honest. I realized that I should not plan to have this kind of day again. If we are meeting up with friends it will have to be on a different day than bible study, or we need to meet out so I am not on my feet preparing food. Now if you know me, you know I’m not complaining about the issue of preparing food. I love to cook and love people through their tummies - remember, it’s my love language. What I am saying is I asked God to show me the lesson, and He most certainly did. I am 20 days away from 54 years old. I have truly crossed that threshold I spoke of earlier. I can still do things I enjoy; I will have to learn new rhythms so I protect my health and well being. For example, I’m not saying I cannot prepare said meal at home for friends. I’m saying I shouldn’t do both two gatherings in a single day. Break up the work a bit and pace myself.

I remember how I enjoyed and benefited so much from working through the 4th step of Al-anon. I learned so much about myself; I learned to really love and accept myself for who I really am. I leaned to be honest about who I am, especially with myself. It was freeing - liberating. I think looking deeper into how I can created a new rhythm for this new season could have the same affect.

Tomorrow is my ‘off’ day. I hope to sit in a favorite local coffee shop and do some work, some writing. Then it’s off to pick pumpkins with my precious family, and home to a back yard fire. The weather is perfect for it all!

Happy October, Happy Fall!!






Monday, October 1, 2018

Legacy




















It’s 5:57 am according to my Fitbit and all other electronics :-) I didn’t get up at 4:30 when the first alarm went off, that happening less and less these days. But I’m up now, and I have some thing I want to write before I forget!!

We can all make plans, and have expectations or hope that things will go the way we intended, but to be honest I’m starting to believe that we really should hope that things won’t go the way we intend and just let go, step aside, and see what God does. Because when we do - I’m telling you the results are so much better than we could ever have imagined.

At church yesterday, one of the things we were asked to do was to think about our hopes and dreams for ourselves; like lifetime hopes and dream. What is it that in our lifetime we hope to accomplish or dreams that if things were to turn out just right, what would it look like? You know it could be a career achievement, a particular place to live, climbing a mountain, traveling to a particular place - it could be so many things. I pondered what that would be for me; it would for sure be that every single one of our kids and their spouses would experience for a lifetime, a deep and abiding relationship with God. The kind of relationship that keeps them filled with abundant joy and radically grows their faith and hope. I want to leave our children a holy legacy of faith. That is my hope and dream for myself -  for John and me as parents. That’s it. If nothing else that I come up with in my little pea brain for creativity or goals ever comes to fruition, if that one hope and dream will be the thing - I will die believing I have done well, that the thing I left behind will be worthwhile.

We were also encouraged to consider this for our community - that’s another blog post - but one that I really should consider for a while and write so I know my goals, and how to work toward them.

What happened after church was a moment that I want to tuck away in my heart and hold on to, and come back to often as a reminder of just how incredibly wonderful our life is, and what a good and generous, loving, Father we have. After working out a tough schedule for as many people to go apple picking together as we could, we landed on Sunday after church. When church was over people were asking what are we doing? Are we going straight to Eckert’s or what? Everyone was hungry. Time constraints really were an issue for a couple of people and financial issues as well. So I suggested we all just run by the house, grab something to eat quickly and then head on down to the orchard. That seemed to go over well. On the way, Rachel asked what the plan was so I told her we were all going to the house, eating everything in sight, and then going on to the orchard. As a side note, she suggested Brauetigums rather than Eckerts, which we did end up doing.

We arrived and the other kids had already started making sandwiches and brats and whatever they could find for themselves. We just jumped in and did the same. Everyone made their own food, and claimed a spot to sit and eat quickly. But in those moments, I looked around me at the beautiful crowd of faces, and I felt like heaven had come down to visit our home. All of our kids, and all but one of the son-in-loves, and all the grandchildren were present. There were lively conversations, and nursing moms and babes, and boisterous kids. I was steeped in the people I love. Those moments, though they were brief, reminded me of my priorities. I was also reminded that I couldn’t have choreographed that scene if I had tried. God is the great creator, and he knows my heart so very intimately. He knows how to show his love in a way that I can receive it and recognize it.

I will hold on to that for as long as I can and hope that I will have eyes to recognize the next encounter that he provides. I feel his favor, and relish the joy.

Thank you Father God.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Construction nearing completion...

I think I might have figured something out. It’s important, at least to me :-)

I have been obsessing over getting some things done in and around our house. I’ve ridden the pendulum as it swung from one extreme to the other regarding doing major renovations, moving, minor renovations, etc.  I’ve made myself crazy, and I’m pretty sure anyone within hearing range of me has also been driven crazy with my incessant blithering on about the whole thing. I’m sorry people, I really am. Thanks for sticking it out with me ❤️

Now that things are settling down a bit in the old homestead, I was thinking that I’d be able to jump right in there and get some stuff done. Some cleaning, rearranging that needed to be done, little more de-cluttering, getting our garage cleaned out enough that it’s reasonable and at least one of us could park our car in there... is this really too much to ask?  As I rolled out of bed much later than I like, which seems to be the new norm these days much to my chagrin, I forecasted a day of possibility for some of that work. Then I started down the stairs... and the realization hit me like a bucket of cold water to the face. It’s not that I’m obsessing because I want these things to be done, I’m obsessing because they need to be done. I’ll turn 54 at the end of October, and I’m really starting to feel that fact in my body. There are things that I no longer want to do, and things I no longer am able to do. Rearranging entire rooms constantly is certainly one of them. I’m not as strong as I once was, I don’t have the endurance I once enjoyed. It used to be I could hit the floor running first thing in the morning and I was still getting things accomplished well into the evening, before falling flat on my face in bed. As hard as I try to re-discover that girl, I think she might not be making a comeback.

I watched my neighbor a couple of years ago as she completely simplified her backyard. She tore out her garden, flowers, fruit bushes, the fence, anything that would require regular maintenance beyond mowing. She had enjoyed her backyard garden as passionately as I had. When I asked her why she had decided to take it all out, she explained that she had recently been diagnosed with an illness that would eventually prevent her from doing the amount of work that the garden required. She was preparing ahead of time to take care of herself. At that point, she was still able to do the work, but she knew that she would not be able to at some point in the future and wanted to simplify while she could. It finally occurred to me this morning, this is what I’ve been feeling - an urgency to set myself and our home up for the next season while I’m still able to do so.

I used to enjoy the actual process of rearranging and organizing as much as the results; it was somewhat cathartic. Now just the idea of the amount of work to achieve the results I’m striving for overwhelms me a bit. In this next season, there are people I want to spend much more “care-free timelessness” with.  I no longer want to spend my time and effort in the process of “making a home”, I want to enjoy the home that we have made with the people we love. I still enjoy most of the work to maintain our home, but my hope is that the construction of the home be complete.

Does that make sense to anyone else?


Friday, September 14, 2018

Wake up, what were you thinking?

Who were you, and where did you go?

There was an article I shared on Facebook a few weeks ago entitled, "To the Woman Who Hasn't Been Herself in a While":



To the woman who hasn’t been herself for a while
Stay hopeful…
That your spark will reignite soon.
That this weight will heave itself from your tired shoulders, soon.
That you’ll recognise the girl in the mirror again someday. 
Soon.
Don’t let the fear rise up and engulf you in the middle of the night anymore. It’s not real. It’s a lie and it’s keeping you down.
This will pass.
You, you’re still in there.
Hang on.
The thing is, my friend. Life can be heavy, it can be draining and sometimes it can feel like you’re the only one getting it all wrong.
You’re not. 
You really aren’t.
Look around any room and I promise you everyone you see, has felt the same way before, or will someday in the future.
And it will pass.
You’ll be back.
To the girl who hasn’t been herself for a while.
Don’t worry.
This is just a chapter not your whole story.
Never believe otherwise.

I shared it and it got only a few "reactions", but what surprised me is a few days later when Mandie told me she didn't know I was feeling that way. Really? I thought my family was missing her (me) even more, but if they were, they apparently weren't really aware of it.

There was a day somewhere between the day I shared that post and the point at which I felt myself return. It was a glimpse of the woman I remembered, and it gave me hope and took me aback at the same time. It wasn't my imagination that I had not been feeling like myself lately. How long had it been since I actually felt like myself? I can't pinpoint an exact day or week, but I know the season in which it started to happen. It was a season that I will compare to a long, gradual, uphill path that you walk and don't recognize the additional effort required because it is so gradual. A little stress here, a little stress there, a little emotional challenge over there, worry all around... it boils up around you while you try to carry on your normal day-to-day stuff. I wrote about spiritual erosion in my blog - this would be more like emotional and mental erosion, and I don't think it's an accident that they tend to occur concurrently.

We are spiritual beings. We have physical bodies and brains for thinking and making choices, but they are connected, intertwined in a way that we can't separate these aspects of ourselves even if and when we try. We were created this way, and if we don't recognize it and live in that truth, we just create a lot more trouble for ourselves than need be.

And then one day last week or the week before, I don't remember exactly the day, but I think I could nail it if I tried a little, I was me. Something changed and I felt as though I had returned to my body and my mind and my heart and my spirit were reunited. Hope awakened, and I could see possibilities again. I am thankful, and also a little sad, because the shadow of me that was acting on my behalf was thinking and feeling things that I don't fully understand... how awful it feels to know that these are the last days that I will see that little boy first thing in the morning, and hear the sweet boyish gurgle as he grins and giggles, and holding him as one of my first acts of the day, I'll feel his smile as much as I see it.

It is probably the last time one of my grown children will return to live in our home for a time, and bring their struggles and their joys with them. Somehow that makes me sad, and at the same time glad, because I know that it means they are doing well on their own. Effort will have to be made to enjoy time together. The woman who held my spot while I was absent? I'm not sure she was up to the effort, but I am. I'm glad I returned just in time.



Tuesday, September 11, 2018

So many things to choose from

I need a brainstorming session, or a flow chart. My mind is swimming in things I want to do in the next few months, and I’m having a hard time filing them in order in my brain. I’m afraid I’ll forget all of them and then none of them will get done! Help!!

There are herbs to clip for starts for winter...

There will be re-arranging to be done once the kids get moved into their new apartment and settled!

There is de-cluttering, re-organizing, and re-envisioning to be done...

Painting, cleaning (obviously not in that order), repairs, maintenance long overdue...

Menu planning, food prep, downsizing in so many ways...

Yard work, garage work, basement work, every.single.room.in.the.house.work...

Plans to look forward to for the next season - both climate and life seasons :-)

I am actually looking forward to winter this year. I’ve decided to embrace it and dive deeply into hygee...

Bunco, anchor days, cooking days, Mastermind, blogging, painting... oh this list is getting longer and longer!

I did something really fun today! I went shopping with Sarah for dress up clothes for the kids. Since it’s getting close to Halloween, Once Upon a Child had tons of costumes available - - - -  oh so many adorable costumes.  Grammy’s house will never be quite the same!!!

It was a good day. Hold on to it :-)

Monday, September 10, 2018

Herbs, in Winter?




Yes, you can grow herbs through the winter! If you have a window sill in your kitchen or some space near a southern facing window or sliding glass door in your basement, you can grow herbs during the cold months of winter. You could actually do it even just using grow lights. But that might be another post, because I'm just starting out on this adventure for the second year and I haven't used the lights yet. I might this winter...

Last year I moved some of the herbs inside that I had growing in containers. As the cold weather approached and they still looked fairly hardy I hated to just let them die in the bitter cold (and to see them go to waste!) I knew it could be done, I just wasn't sure it could be done by ME! LOL They actually did really well, and I even was able to move them back outdoors in the Spring when it warmed up enough. Some of those may even be candidates for coming back in again.

There are so many herbs and some of the most popular ones are good choices for growing indoors. Parsley, rosemary, thyme, and basil are among the easiest and most popular for cooking with in my kitchen.

If you have them growing already outdoors in containers, just plan to bring them in and give them some extra TLC while they adjust to the change in light, temperature and humidity. They need well drained soil so make sure your container has holes for drainage in the bottom and place something under it to catch the runoff in a way that prevents the roots of the plant from sitting in water for long periods, and protects your floors and/or table surfaces from water damage. Make sure you watch for pesky little bugs that may hitch a ride indoors! They can wreak havoc on your plants and they aren't much fun to have indoors.

I'm fairly certain that most of the nurseries and big box stores have long ago put away all seeds and gardening supplies, but you might be able to find some available late in summer - give it a try. But if you're like me, you have a stash of seeds lying around somewhere that you had hoped to get in the ground in this past Spring (and didn't). All you need are some containers (if they don't already have them, make sure to drill holes in them before you start filling them up with soil), garden soil and/or other appropriate growing medium, and your choice of seeds, plants starts, or cuttings for propagating.

I could walk you through doing this, but there are so many great sites that have already done it. I'm just going to point you in their direction!! No point in re-creating the wheel, right?

Heres a good one to start with:  Grow a Good Life

Let me know if you decide to try it and how it goes!!












Thursday, September 6, 2018

Anchor Day

When I began my attempts to gather my daughters together, it was my way of encouraging them to begin leaning on one another, supporting one another. I wanted them to realize that their greatest encouragers were their own sisters, and to begin intentionally to nurture those friendships.

I seem to always look for ways to label or name such ideas, and when I thought of my goal for those days and times, it was an anchor I envisioned. It is no mistake that the Bible often refers to an anchor and the word I chose relates to that idea. I want them to be an anchor for each other, but I also very much want them to come to view  their shared faith, hope in God as their anchor, just as scripture says.

An anchor is something that provides a firm foundation and security. In scripture, the term anchor is used metaphorically to represent God and Faith - that which keeps us steadfast and give us hope during the trials and storms of life. Hebrews 6 tells us that it is our hope that is the anchor for our soul.

More than anything, I want to help nurture their faith and hope so that they will not fear during the storms life will surely bring their way. I want them to see their faith as an integral part of who they are, part of their very ordinary, daily life - in practical ways.

I'm not sure if anchor days will become a regular part of our routine, but whenever it is will surely be a blessing to us all.