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Monday, December 28, 2009

I love this dogwood skirt

Finished up another skirt today.  Tempted to keep this one!  It's for sale at my Etsy store, for those interested. 






In-the-fire attitude

Transparency time.

You know those stories you read about people who have gone through hardship and come out on the other side victorious and praising Yahweh? This isn't one of those stories.

No, this is one of those stories about ME, stumbling around in the MIDST of the hardship, believing there is another side and praying for strength to make it through.

This morning I am a fretful, discontent, grumpy, whining wretch. All I've been able to think about is money and how tight things are. I've been pouting that Bobby isn't making very much money and has to drive so far to work. I'm upset that he's planning on sleeping in his truck in this bitter cold weather because we can't afford to drive back and forth, but there's no other work to be had. I've been fretting over how to cut expenses and complaining in my heart that we have to cut things out that the common American takes for granted. Mom's been helping get my tax info ready and there's a chance that not only will we not get the $3,000 - $5,000 that we usually get from earned income credit, we might actually have to PAY IN, because we've not earned very much this year (what do you call far below poverty level?) and the self employment tax racket is killing us. "Maybe we should go back on food stamps?" I wonder. "We'll never get out of debt this way." Whine whine.

I severely reprimanded myself for comparing our family to others. Or at least, if I'm going to compare I should compare with the large percentage of the world less fortunate than us. Do we have a roof over our heads? Are we warm? Do we eat three square meals a day? Yes, yes, and yes! And then some! The list is huge! And what does it matter how much we earned as long as our needs are provided for? Shouldn't I be pleased that we live so simply, so frugally? I have sooooo much to be thankful for that I have absolutely no reason to pout, but I wanted to share for the record that I have been (in the hopes of encouraging others). I have had a rotten attitude and, of course, put some of that onto my spouse and made HIM feel bad.

Some scriptures come to mind...

Pro 31 - She shall do him good, not evil, all the days of her life...

Ps 37 - Rest in Yahweh and wait patiently for him... Do not fret, it leads only to evildoing... better is the little of the righteous than the abundance of many wicked... I have been young and now I am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his descendants begging bread.

Always, always, I come back to this passage, which has been my prayer for quite some time:
Pro 30:7-9 - Two things I asked of Thee, do not refuse me before I die: keep deception and lies far from me, give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is my portion, lest I be full and deny Thee saying, "Who is Yahweh?" Or lest I be in want and steal; and profane the name of my Elohim.

I remembered that this morning and read it over and over, weeping, trying to come to terms with it, horrified at my hard heart. He has answered my prayer and yet I have been angry at him for it! I went upon my knees and expressed my gratitude to Yahweh for keeping me close to him, for stretching me, for refining me. In all honesty I am closer to him when my pocketbook is pinched than when I have an abundance. That's why I pray that prayer! He knows me. He knows what I need. (I suspect it's in the book because that's what we all need.)  It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, though. Doesn't mean it's easy. But what a sweetness to know that when I am crushed and clinging to him, I am just where I'm suppose to be. I come to the end of myself and find him.

The trial isn't over. I don't reckon it will be for some 50+ years or so ("there remains therefore a Sabbath rest for the people of Elohim," Heb 4:9, "Let us labor to enter in" vs 11), but if I can just stay in that place right there... on my knees, clinging to him, then I think I can make it through anything.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Who put that food on your plate?

Just watched, and enjoyed, Food Inc.  Thought it was a rather well done film.  I've seen some that really ignored or twisted facts, but this one seemed pretty balanced.  Well, apparently Monsanto declined being interviewed so we didn't exactly get to see things from their point of view.  {wink}

Here's a nice list I found of environmental and food related films to look out for if you liked what you saw in Food Inc.

I have to say that although I agreed with mostly everything in Food Inc, and none of the information was really new to me... I was convicted.  More importantly, Bobby was convicted!  We had quite a hard time sitting down to a Tyson roast chicken afterward.  We managed with prayer and thanksgiving.

Meat has been the one product we hadn't really looked into yet (knowing what we would find and knowing we can only take baby steps right now).  I think I can safely say we will be shopping at family friendly farms from now on.  (Joel Salatin's "Pigness of the pig" cracked us up!  We agree with Salatin's idea of a pig's primary purpose - rooting/composting - but we take it further and say that Yahweh never intended it for food!)  I'm pleased to have turned up so many local options with just a quick search.  We'll be checked into these nearby farms in the next few weeks for beef, poultry and milk (for the 2-3 months our goats are dry):
Franciscan Family Farms
Family Friendly Farm
Hoye Brothers Farm

And we're seriously looking into acquiring a family milk cow.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Birthday Party

By John & Marlys Hardcastle



WIFE TO HUSBAND: Darling! I have decided to have a big birthday party for you!



HUSBAND: Wonderful!



WIFE: On December 25th.



HUSBAND: That's not my birthday.



WIFE: I know, I know, but we'll just SAY it's your birthday.



HUSBAND: That's your ex-boy friend's birthday!



WIFE: That's okay, I have decided to call it your birthday.



HUSBAND: No, its not okay. Why don't you just pick any day that is NOT your ex-boy friend's birthday? Aren't you interested in what is true? In what is pleasing to me? Even enough to find out my real birth date?



WIFE: Now, now, don't get upset. I have decided that we'll just SAY it is your birthday. I've sent out the invitations and everybody is doing it so that makes it okay.



HUSBAND: It does?



WIFE: Yes, and you wouldn't want me to change the date and inconvenience anyone. I have decided it is okay.



HUSBAND: You've decided. I would be pleased if you would just take my hand and follow me and spend a few moments with me.



WIFE: Later, later. No time now. I have invited ALL the family. My Father and Mother and Uncle Bill and Cousin Betty and Ernie and all the kids and grandkids and, Oh, the children will love it! We'll do it for the children!They deserve it!



HUSBAND: For the children. I see, a day to exalt family...and you call it my birthday. Makes me think you love family more than me.



WIFE: Oh, you'll love it, too, I have decided. And we'll all give gifts to each other.



HUSBAND: This is supposed to be MY birthday? Yet you give gifts to others? Why?



WIFE: And I'll decorate the house...red ribbons and bows and...



HUSBAND: Red? Red is your ex-boyfriend's favorite color! I like blue and green. Blue skies, blue seas, green grass, trees, birds...



WIFE: Oh, I'm putting up a green tree decorated with gold and silver ball sand we'll put gifts under it!



HUSBAND: Like the idolaters throughout history....every green tree... That is idolatry.



WIFE: And I'll have to buy gifts and do lots of shopping and...



HUSBAND: ...so the God of Mammon will get his.



WIFE: It will be worth it! I'll decorate and bake cookies and fruitcake and..



HUSBAND: Sounds like you'll be really busy. Come away my beloved and spend a little time with me...a walk by the river, a...



WIFE: Later, darling. I'll be busy, but you'll love it...I've decided. The hustle, the bustle...oh, yes, and I've decided to have a nice baked ham...



HUSBAND: Charred swine's flesh! On what you SAY is my birthday and is not!Who is in charge here? Why do you just do YOUR THING and assume that I will put my stamp of approval on it? If you love me, why do you not DO the things that I say? Why do you not do things MY WAY? You don't even KNOW me! I suppose the next thing you'll do is dress your ex-boyfriend in a red suit and have him drop down the chimney!



WIFE: Uhhhh...

Saturday, December 19, 2009

How Does Yahweh Celebrate Christmas?

So you read this article about the pagin origins of Christmas.  Maybe you knew all of it, maybe you didn't.

So what, right?  That was so long ago and it doesn't mean that to us today.  Well, why don'tcha have a read through this article for a fresh perspective on what our heavenly Father thinks of our Christmas celebration.

Our first snow of the season!

I'm not postin' pictures.  It's too pathetic.  (Trish would laugh at me.)  As Royal (almost 3yrs) said when he came down this morning.  "It's not all all snow, just plumps of it."

But, snow it is, and for it I am thankful.  Still envious of my brother who got caught in a blizzard as he was driving to Omaha, Nebraska last week.  The same blizzard Kim anticipated as her family was ready to head from Nebraska to Tennessee.   Could someone at least bring me a snowcone?  Throw a snowball my direction?   Ahh... a Missourian I am and probably always will be, but it wasn't always so and that Vermont blood runs frostily through my veins.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

My very first car accident

After nearly 12 years behind the wheel without a ticket (though that policeman should have written me one for going 45 in a 35 when he stopped me this summer) or a mishap, I had my first car accident today.  Gosh, I feel awful about it!   I scratched a lady's bumper in the grocery store parking lot.  Don't laugh!  I felt sick to my stomach as soon as I realized what that sound was! A man saw me do it and the look on his face was dreadful... he was ready to chase me down, I think, though I was only pulling around to park the van again, so I could check out the damage and wait for the owner.  She came out as I was pulling up and he was so happy to tell her, with dirty looks and wild hand gestures, what I had done. 

With a quick prayer I climbed meekly out of the van.  The owner was pretty upset.  There's nothing like the glare of an older woman! Why is everyone so ready to get all irrate at people? We had to go in the store to call the police to file a report and so I had to unload all the kids again... she softened a little at that point, I think. I was meek and sooo apologetic and made friendly conversation. Why did I have to scratch a nice car? Why couldn't it have been one of the old beat-up wagons or trucks, whose owner wouldn't have cared?  Oh well. It was humbling.  I think she forgives me, but I'll always feel soooooo wretched, remembering the look on her face and the face of that man.  I think I'll find out where she lives and we'll bake her some cookies or bread or something.

From now on, if I ever leave the house by vehicle again, I'm parking my '94 Chevy Beast on the outskirts of the lot.

My Etsy Sewing Thrill

I love to sew.  It's a wonder I have time for it, but it's one of my favorite things to do.  Years ago I started sewing up skirts with unique applique, some for myself and some as gifts.  I frequently received compliments on them when I was out and in the last couple years have even had ladies request them, purchasing them as gifts for thier friends. 

Early this summer the local fabric store went out of business and my spouse let me purchase a goodly amount for winter sewing.  The idea was to make up some skirts to sell.  Although my back has prevented me from being at the machine alot, I've been able to get a couple skirts sewn.  I'd heard of Etsy, so I checked it out and it seemed like a decent sort of place (with not too much competition for what I have in mind), so I opened shop.

With fear and trembling (can you say perfectionist?) I gingerly priced and placed this paisley piece


 and sold it within minutes to a lovely gal in New Zealand.  Whoa.  No kidding? No kidding.  I cried.  Seriously.  Bobby said, "Well, looks like we'd better get sewing!"  Remember, rough winter, no work, etc...

When he's not working (which, halleluYah, he has been!) he helps me iron and cut and do the basic sewing.  (I'm so pleased that he's manly enough not to have a complex about this!)  Farra and Atira help, too.  I do the finishing and applique and/or patchwork.  Now he has some work, so I'm sewing as I'm able.  Family and home always come first.

So, check it out here, if you like.  You can also find the link on the sidebar.  I hope to sew some schnazzy baby carrier type wraps to sell, also. 

Here's the newest skirt, modeled by the lovely Farra. 



Good photos are important and though I've taken lots of photos of my work in the past, I've had to really put some thought into that end of it.  Good thing I enjoy photography, too, eh?

Monday, December 14, 2009

Turning fire-belching dragons into knights

Raising respectable young men by being a respectable lady...?   I enjoyed this article and thought you all might, too.

About food; shopping and cooking

Thought I'd share a little bit about our food systems. We've gone through quite a transformation, the last couple years in particular.

It's a wonder we are where we are now with our eating habits, considering we were on food stamps for the last six years (we gave them up a couple months ago, determining to trust our Father for our provision - while acknowledging that that was his provision for season). They always gave us well more than we needed and we could easily have lived entirely on convenience foods. I won't lie, we did consume a lot of prepared/frozen dishes. And still had enough left that we often bought groceries for others (though we weren't supposed to). Anyway, like I said, it's a wonder I learned (or even desired) to cook wholesome, inexpensive meals for my family.


About a year ago we began to feel it was time to get off food stamps. We began to really cut back on the convenience foods and stock up on non-perishable staples. We had started grinding our own grain (with our Nutrimill, which quickly paid for itself) and buying staples in bulk, as well as shopping and scratch & dent food stores (even cheaper than ALDI's).


I can't say enough for buying in bulk! I realize it's hard for some of you (and will be harder for us now) to spend much money all at once. But I intend to make it happen somehow. We save so much money just by not having to run to the store every week. Bobby will pick up an item or two for me on his way home for work, otherwise I really only shop about once a month. It saves on gas and saves on impulse buying. One month I might buy extra baking items, another trip I'll stock up on canned goods. Make it work for you!


You can find room in your house to store extra food. We started with a couple shelves in the laundry room for the overflow. I ended up getting rid of a bunch of kitchen gadgets I don't use (I hate things that only serve one purpose. The hot-air popcorn popper is an example. It's so much tastier popped on the stove and I use the pot for other things! And we regained valuable space when the dishwasher died) and installing some extra shelves in the pantry (well, Bobby did it for me) and now there's not much I can't store right in the kitchen. If you can buy food in bulk packaging it helps a lot. Packaging takes up so much space! We save space by not buying boxed cereal, for instance. We decided it's a) expensive, b) space-hogging, and c) bad for you (yes, even the granola type stuff). We haven't yet found a hook-up for bulk pasta, but when we buy a several of boxes we dump them into one plastic container and burn the boxes. (There, we save on our trash bill, too.)


We buy grains in bulk (25 and 50 pound bags) from a friend's healthfood/garden store in the next town over (they're a little expensive, but accept food stamps, so we were able to stock up) and keep them in our pantry in 5 gallon buckets. They're not food-grade buckets, just free paint and drywall mud buckets from construction sites, cleaned out and sanitized. I figure since the goods are dry, and the storage is relatively short-term, it doesn't matter too much. The lids are impossible to clean, so I buy new lids at China-Mart for a buck something. I'd love to get the Gamma lids for the buckets we're into daily, much easier to open and close, but can't swing the cost just yet.


My sister-in-law had the clever idea to have the children decorate the buckets. I may let them do this soon, even though they're in the pantry and not on display. A sort of color code would be nice.

Here's the list of bulk grains, all organic, that we keep on hand:
  • rolled oats - quick for most purposes (oat porridge, quick breads, cookies), regular for granola (typical Sabbath breakfast)
  • popcorn - our favorite snack and comfort food. Bobby doesn't care for it, but the kids and I often make it a meal by serving it with a chunk of cheese and side of fruit (typical Sabbath lunch).
  • corn - right now we grind it for cornbread and Johnny cakes, but soon I intend to try my hand at hominy and masa for tortillas (the Encyclopedia of Country Living explains the process of soaking corn in a lime or baking soda mixture which releases an important nutrient you wouldn't otherwise get from corn)
  • rye - figured I'd use it for sourdough, and I do sometimes, but now that I've figured out how to use wheat (and prefer it), I probably won't buy more rye.
  • rice, long grain, brown - please don't bother with white rice! You really do get used to brown rice, and soon prefer it. You won't go back to that bland, diabetic's nightmare stuff. Among the usual uses, we sometimes grind it course for porridge in the morning
  • hard red spring wheat - our choice for bread and tortillas. The store I mentioned now carries an organic animal grade of this wheat which is perfectly edible and half the price of the "human" stuff they carry. I'm very pleased with it.
  • soft white spring wheat - pastry wheat. Our choice for biscuits, pancakes, muffins, desserts, cream-of-wheat, etc. High in protein and wonderfully soft, but not enough gluten for yeast bread (we ran out of hard red last week and I tried soft white - terrible!). Allow me to tell you all about how we purchased this wheat this year.
 Back in the spring our friends, the Fourniers, invited us to get in on a deal they had partaken of the year before. Their neighbor harvests his soft white wheat and sells them as much as they want (fresh from the field, before it’s cleaned) for market price (though they usually pay him more than). Market price this year was $4.20 a bushel. A bushel. That’s 60 pounds. I’d been paying over a dollar a pound for this stuff! We paid him $5 a bushel.


 We ordered twelve bushels (and our friends at least three or four times that since there's 13 of them and they also they feed it to their animals). They had 55 gal drums ready when he delivered it and after the wheat dried for a couple days they took it to a local mill to have it cleaned and bagged. Total cost: $7 a bushel. If my math is right, we paid about eight and half cents a pound.


 We filled two 55 gallon drums (food grade - $10 each from an ice cream factory two hours away - also a Fournier hook-up; these folks are da bomb.com) with wheat for eighty-four dollars. What a huge blessing! We’re not even halfway through the first drum. We haven't any outbuildings besides a small (full) barn, so we have one drum in our laundry room and one in the corner of our living room. We fill up our 5 gal pantry bucket from there as needed.


 I look forward to many more sources like this in the coming years. I love to buy local, direct from the grower. (I'll save my anti-merchant rants for another time.)

We also buy sucanat (stands for "sugar cane natural" - sugar cane juice that's been dried and ground, but otherwise unprocessed) by the 25 or 50 pound bag. We don't use white sugar and have played around with alternative sweeteners, and sucanat is our preferred sweetener for most baked goods (cookies, brownies, cakes, etc - which we limit to once a week and special occasions).

We do like honey for our other sweet needs. Some day I'll convince my husband we can handle bees. Still looking for an inexpensive local source. For now we buy a couple quarts at a time from our friend's store. It's raw Michigan honey. We bring in our own jars and save a little cash there.

Maple syrup is a real treat, one we allow ourselves occasionally since we found a family outside town (on the other side) that bottles their own.

Not everyone needs or has a place to store 50 lbs of salt, but since we have the space and it was so inexpensive, I bought some. Like the wheat above, this is also animal grade, but it's from a good source, is not bleached and has no additives. It's like "Real" salt, for those of you familiar with that. It's courser than your average table salt (and is like biting into sand, if you use it in bread), but the children enjoy grinding a month's supply in our hand-turned coffee grinder. The price for 50 lbs was less than $15. That's like 3 cents a pound. Can't beat that. Not that salt is one of the bigger grocery expenses.

I bought about 20 lbs each of red, black and pinto beans, but still need buckets for them. We're learning a lot about legumes and are acquiring quite a fondness for lentils, so I'll be buying those in bulk, too. I'm going to try growing my own dry beans next year. I've really learned how to stretch our meat by combining with beans and also making tasty meatless dishes. The "More With Less" cookbook has been a real nice source of recipes and advice for yummy economic cooking. We didn't eat beans much (ever?) growing up, so this is new territory for me.

I'm still learning about putting garden produce by. This coming year I'll be focusing on root veggies and other staples, since my experimenting this last year was so successful. I've been reading about root cellaring and, although we don't have one, I now see many areas around our place where I can store root veggies and squash and things. I'll be pleased if I can put by a goodly amount of the things we use regularly: potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, beans, tomatoes and squash. And I plan to extend the growing season with early and late plantings of greens and brassicas. We buy alfalfa seeds (and sometimes other types) for sprouting during the winter and summer when lettuce isn't growing.

The pantry still holds home canned green beans and a few jars of salsa and BBQ sauce. Next year, more puree, me thinks. More beans. I'll be working on some fruit and nut bearing trees and shrubs (apples, pears, strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, pecans, hazelnuts) in the future. While I'm getting those underway I'll try to do the U-pick places and buy a lot of in-season-on-sale fruits at the store, freezing and canning as I'm able.

In the meantime we buy limited amounts of fruits. Fresh fruit is becoming quite a treat. We pick up all-fruit spread and canned fruit at the scratch & dent store. We also buy spices there (it's always my intention to grow more herbs, I just never do!), though the tiny containers drive me nuts, we go through them so fast. I'll soon be buying spices in bulk online. My mom was impressed with SpicesEtc., so I'll check there first. We also pick up odds and ends like canned olives, canned tuna, canned veggies and the occasional chocolate bar at the s&d store.

Currently I'm waiting on some info from the local co-op. From there I'll be ordering organic chocolate, oils, whole wheat pasta, and probably a lot of beans and grains that are rather expensive at my friend's store.


Right now our deep freeze is pretty well stocked with meat (beef & chicken, a little salmon) from our food stamps days. As that winds down and work picks up, we hope to buy beef locally. Food stamps really limit where you shop and the deals you can get! We might pick up some chickens in the spring just for butchering in the fall. We'll butcher all next year's male goats for meat. I would love it if Bobby would hunt, but so far he hasn't shown much interest. But when our meat supply dwindles and there are more beans than beef on his plate, he may change his mind.

We're blessed to have chickens for eggs. Chickens are so easy and inexpensive to keep, everyone should have them! Our flock of one rooster (I recently found out that fertilized eggs keep better and are better for you) and 15 hens (some older and molting, some new and not laying yet) were giving us a whopping two eggs a day. Now we get eight or nine a day, which is a good amount for us. We hope to enlarge the coop, double the flock and sell eggs to our neighbors next fall.

We also have the goats for milk. We're still milking our one doe, morning and night, but she and her daughter from the previous year are bred, due to kid in mid April. Dessy was giving about half a gallon a day and even with the cold she's only dropped back to a quart and a half. We'll dry her up two months before she's due to kid. It's just enough milk for cooking with, but not much else.

Our cheese and butter we're buying in bulk from Middlefield Cheese in Ohio. A friend of ours started sort of a co-op and orders for everyone, getting us a discount. The cheese is good and natural and half the price of what we buy at the store, but comes in 5 lb blocks (I think you can order smaller amounts, but not at the discounted price). The 2 lb rolls of butter cost a hair more than store butter, but is worth it to know it's natural... and the taste is wonderful! I didn't know butter could taste so good! The difference is quite like free-range chicken eggs and store eggs. Farm fresh is firm, tastier, and more colorful.

I used to plan meals on a weekly basis and really saved a lot by planning ahead. When we changed our eating habits I stopped planning and just cooked up whatever was on hand. Now I'm planning meals monthly, breakfasts and suppers (lunches are variable, but always easy, sometimes leftover and often meatless). I have a weekly guide that goes something like this...
  1. pancakes, roast w/ veggies (beef, chicken or chevon)
  2. quick bread (muffins, cornbread, baked oatmeal), soup/stew (from leftover roast)
  3. porridge (oats, wheat, rice), Mexican
  4. pancakes, random suppers that take a little more time (burgers, stir fry, fish)
  5. eggs and toast, pasta
  6. Preparation day: porridge, pizza, as well as Sabbath meals
  7. Sabbath: granola w/ milk or yogurt, popcorn, bread, cheese, fruit and a casserole or hearty soup for supper. 

 There's a big note on the menu that says "Momma reserves the right to change the menu without notice!" We might have an abundance of eggs one week so I'll scratch one of the porridges and we'll have eggs and toast twice. Or I'll have miscalculated and be short an important ingredient so we shift a couple meals around. But having the menu as a guide is so nice! The dishes vary each week, but the months look pretty much the same. I tweak each month before printing, accounting for ingredients and weather (a hot stew might not hit the spot when it's 90° outside - we would probably prefer to grill). I started by making a categorized list of all the meals I cook regularly, or would like to. Some facilitate others very well, like the roast and soup/stew.


 If I can do all this, you can, too!  (Well, most of it.  I understand if you can't have a big garden or keep animals.) Use what you have and stretch whatever you can. And don't tell me that eating healthy is too expensive! Too often that means "I'm too lazy to work at it." Yes, "healthy" convenience food is more expensive than bad convenience food, but convenience costs no matter which way you go. Put your mind to it (and pray!) and put your back into it and you can eat better for less money.

  
In the way of encouragement let me remind you that this doesn't happen overnight. I'm not even saying you should, I just wanted to share what we do.  But if you're interested, take it one step at a time. Choose one day a week to cook from scratch, or one meal a day, or start by modifying one food group (grains, for example. Bake your own bread, even if you can't grind your own grains or stand the taste of whole wheat). I'll have you know that giving up boxed cereals was very hard for me! It was my favorite breakfast and favorite snack. Now I look back and don't know what the big deal was.

 
Lastly, don't underestimate the power of prayer in changing your eating, cooking and shopping habits. Lean on Yahweh for strength and wisdom.

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Real Reason For The Season

Can we put Christ back in Christmas? Was he ever there to begin with? In the time it takes you to bake a tray of Christmas cookies you can look into this and find the answer. Start here, if you don't know where else to look.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Grandpa's Black Rat Snake

Got the latest issue of Countryside in the mail today.  Looks like a lot of good reading!  I love this magazine.  I was a little disappointed, I admit, to find that something I submitted wasn't printed, but I'll get over it.  They have so many readers with so much to share!  Mine wasn't so much useful as an interesting tale.  Anyway, I'll post the story here to give you something to read while I'm off this week reading my beloved magazine...  =)

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The article in the Nov/Dec issue regarding black snakes brings to mind a story my grandpa told me about one of his many critter and homesteading adventures.

My grandpa was one of those rare birds, a native Floridian, a genuine cracker, born and raised in the woods and swamps around Sarasota. (His alligator hunting stories are for another time!) After years in the military and losing his first wife, with his children grown and starting their own families, he remarried and settled down in a small town in Missouri. They were typical homesteaders I guess, with goats, chickens, ticks, and a big garden. Only it wasn't a "movement" then, just what sensible, country-loving people did. Your grandparents were about the same, right?

Grandpa and Granny Bea used plastic eggs for awhile in their chicken coop to encourage their hens to use the nest boxes. I've not heard of that practice since and wonder if people still do it. Apparently it worked. However, it turns out it was rather rough on egg-loving snakes!

One day Grandpa went to out to tend the chickens and found a large black rat snake in the coop. The poor thing had swallowed one plastic egg, crept through a knothole in the wooden partition between nests and swallowed another plastic egg. Being unable to crush and regurgitate the shell as with real eggs, the snake was stuck fast in this board, with a plastic bump on either side! I'm sure Grandpa was doubled over in stitches laughing at this unsuspecting reptile. He cut the board to free the critter, but I'm not sure what became of Mr. Snake after that. I imagine he simply regurgitated the eggs and went on his way. Wonder if he ever ate eggs again!

I'm now blessed myself, by my heavenly Father, to live in a small town in Missouri with my husband and six children. We are a few years into that homesteading dream that all of us Countryside readers seem to share. My grandpa returned from FL a couple years ago and my children got to know him and hear some of his stories for themselves. He was just as excited as they were when we raised our first chicks, put in our first real garden, and brought home our first goats. He passed away a few months after moving here and missed our first spring kidding. What an ache in my heart not to be able to share those adventures with him! How he would have loved to hear about my helping deliver our first goat kid and the antics I went through trying to milk that first cranky old nanny, having never milked before. Her favorite trick, once we got the kicking under control, was sitting down when I tried to milk her. Grandpa is one of the few in my life who would appreciate the valuable lessons I learned with that ornery goat!

There's so much to do and to learn in this homesteading thing. If you have anyone in your life who has any kind of experience, cherish it! Make use of it! I feel like I have so much to learn and fear I'll have to learn it all from books. In classic back-to-the-lander fashion I butchered my first chicken with a knife in one hand and the Encyclopedia of Country Living in the other. (My 10 year old daughter, reading this, protests, "You did not! I had to hold it for you!" True. Maybe someone should market something like a music stand to hold instructional literature for us ignorant DIYers.) Yet, I'm thankful for the little bit of sensible country blood I have and that I didn't have to start completely from scratch. Also, the creator of all things has helped out. You'd be surprised how much practical animal husbandry and gardening wisdom the Bible contains. Here's to the dream! Remember, this may be new to us, but it's not new.

Yahweh’s provision and our nearsightedness

The construction trade is hard. Always feast or famine. It's harder still to practice construction in a depressed area, as we do. Harder still in the winter months. But Yahweh is faithful!

This winter seems rougher than the last, but I suppose it's only because it's closer to us than the last. Well, maybe it is rougher. With my back acting up, not a drop of unemployment income (the downside to being self-employed), and being off food stamps for the first time in years (by choice). Regardless, it's always a trying time. The struggle is always the same. How are we going to pay the next bill? Can we make it through the winter without killing each other? But our faith is growing. We're seeing more victory in our attitudes than ever before. Being down periodically with back pain has forced me to be still and know that he is Elohim.

I’m tempted, as always, to wig out about tomorrow, but having been here so many times and seeing Father’s faithfulness... I’m much quicker to remember that just because I can’t see past today doesn’t mean all hope is lost. My Father can see clearly in what to me is darkness and he knows the plans he has for me (and they're good plans!). Yeah, right now we have no way to pay this bill or that bill, but it’s still a whole week away. And even if Yahweh doesn’t provide for it, I trust that we need that humbling.

When Bobby’s home and doing everything he can to find paying work, stress levels at the Williams’ house are usually quite high. He feels inadequate and I’m rarely much help! Somehow it’s different this time. The temptation is there, for both of us, to bicker and blame (goes well with that helpless feeling we both experience)... but we’re seeing each other overcome. I’m amazed at Bobby’s perseverance in seeking gainful employment, as well as his faith that Father will provide. His calm, steady nature is strength to me and makes me less prone to pick on him. It also encourages me to trust Father. We’ve come a long, long way, my man and I.

As if these weren’t blessings enough, let me tell you more.

So far this is how Yahweh has provided since Bobby’s last regular job (before Thanksgiving):

A surprise $50 in the mail from a family member.

Our neighbors needed their guest house sided and their son (who works at a factory full time and construction part time) has been too busy to get to it so he paid Bobby to do it.

(Usually there’s a few days between these things. Enough time to stretch us, test our faith.)

My washing machine dies. In the middle of a load (when else?). We had told no one about it and yet that evening a friend calls and asks if we could use a washer. It’s not in great shape, but should get us by until we can afford to fix my ancient and small, but sturdy Maytag.

I start up an Etsy shop online and sell my first item, an appliqué skirt (my specialty), within minutes of posting it. What an ego boost! Now we’re sewing up skirts and things every spare minute we’ve got so I can post and hopefully sell more. This is limited by my back pain - I can’t sit at the machine for too long. The bonus: Bobby’s and Farra’s sewing skills are drastically improving.

We found a furniture shop that would buy all the furniture we’d been trying to sell yard-sale style this summer. It sold for much less than it was worth, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Someone gifts us the money to pay our electric bill.

My dad turns us onto a roof job. Bobby stops by the house where this guy is roofing and he hires him on the spot. He’s impressed with Bobby’s skill and what a hard worker he is. He pays him more than the agreed amount . Also, upon hearing the amount of our mortgage payment due at the end of the week, says he has enough work for Bobby that we should be able to make it. Bobby’s reputation as a reliable, hard worker is being built, as we’re praying. The work is close to home. The guy has rental properties and will likely call on Bobby again.

Yahweh gifts his daughter special peace and wisdom to be content and joyful in the dark. She is then able to set the mood for the home and makes it easier for the rest of the family to be at ease and trust.

While Bobby’s in town he runs into a friend who offers to give our phone number to a carpet installer who sometimes needs help. The carpet installer calls the next day and the day after that (yesterday) Bobby is working with him. It's not steady work, and it’s an hour or so away, and the pay is barely worth it, but it’s something! The fella has been hoping for some regular help because as it’s just him he often has to turn down work. Opportunity? Maybe. Maybe.

That one there, I tell ya what... Here we are, praising Yahweh for his provision, and it’s good and right that we do so, but rather nearsighted of us. This last job (“divine appointment”) showed us that maybe Father has something more in mind than just providing money for our bills and food for our bellies. When we’re in this mode that’s often all we can see. It didn’t cross my mind that Yahweh is using Bobby to bless others, and others to bless Bobby, in means other than financial.

Bobby and this carpet installer, Don, were talking a bit through the morning, but long about lunch time the talk turns to food and it comes out that Bobby tries to abide by the food laws set forth in the Bible. Don is intrigued and asks if Bobby keeps the Feasts. The rest of the day Don insists Bobby work in the same room with him (instead of in another room, where he’d worked that morning) so they can talk.

Yahweh has been leading this man and his family toward a better understanding of and obedience toward the Torah. He was thrilled to hear everything Bobby had to say (and Bobby has been learning so much! And for the most part only has me to share it with. He was on cloud nine after work yesterday. "It was so refreshing!" he said). At some point they even had a concordance out and were really digging in the Word. Don was disappointed that Bobby couldn’t come back today (gotta finish that roof - which is closer and also pays better). He told Bobby that he was pretty unsure about him upon first meeting (my spouse is a little, um, rough looking) but was so blessed to get to know him better.  (He gets that a lot.)

See what I mean? We were just thankful for the work but Yahweh had something bigger in mind! We both feel it confirms our feeling that Bobby should be doing more work on his own, where he can meet more people and share truth with them. He’s not very extroverted and doesn’t offer much unless asked, but he seems to be good at spotting opportunities to plant seeds.

He also came home thinking he would like to work with Don more to learn the ins and outs of carpet installation so he can offer this service as well. (He really will be a jack of all trades!) This, combined with the fact that his little truck’s transmission cannot possibly last much longer (“reverse” has been out for months and it’d cost more than it’s worth, and more than we can afford, to fix it) led him to suggest that we keep our old Chevy van that we’ve been trying to sell (also for months). It was overheating when we parked it but otherwise is still a great van. I had just had this thought the night before and was going to suggest it to him! The gas mileage isn’t as good, but it would be a lot more convenient for a work vehicle, with lots of room for his tools (and carpet, should he go there, and other materials). And, the back folds out to a bed which he could make use of when working farther from home, if hard pressed. His little truck should sell easily around here, even with the tranny issue.

Will the Williams make their mortgage payment this month? Will Bobby freeze on the roof today? Will they be able to buy cheese next week? Will Kaleesha crack up with evil fretting and inability to function normally? Tune in next time to The Bigger Half!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Getting Rich Quick: Musings From The Couch

I really had no idea how much I did, how complex my average day was, until I was confined to the couch and attempting to direct my family members to do just some of what I usually do. Sometimes a momma can feel overwhelmed and taken for granted... is it wrong to feel a tiny sense of accolade that the home just barely functions when I'm not on duty? I guess it's just my sick way of snatching a compliment! Really, this all may sound prideful, but if you consider that I'm the type that usually beats myself up over what I don't or can't get done, my self esteem account usually in the proverbial "red", then having something in the form of a compliment brings me just up to the "black" and I feel alright. Is that pride?

As discouraging as it is to not be able to do the things I like to do or feel like I need to do, to wonder if I'm ever going to be "normal" again (well, you know what I mean!), it has not escaped my attention that this is the Father's perfect will for our family. It has been a good spiritual growing season. I'm learning to be at peace with the situation, to be still. I'm forced to teach more and do less - the children are all learning about serving and are doing it with cheerful hearts. They are being stretched in their abilities (Daddy always seems to expect more of them than Momma) and actually thriving on it. It's good.

My Farra is a blessing that words can hardly describe. It brings tears to my eyes when I watch how she willingly serves. And serves. And serves. And the only thing she ever asks is for me to read to her when we have a quiet moment, or maybe share a little chocolate with me from my stash. She is able to do most of the things I do around the house, she only needs to be asked. She is 2nd in command when it comes to the animals and their needs. Perfectionist that I am, I never am concerned that the animals are being neglected when Farra is in charge of the barn. It's so hard to believe that she's only ten! And Atira is swiftly coming up behind her in ability and willingness. And Seth! He takes such pride in especially masculine things like bringing in the wood and taking out the trash. (Yet, his favorite pastime right now is embroidery!)

Not to be outdone by the children, Bobby has been a real hero lately. Even when my back wasn't on the fritz he's really been pitching in around here. He's growing in leaps and bounds these days, really willing to do more around the house (remember, we're talking about someone who is currently not working outside the home). He's never been unwilling to help, he usually just doesn't know how or where. He's beginning to take more initiative. The load is not as heavy on me when he's home, when it used to be more so! But it's his brighter attitude that blesses me most. More about how he does it that what he does. If you could hear his testimony and know the way he was brought up, you could really rejoice with me in this new attitude toward work!

This is all part of my get-rich-quick scheme, you know, counting blessings.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Modesty and a blog worth your time

Being confined to bed with my back out  has provided a good opportunity to check out Mrs.'s Parunak's blog, the one I linked to the other day.  It is well worth your time to read her writings.  All of them.  I've been blessed by every one that I've read, and I've been reading a lot since yesterday morning!  Her writing is clear and enjoyable and very thought-provoking, edgy but not in-your-face.  She covers topics like birth control, parenting, homemaking, homeschooling, hospitality, pornography and immodesty.  Although I have enjoyed everything so far (I want to link to all of it!) I have to say, I'm blown away by her thoughts on the latter two.  I'm so grateful for her frankness and her vision.  I'm excited to have a vision of my own now (Bobby's hip, too), a battle plan for teaching my sons and daughters not only about modesty and Yahweh's purpose for immodesty and how to guard ourselves against the harlot.  Here's some snippets:

Mrs. Parunak's posts on modesty

Let me be a little blunt, when men are staring at women, taking long looks and second looks, they are almost always doing it for that little floaty zing it makes them feel. And that is just old-fashioned lust. ...  And guess what? Any woman is powerless to hold onto a man who is in this state. Men who have given themselves over to lust are going to look at every pair of x chromosomes that walks by, hoping for a zing. We women often think that if we were just prettier, if we just dressed a little better, if we just lost a few more pounds and looked more like those girls on the magazine covers then we’d win the great beauty pageant of life and be crowned with a husband’s unswerving attention. It just isn’t so.
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For most of human history, erotic images have been reflections of, or celebrations of, or substitutes for, real naked women. For the first time in human history, the images’ power and allure have supplanted that of real naked women. Today, real naked women are just bad porn….
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It all reminds me of what C.S. Lewis wrote in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,

Nothing spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food.
If you want to appreciate fresh fish and potatoes, stay away from the Witch’s Turkish delight. If you want a steamy sex life, stay away from porn.
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...the reason we are modest out in the world is that immodesty is so beautiful, so special, and so powerful. It is a force that feeds our marriages, thrills our husbands, and helps ensure that we produce the godly seed that the Lord says He desires (Malachi 2:15). It is a force that applied in the wrong place can be deadly, destroying purity, feeding lust, and leaving broken relationships in its wake.
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If we raise pure daughters by making them prudes, then we’ve crippled them. We’ve helped them save themselves for marriage without teaching them how to give themselves away when the time comes. They are treasures in a chest with no key that will have to be hacked open slowly, painfully, with frustration and disappointment. Every woman who’s had to struggle through that awful feeling of internal conflict when something that was “bad” her whole life is supposedly transformed into something “good” in the course of one afternoon just because she put on a fancy dress and got a new piece of jewelry, every one of them wants something better for her daughters.
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We believe that we cannot afford to take the easy path of ensuring our daughters’ modesty by grossing them out. “Oh dear, that nasty woman over there is showing her cleavage. Ew! We certainly don’t do that in this family.” We tell even our young children that God made our bodies beautiful, and that looking at immodest bodies is exciting, but the reason God made it that way is to bless our marriages. When we look at people we’re not married to, who are showing off their bodies in immodest ways, we’re stealing from our future spouse. We tell our children to look away from immodesty, not because it’s “yucky,” but because they need to “save their eyes.” We encourage them to be modest, not because immodesty is so “shocking” or “embarassing,” but because immodesty is “only for your husband to enjoy, not everyone else.”
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Are we dressing in a showy or impressive way? Are we making a big deal out of our curves, being sure that no one could fail to notice how enticing we are? It has to do with us. The measure of our obedience is whether or not we are flaunting our assets, NOT whether some pervert with a religious fetish manages to lust after us.
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What that means is going to be different for every woman because every woman has different assets. What’s especially beautiful on one, may not be that striking on another. That’s why legalistic “guidelines” are not always terribly helpful. What’s modest for one woman may be showing off for someone else.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

prayer request

Hey wonderful readers,
 
I could really use some prayer this week. My lower back has had some issues for awhile but I twisted wrong or something just before Thanksgiving Day and I've been up and down with it since.  Mostly down.  I thought I was on the mend (able to do some stretching and light pilates) but this morning's chores did me in.  Again.  It hurts worse than ever.  So, I could use prayer for my lower back specifically, and also against discouragement.  Some of you know how discouraging chronic pain is, especially when you have a large household to manage!  Bobby's having a hard time finding work (and we don't qualify for unemployment - chew on that for a moment... zero income) so that adds to the effect...  But on the bright side, he's home to help around here.
 
You get the picture.
 
'Priciate it!
~K~
 

Saturday, December 5, 2009

My Utmost for His Heart

A dear friend gave me a copy of Oswald Chambers devotional book, "My Utmost For His Highest" several years ago.  I've been missing it for months and found it the other day behind some other books on my bookshelf (strange, how did it get on the bookshelf?).  That day's devotion fit well with the entry I linked to on my former blog about movements not being equal to a messiah.  If you haven't read it yet, I encourage you to take a few minutes and do so!  You can find it here.  (Disclaimer, that was my first time at Mrs. Parunak's blog and I can't endorse everything she writes, but I liked what little I read and will be back to scope it out.)

(emphasis in the following is mine)
December 2

CHRISTIAN PERFECTION
by Oswald Chambers

"Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect. . . ." Philippians 3:12

It is a snare to imagine that God wants to make us perfect specimens of what He can do; God's purpose is to make us one with Himself. The emphasis of holiness movements is apt to be that God is producing specimens of holiness to put in His museum. If you go off on this idea of personal holiness, the dead-set of your life will not be for God, but for what you call the manifestation of God in your life. "It can never be God's will that I should be sick." If it was God's will to bruise His own Son, why should He not bruise you? The thing that tells for God is not your relevant consistency to an idea of what a saint should be, but your real vital relation to Jesus Christ, and your abandonment to Him whether you are well or ill.

Christian perfection is not, and never can be, human perfection. Christian perfection is the perfection of a relationship to God which shows itself amid the irrelevancies of human life. When you obey the call of Jesus Christ, the first thing that strikes you is the irrelevancy of the things you have to do, and the next thing that strikes you is the fact that other people seem to be living perfectly consistent lives. Such lives are apt to leave you with the idea that God is unnecessary, by human effort and devotion we can reach the standard God wants. In a fallen world this can never be done. I am called to live in perfect relation to God so that my life produces a longing after God in other lives, not admiration for myself. Thoughts about myself hinder my usefulness to God. God is not after perfecting me to be a specimen in His show-room; He is getting me to the place where He can use me. Let Him do what He likes.

Contrary to what some choose to believe about me, this (as well as the point of the movement/messiah article) reflects the condition of my own heart.  I wanted to share it here.  I don't do what I do to gain a relationship with my Father, I do what I do because of my relationship with my Father.  I'm not into any movements (labels, boxes), but I am into moving.  It's a tricky thing when we start changing the way we live to please our Father, walking in obedience as children.  It's a necessary part of growing, but difficult when it begins to attract attention.  Who but Yahweh can know our hearts and intentions?  We tend to judge others by their actions and ourselves by our intentions.   Why is it that "you" can fill-in-the-blank out of a pure heart, but I'm trying to earn my salvation by keeping the Sabbath and living off the land?  Really.  Let's give each other the benefit of the doubt and trust Father to judge hearts.

I feel that's been needing attention for awhile.  Thanks for hearing me out.

Incidentally, I disagree with Chambers in one point of his essay.  I believe perfection can be and has been attained by man.  If by no one else then the person Yahshua.  As he is the very example of perfection given to us by our Father, and I don't believe he sets standards for us that we cannot attain, then we should hope to be able to attain it.  Will we reach it in this lifetime?  Wouldn't that be nice!!

It's beginning to look alot like winter...

Well, it's beginning to feel like it! Nothing says winter like frozen pipes, eh? I'd better go check and see if they've thawed out yet...

Nope. Not yet. It usually takes a good three nights of below freezing temps for us to fine tune the thermostat on the heater in the well house; somewhere between a sky-high electric bill and frozen pipes. Might need to scrounge up some more insulation and stuff it in there somewhere.

The wee Willies are ready for snow, me thinks. They were out the other morning throwing frost at each other.

If you have children, you'll know I'm not making this up.

We did have some snow forecasted last week, but as per usual, we only got rain. "Less than half an inch possible accumulation"... why do they bother forecasting snow at all!? It was so dreary and rainy that about mid-morning I decided we would have ourselves a snow party - with or without the snow. We scheduled it for one o'clock that afternoon and invited no one outside our home. (Seth said, "We can't have a party with only eight people!") We baked cupcakes, complete with frosting and sprinkles (not my favorite dessert - I prefer brownies or cookies or cheesecake or pie - but nothing says celebrate like cake!), lit our scented candles, put on some wintery classical music and cleaned the house. We were late to our party by one hour, but no one complained. We changed the music to some upbeat blues and rockabilly, blew balloons, played games (musical chairs and Winker and balloon games) and pigged out on cupcakes. Then Royal and Little Brook went down for naps and we cut out paper snowflakes and decorated with them. Not a flurry outside.

It was a good day. Pure wisdom from on High, if you ask me, to arrange a day to let loose and enjoy the distractions, do something fun with the kids and Bobby. Things have been a smidgen stressful anyway (it usually is this time of year with no work) and when I woke up and saw rain clouds in the sky I felt that something had to be done or we'd all crack up. And I don't mean make jokes. It was good to know that we could whip a special occasion out of thin air, just the eight of us.

(Yay, we have water again!)

I do look forward to snow, now that it's cold. If it's going to be cold, I'd rather have snow than not. That's one reason I'd prefer not to ever move further south. Further north, if anything. Bobby says, "No way, further south if anything." So, there you have it. We're stuck in southern Missouri.

In spite of the early storm that stripped the trees of their pretty leaves, it was a beautiful fall. I was sure kicking myself for not getting some fall vegetables in. The weather was wonderful. At least my garlic is snuggled down nicely in the garden and will probably beat the daffodils up again come spring.  So far we've had a few fair frosts, but yesterday was the first morning I walked to the barn on frozen ground. Having to break an inch of ice in the goats' water trough is another clue that winter is upon us.

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!



Now, where'd I put that seed catalog...?

Friday, December 4, 2009

Gal and Isabella

Finally got together with my sister and Vince and as a bonus I had a peek at how my wee niece is growing. None of the family got together this year for Thanksgiving (I was okay with this until that morning and then felt this huge stab of saddness!), but Gal & Vince had us over for a bit in the evening. I brought my camera! Here's 9 month old Isabella Grace (and her doting mama):








My five older children are thrilled with their cousin and Blue in particular spent much of the time trying to get Little Brook to play with her (though Farra is holding Little in this shot).

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Welcome!

Well, here it is.  Still working out the bugs, but the place offers so much more than the last!  More personalization (for HTML-deficient folks like myself), easier photo sharing and a search feature.  A search feature!  How cool!

Come on in and look around!

Okay, well, nothing to see yet...