Scribbles

Lila loves to get my ink pens and scribble. Her scribbles are beautiful to me. They are precious pieces of art, because I just love her so much and anything she does is special.

I have kept so many of my children’s scribbles, pieces of art work and flowers (and weeds) that they handed me with love. These things are so precious to me because they were given with a pure heart – “Mommy, look what I drew!” I still have flowers pressed in books from 25 years ago.

I wonder if God feels the same when we give him our heart and our limited talents and abilities? I hope so. We may feel our lives are just a scribble, but I think he sees a masterpiece. He sees what we can be.

Chipped Plates

This is one of those blessings that you have to go all around the circle and as you’re coming back around, you realize that you can be thankful for it.
I registered for Wedgwood, Queen’s Shape everyday dishes when we got engaged.  I received about 12 place settings.  We don’t use them every single day, but I do bring them out quite a bit. I like using the salad plates for our breakfast because they’re the perfect size.
Yesterday, as I was washing the ones we had just used, I noticed that every single one of them has a nasty chip on the side.  I am assuming that these chips came from slinging them around too hard when they were being washed.  I also noticed that one of my big serving platters has a crack almost all the way across.  Now, I’m not placing blame on anyone here, but some people in the family wash dishes like it’s a race at the speedway – slinging them here and there, smacking them on the faucet and throwing them into the dishwasher.
How in the world can this be a blessing?
I’m thankful for:
~ the nice plates, chips and all ~
~ food to serve on them ~
~ a husband and children to wash them ~
~ a family to sit around the table and eat from them ~
This is a thought that could just keep on rolling along.  I could talk about how I am not the same glossy plate that I was 22 years ago and how I’ve gotten chipped up along the way, but that all those chips mean I’ve lived a good life and have had tons of battles and blessings, but I’ll save that thought for another time!
Blessings to you today!

Pumpkin Bread

The kids are always appreciative when there is a snack waiting for them when they get home from school.  Walking in the door and smelling something warm just from the oven can even put a smile on a grumpy teenager’s face.  The thank you’s and hugs make me glad I took the extra time.
Warm bread is always a hit, especially pumpkin or banana.
Pumpkin Bread
(from the Betty Crocker Cookbook)
2 2/3 c sugar
2/3 c shortening
1 can pumpkin
2/3 c water
4 eggs
3 1/3 c all purpose flour
2 t. baking soda
1 1/2 t. salt
1 t. ground cinnamon
1 t. ground cloves
1/2 t. baking powder
Heat oven to 350 degrees.  Grease bottoms only of loaf pans (I use 3).  Mix sugar and shortening.  Stir in pumpkin, water and eggs.  Mix in flour, soda, salt, cinnamon, cloves and baking powder.  Bake until wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean, 60-70 minutes.
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Haiti Trip

A Facebook post from my daughter…May we all find a way to ‘turn the blessings around’ in 2013!
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‎2012 has been my year of blessings. There are so, so many things I am thankful for.
 An always-loving God gave me a trip to Haiti over the summer, my first year of horse shows, friends who I love and a riding trainer who took me under her wing and is giving me more than she knows she is.
In 2013, I’m going to turn that around.
 This will be the year I give unconditionally, to people I know and to people I don’t.
 Because of God’s abounding blessings, it’s now my responsibility to give back everything I’ve gotten.

Chipped Plates

This is one of those blessings that you have to go all around the circle and as you’re coming back around, you realize that you can be thankful for it.
I registered for Wedgwood, Queen’s Shape everyday dishes when we got engaged.  I received about 12 place settings.  We don’t use them every single day, but I do bring them out quite a bit. I like using the salad plates for our breakfast because they’re the perfect size.
Yesterday, as I was washing the ones we had just used, I noticed that every single one of them has a nasty chip on the side.  I am assuming that these chips came from slinging them around too hard when they were being washed.  I also noticed that one of my big serving platters has a crack almost all the way across.  Now, I’m not placing blame on anyone here, but some people in the family wash dishes like it’s a race at the speedway – slinging them here and there, smacking them on the faucet and throwing them into the dishwasher.
How in the world can this be a blessing?
I’m thankful for:
~ the nice plates, chips and all ~
~ food to serve on them ~
~ a husband and children to wash them ~
~ a family to sit around the table and eat from them ~
This is a thought that could just keep on rolling along.  I could talk about how I am not the same glossy plate that I was 22 years ago and how I’ve gotten chipped up along the way, but that all those chips mean I’ve lived a good life and have had tons of battles and blessings, but I’ll save that thought for another time!
Blessings to you today!

Differences in Marriage

My husband and I are very much alike in our beliefs and our values.
   We agree politically (though he’s a bit more verbal and opinionated).
   We agree spiritually.
   We agree on how to rear our children.
In our personalities, though, we are completely different.
   He is outgoing with nary a shy bone in his body.
   He has energy that never stops.
   He gets animated when he is around people.
I know we are not the only ones with major differences in our personalities.  This summer, a friend showed me some pictures that she had taken when she and her husband went to the beach.
My friend loves the beach!  She couldn’t wait to get her toes in the sand!
   Her husband, however, can not really be described as a beach bum.  Check out the black pants, white socks and sneakers.
I’m thinking a mountain vacation would have been more to his liking!

Hannah’s Horse Paintings

I was cleaning my daughter’s room yesterday and found these paintings.
She was working on them last week.
I know because I saw her washing out brushes in the kitchen.
But, she never showed me the paintings.
To my quiet, reserved, humble middle child…
I will find your talents and show them to the world!

Today, I’m thankful for…

  1. School being back in session.  I love them being home, but, it’s time…
  2. A hyper husband…because I’m not.
  3. All 4 children now changing their own sheets. 
  4. The privilege of prayer.
  5. An almost 21 year old son who will come sit and talk with me for an hour when he gets in from work.
  6. A daughter who makes me buy funky clothes instead of the black I always pick out.
  7. A daughter who reads her Bible, has her cup of coffee and writes in her journal every morning in the loft of the barn.
  8. A little boy who stops and gives me big kisses when I’m least expecting it. 
  9. Did I already say school being back in session?
  10. Macaroni and tomatoes. 
  11. Our children’s grandparents: their unconditional love, wisdom, hospitality and the occasional $20 bill.
  12. Cooler weather.
  13. An incredibly godly pastor and pastor’s wife. 
  14. The opportunity to start fresh every morning.
  15. A handsome husband who always puts the kids and me at the top of the list.
  16. All of YOU who sometimes read what I write on here.
     

Playhouses

My sister and I cultivated our housekeeping skills at an early age by always keeping a ‘playhouse’ somewhere in the house and outside. We would set up play areas here and there, usually with Barbie dolls and baby dolls in the house. One special place I remember in the basement was at the bottom of the stairs, underneath the stairwell, in between the stairs and the hot water heater. There was a piece of furniture that made the third wall of our playhouse and a ledge under the steps. This was a fantastic playhouse, especially since we could really hide and hear the goings on of the grown ups while we were carrying on our own little life.

In the summers, things got a lot more elaborate. There was a trail from our house into the woods and we found a relatively flat spot to be our playhouse. There were lots of large grape vines and these were used as couches, beds and shelves. They were also good room partitions for our kitchen and bathroom. We saved Mother’s empty Merle Norman jars and bottles for our playhouse bathroom and carried armloads of empty Campbell’s soup cans and spice jars for our kitchen. Probably these relics are still down there underneath years of leaves.

Imaginative play is so very important for children. I always tried to foster a love of pretend in my little ones. They loved boxes – the bigger the better – and they would have so many adventures in their little hiding places.

Of course, couch cushions were the perfect building materials for their walls and tunnels. I never minded my den being destroyed because I knew the children were using their wonderful imaginations and more importantly, were not watching t.v.! Of course, all the extra blankets were pulled out to make the roofs for the houses and tunnels.

So, here’s to playhouses, clubhouses, forts, tunnels and tree houses! Hours and days spent in wonderful worlds far away.

Mindy Hill said…

 

I loved the day mom washed the sheets and let us play with the ones she took off the beds. We would make tents like crazy with them. Also, mom would make me Barbie cars, table, etc from the cardboard Tide boxes. I loved those cars so much because she would do a backseat also and four of my Barbies could fix in it.

4-H County Livestock Show

The county livestock show was today.  We had one steer and two heifers.  Here are some highlights…

Nanny and Violet came to watch!
Backcombing the tail!  It needs to be really fluffy.
“Fitting” the heifer includes adhesive, conditioner, combs and even spray paint.
Getting ready to go into the ring for the first time with a heifer.  He did a great job!
Campbell’s friends came by to watch and support him!
Father and Son