It has been some time since I last posted. So much has happened and I'm not at all sure how yet to process all of it.
Our summer has been great--temperature-wise--for those of us who melt into grouchiness when the temps get above 86. However, the garden has suffered from the damp, cool summer. We lost all our tomato plants to the late blight, which came early. A groundhog decided to take up residence nearby and ate off our edemame, sweet potatoes and parsley and carrot tops. After he was eliminated, the carrots and parsley and a few sweet potatoes came back.
All this was going on while I was confined to the sofa (later on the porch) with a broken ankle. Yes, it is amazing what can happen in the blink of an eye. One false step on the stairs and you're in the ER deciding on when to have surgery. At least, after all these years, I am finally screwed together!
So, I've had to let go of a great many things. I have been unable to cut the grass. I miss the hours of solitude and the time of prayer. I have had to ask for help...ugh. I was unable to share from our garden, that I so enjoy doing...not much anyway. My husband dug the potatoes. Digging potatoes is like Christmas. When you dig in the ground you never know what you will get! I love the surprise. It made me sad to miss it. We did get a good crop, though, for which I am very thankful. My husband know little about the garden, so trying to explain how some vegetables should look when they are ready was quite a challenge. Also, trying to remember where I planted things was a challenge. He would come back to the house trying to describe a plant in the garden and where it was planted and then I would try and remember what I planted there. Needless to say, there has been some level of frustration. The dear guy picked all the beans! I would snap most of them and then, after a crash course in canning, he was able to can all our beans. He also canned all the beets. I think he was pretty proud. I am so thankful that he didn't just let everything go to weeds.
It was very difficult for me to be on the sidelines. A good friend reminded me that my worth is not in what I do....but it sure feels like it. Since I was unable to be on my feet, dear neighbors and friends from our church supplied us with meals so that my husband did not have to cook anything for a month! I love to bake bread, but have been unable to stand long enough to tackle that task. But, the garden was the big thing. That's my 'job'. Perhaps the garden was becoming a pride issue. I'm not real sure. Like I said, I'm still processing all this. What does God want me to learn? Or are the lessons still in progress.
What I am sure of is that good friends bring great movies and book for you when you're down. They come just to visit, because you are incredibly lonely. They say, "I love you" with food and phone calls and cards full of well wishes. My church family is just that--family. I couldn't be more thankful and grateful for each of them.
So, while I remain on the DL and still have physical therapy to go through, I am looking for the lessons that I need to learn from this particular session of God's school.
I bless thee for tempering every distress with joy;
too much of the former might weigh me down,
too much of the latter might puff me up;
Thou art wise to give me a taste of both.
But thou art all I need.
Let me continually grasp the promise,
'I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.'
--excerpt from Blessings from The Valley of Vision
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Working in the Garden of Sanctification
Now that it is early summer, the garden is beginning to give us veggies. All the planting and weeding and cultivating are showing results. It is also the time of year with which I struggle. I even hesitate to write this as it only reveals one of the many sins that give me trouble. One of my besetting sins. (Thank you John Owen.)
Shortly before we moved to this home, I was reading in the Old Testament and came across the whole concept of "firstfruits". (see Exodus 23:16 & 19) While I had heard about tithing as first fruits of your paycheck, the idea of giving from your harvest was a new thought for me. Since I was no longer working outside the home, my thought was that I would give a "tithe" of my garden. Sounds easy enough. I wrote a check out each payday for the church, this will be a no-brainer. You have no idea how difficult it has been for me.
Each spring as I plant and pray over each crop that is planted, I figure that I have this thing licked. Then comes the harvest. Then comes the doubt. "How will I know if I have enough for us?" Shouldn't I "get all I can and can all I get?"
Every summer I wrestle with this basic concept. Will God take care of us? Can I trust His promises?
Did the Old Testament folks struggle with this too? Of course, back then "everybody was doing it"...really, they were. But did that make it easier? In our day, we are pretty detached from the agricultural way of life and, well, if my beans don't come up, I can always buy canned ones from the store (sorry, yuck). To most of us our gardens are a hobby. We have the store to fall back on, but our ancestors and the O.T. folks did not. It seems that it is far easier to write a check than to hand over food that you have lovingly labored over. When you give the first fruits, you have no idea what can go wrong in the meantime, or what your yield will actually look like. It is an exercise in faith and trust.
In my devotions today, the scripture passage was 1 Timothy 4:10, "To this end we toil and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of those who believe." The devotional goes on to talk about the hard work of sanctification. That growing in the knowledge of God is exhausting and progress is wearying. That left to ourselves, we would give up striving and be discouraged with our progress. It is discouraging for me to have to wrestle with this same issue every year. What is so sad is that I have always had enough. Always. So, after six years, you would think I had a better handle on this. Well, maybe a bit better. I don't try and talk myself out of it anymore. I've been battling with this each summer, so I know all the stupid arguments that I will throw at myself. The worst part of this whole exercise is that I really enjoy giving my veggies away! When I can give something that is a little part of me, it truly is a joyful thing. Another reason, I can't figure why I still struggle.
The long and short of it is that God uses my garden for my sanctification. He gives me the opportunity to trust him through my veggies. It might even be that whole "working out your salvation with fear and trembling" thing going on. I know that I will continue to delight in giving and just need to continue to prayerfully work out the kinks that come in the summer.
Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed--not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence--continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose." Philippians 2:12 & 13 NIV
Shortly before we moved to this home, I was reading in the Old Testament and came across the whole concept of "firstfruits". (see Exodus 23:16 & 19) While I had heard about tithing as first fruits of your paycheck, the idea of giving from your harvest was a new thought for me. Since I was no longer working outside the home, my thought was that I would give a "tithe" of my garden. Sounds easy enough. I wrote a check out each payday for the church, this will be a no-brainer. You have no idea how difficult it has been for me.
Each spring as I plant and pray over each crop that is planted, I figure that I have this thing licked. Then comes the harvest. Then comes the doubt. "How will I know if I have enough for us?" Shouldn't I "get all I can and can all I get?"
Every summer I wrestle with this basic concept. Will God take care of us? Can I trust His promises?
Did the Old Testament folks struggle with this too? Of course, back then "everybody was doing it"...really, they were. But did that make it easier? In our day, we are pretty detached from the agricultural way of life and, well, if my beans don't come up, I can always buy canned ones from the store (sorry, yuck). To most of us our gardens are a hobby. We have the store to fall back on, but our ancestors and the O.T. folks did not. It seems that it is far easier to write a check than to hand over food that you have lovingly labored over. When you give the first fruits, you have no idea what can go wrong in the meantime, or what your yield will actually look like. It is an exercise in faith and trust.
In my devotions today, the scripture passage was 1 Timothy 4:10, "To this end we toil and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of those who believe." The devotional goes on to talk about the hard work of sanctification. That growing in the knowledge of God is exhausting and progress is wearying. That left to ourselves, we would give up striving and be discouraged with our progress. It is discouraging for me to have to wrestle with this same issue every year. What is so sad is that I have always had enough. Always. So, after six years, you would think I had a better handle on this. Well, maybe a bit better. I don't try and talk myself out of it anymore. I've been battling with this each summer, so I know all the stupid arguments that I will throw at myself. The worst part of this whole exercise is that I really enjoy giving my veggies away! When I can give something that is a little part of me, it truly is a joyful thing. Another reason, I can't figure why I still struggle.
The long and short of it is that God uses my garden for my sanctification. He gives me the opportunity to trust him through my veggies. It might even be that whole "working out your salvation with fear and trembling" thing going on. I know that I will continue to delight in giving and just need to continue to prayerfully work out the kinks that come in the summer.
Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed--not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence--continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose." Philippians 2:12 & 13 NIV
Monday, June 29, 2009
Farmers and the Rest of Us
"Vocation is all about how God works through human beings."
This article by Gene Edward Veith is in the June issue of Tabletalk. While other things are discussed, I thought his insights into our vocation and God's calling in our lives was very well written.
"We are not all called to be farmers. But whatever our vocations, we can all be sowers who go out to sow."
This article by Gene Edward Veith is in the June issue of Tabletalk. While other things are discussed, I thought his insights into our vocation and God's calling in our lives was very well written.
"We are not all called to be farmers. But whatever our vocations, we can all be sowers who go out to sow."
Friday, June 12, 2009
Successful Replanting
In my daily tour of the garden, I was pleased to see that the green beans that I replanted are up! Thanks to a wee bit of rain, a noisy aluminum pie pan and, mostly, The Master Gardener.
It is a relief to see them up. As long as nothing else happens to them, we should be up to our eye balls in beans. I'll need to keep an eye out for critters since the beans are in the new part of the garden and a bit closer to the woods. I've seen a rabbit out in the field, but not near the garden, yet.
While we did not get as much rain as other folks, it certainly seemed to perk things up. The broccoli is looking wonderful. Everything seemed to benefit from the rain we received (imagine that)...even the weeds.
O LORD,
I marvel that thou shouldst become incarnate, be crucified, dead, and buried....
O Lord, there is much ill about me - crucify it,
much flesh within me - mortify it.
Purge me from selfishness, the fear of man, the love of approbation,
the shame of being thought old-fashioned,
the desire to be cultivated or modern....
Give me courage for all the trials, and grace for all the joys.
Help me to be a holy, happy person,
free from every wrong desire,
from everything contrary to thy mind.
Grant me more and more of the resurrection life:
May it rule me,
May I walk in its power, and be strengthened through its influence.
--an excerpt from Crucifixion and Resurrection from The Valley of Vision
It is a relief to see them up. As long as nothing else happens to them, we should be up to our eye balls in beans. I'll need to keep an eye out for critters since the beans are in the new part of the garden and a bit closer to the woods. I've seen a rabbit out in the field, but not near the garden, yet.
While we did not get as much rain as other folks, it certainly seemed to perk things up. The broccoli is looking wonderful. Everything seemed to benefit from the rain we received (imagine that)...even the weeds.
O LORD,
I marvel that thou shouldst become incarnate, be crucified, dead, and buried....
O Lord, there is much ill about me - crucify it,
much flesh within me - mortify it.
Purge me from selfishness, the fear of man, the love of approbation,
the shame of being thought old-fashioned,
the desire to be cultivated or modern....
Give me courage for all the trials, and grace for all the joys.
Help me to be a holy, happy person,
free from every wrong desire,
from everything contrary to thy mind.
Grant me more and more of the resurrection life:
May it rule me,
May I walk in its power, and be strengthened through its influence.
--an excerpt from Crucifixion and Resurrection from The Valley of Vision
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Crop Failure
On the 25th of May, I planted my green beans.
Green beans are the main veggie in our household. They are easy enough to can, which our family seems to prefer over frozen. This is OK with me, since we eat to many, it leaves more room in the freezer. Green beans eaten freshly picked with melted butter...oh yeah. My hubby likes them with olive oil; he likes everything with olive oil.
There is only one other time that I have had trouble with my beans. One year about half the seeds never came up! One whole row. This year, none of them came up. Day after day I would go to check to see if they were beginning to peak through the ground...nothing. On Friday, I dug around a bit to see what was going on underground...nothing. So, Saturday, I got out our little Mantis tiller and worked up the area where the beans had been planted. I found the remains of only two bean seeds. Neither were even sprouted. Thankfully, there remained enough seeds to replant the two long rows of beans. I put some old CDs on string and hung them from stakes to, hopefully, help keep the birds away with the movement and flashing sunlight. I also hung up an old aluminum pie pan out to make some noise.
Our garden gives us the bulk of our vegetables for the year. Since we are no longer such an agrarian society, I think that it becomes so easy to forget how much we are dependant on God for our food. Even with all the technology that the huge farms use, they still are dependant on the Creator for the growth of their crops.
All this helps me remember that I can plant the seeds, but I am not in charge of their growing. I am totally dependant on the Creator for rain and other favorable conditions to grow the plant that gives us food. I plant and pick and preserve (there is sweat in there, too...remember that whole "...by the sweat of your brow" thing?).
Of course this goes hand in hand with sharing the gospel. We are to used by God to plant seeds. God gives the increase. We are not in charge of what God does with the seeds.
R. C. Sproul said in this month's Tabletalk, that " I can take no credit for the response that I made for Christ. God not only initiated my salvation, He not only sowed the seed, but He made sure that the seed germinated in my heart by regenerating me by the power of the Holy Ghost. That regeneration is a necessary condition for the seed to take root and to flourish." God does all the work from beginning to end.
May I continue to grow in Christ as his seedling, working my salvation out with fear and trembling. I am praying, too, for my little garden and its increase.
Green beans are the main veggie in our household. They are easy enough to can, which our family seems to prefer over frozen. This is OK with me, since we eat to many, it leaves more room in the freezer. Green beans eaten freshly picked with melted butter...oh yeah. My hubby likes them with olive oil; he likes everything with olive oil.
There is only one other time that I have had trouble with my beans. One year about half the seeds never came up! One whole row. This year, none of them came up. Day after day I would go to check to see if they were beginning to peak through the ground...nothing. On Friday, I dug around a bit to see what was going on underground...nothing. So, Saturday, I got out our little Mantis tiller and worked up the area where the beans had been planted. I found the remains of only two bean seeds. Neither were even sprouted. Thankfully, there remained enough seeds to replant the two long rows of beans. I put some old CDs on string and hung them from stakes to, hopefully, help keep the birds away with the movement and flashing sunlight. I also hung up an old aluminum pie pan out to make some noise.
Our garden gives us the bulk of our vegetables for the year. Since we are no longer such an agrarian society, I think that it becomes so easy to forget how much we are dependant on God for our food. Even with all the technology that the huge farms use, they still are dependant on the Creator for the growth of their crops.
All this helps me remember that I can plant the seeds, but I am not in charge of their growing. I am totally dependant on the Creator for rain and other favorable conditions to grow the plant that gives us food. I plant and pick and preserve (there is sweat in there, too...remember that whole "...by the sweat of your brow" thing?).
Of course this goes hand in hand with sharing the gospel. We are to used by God to plant seeds. God gives the increase. We are not in charge of what God does with the seeds.
R. C. Sproul said in this month's Tabletalk, that " I can take no credit for the response that I made for Christ. God not only initiated my salvation, He not only sowed the seed, but He made sure that the seed germinated in my heart by regenerating me by the power of the Holy Ghost. That regeneration is a necessary condition for the seed to take root and to flourish." God does all the work from beginning to end.
May I continue to grow in Christ as his seedling, working my salvation out with fear and trembling. I am praying, too, for my little garden and its increase.
Heavenly Scent
In my weed-infested perennial gardens are one of my favorite flowers...Dianthus Bath's Pink. These dainty pink flowers have the most amazing scent. It is almost reminiscent of fresh cotton candy. These flowers have been in full bloom for a little over a week filling the air all around the back patio with the most refreshing aroma. It seems that my Bath's Pink smell especially wonderful this year. The pure joy of enjoying these flowers is so very relaxing.
After enjoying some time outside the other day, I began to wonder if Heaven would have the scent of my Bath's Pinks. How amazing to have a heavenly garden full of fresh fragrances filling the air...with no weeds. It would be most "Heavenly".
O DIVINE REDEEMER,
Great was thy goodness in undertaking my redemption, in consenting to be made sin for me, in conquering all my foes;
Great was thy strength in enduring the extremities of divine wrath, in taking away the load of my iniquities...
Great was thy wisdom in devising this means of salvation; Bathe my soul in rich consolations of thy resurrection life;
Great was thy grace in commanding me to come hand in hand with thee to the Father,
to be knit to him eternally,
to discover in him my rest,
to find in him my peace,
to behold his glory,
to honour him who is alone worthy;
in giving me the Spirit as teacher, guide, power, that I may live repenting of sin,
conquer Satan, find victory in life.
When thou art absent all sorrows are here,
When thou art present all blessings are mine.
--Excerpts from Victory from the book, The Valley of Vision
After enjoying some time outside the other day, I began to wonder if Heaven would have the scent of my Bath's Pinks. How amazing to have a heavenly garden full of fresh fragrances filling the air...with no weeds. It would be most "Heavenly".
O DIVINE REDEEMER,
Great was thy goodness in undertaking my redemption, in consenting to be made sin for me, in conquering all my foes;
Great was thy strength in enduring the extremities of divine wrath, in taking away the load of my iniquities...
Great was thy wisdom in devising this means of salvation; Bathe my soul in rich consolations of thy resurrection life;
Great was thy grace in commanding me to come hand in hand with thee to the Father,
to be knit to him eternally,
to discover in him my rest,
to find in him my peace,
to behold his glory,
to honour him who is alone worthy;
in giving me the Spirit as teacher, guide, power, that I may live repenting of sin,
conquer Satan, find victory in life.
When thou art absent all sorrows are here,
When thou art present all blessings are mine.
--Excerpts from Victory from the book, The Valley of Vision
Monday, May 25, 2009
Who's Bright Idea Was This Anyway??
All winter I was anxious to expand our garden. We have not had room to plant things that have big vines such as cantaloupe or watermelon. We have not planted corn since we moved here either.
My dear husband has spent over a week trying to get the sod off so we could plant so new and exciting plants. Since he has a backhoe, he thought that it would make it easier to tear the sod off and try and bury it...however, it looked better on paper than it really worked. We spent several days trying to dig up the sod and break the soil off the bottom. Along with all that, there is a healthy crop of rocks and glass. We know that the previous owners had a garden on this spot in the past. It seems that it was also used as a garbage dump. We have found all sorts of broken glass and pottery. And did I say that we have rocks?? So that meant that the garden needed raked and the rocks--at least some of them--needed removed. Today, the bulk of the new garden was done. We have actually doubled the size of the garden area. One neighbor asked if I didn't have enough to do.
Friday I was able to plant the carrots, a few beets, some extra onions, red potatoes and radishes in the old part. Today, we were able to plant two rows of green beans in the new garden. We put in a dozen tomatoes and one grape tomato. It's a start. We want to plant corn, cucumbers, cantaloupe, green and red peppers and we are waiting for the arrival of our sweet potatoes from Johnny's. We'll see what ends up where.
I was very tempted a few of our warm days to get some things planted, but I am thankful that I did not. We had frost three mornings in a row last week. One morning it was below 28 degrees, which nipped our grapes badly. We may have just a few grapes this year. It seems that our blueberries got nipped a bit, too, even though we did cover them. We'll have to wait to see what the damage is later.
Our asparagus has been doing well. I've been freezing some...when we are not eating it each day. The rhubard is going crazy, as usual. I could eat rhubard crisp or rhubarb pie every day! The onions are up and the peas are thinking about blossoming. It won't be long before I'm picking peas.
If the rain holds off (even though we really need some), I'll try and get corn in tomorrow and perhaps the peppers. We were both worn out and very red by the end of the day today.
Soon, the garden will be all planted then it will be in the hands of the Creator. It has been a long week working hard in the sun and getting very dirty. I'm so thankful that we have the acreage to plant more food, not only for ourselves, but our family and friends. I'm also thankful for a husband who is willing to help with his wife's crazy idea of garden expansion.
Thou hast been mindful of me and visited me,
taken charge of me from birth,
cared in all conditions for me,
fed me at thy table,
drawn the curtains of love around me,
given me new mercies every morning....
May thy goodness always lead me to repentance,
and thy longsuffering prove my salvation.
--an excerpt from Caring Love from The Valley of Vision
My dear husband has spent over a week trying to get the sod off so we could plant so new and exciting plants. Since he has a backhoe, he thought that it would make it easier to tear the sod off and try and bury it...however, it looked better on paper than it really worked. We spent several days trying to dig up the sod and break the soil off the bottom. Along with all that, there is a healthy crop of rocks and glass. We know that the previous owners had a garden on this spot in the past. It seems that it was also used as a garbage dump. We have found all sorts of broken glass and pottery. And did I say that we have rocks?? So that meant that the garden needed raked and the rocks--at least some of them--needed removed. Today, the bulk of the new garden was done. We have actually doubled the size of the garden area. One neighbor asked if I didn't have enough to do.
Friday I was able to plant the carrots, a few beets, some extra onions, red potatoes and radishes in the old part. Today, we were able to plant two rows of green beans in the new garden. We put in a dozen tomatoes and one grape tomato. It's a start. We want to plant corn, cucumbers, cantaloupe, green and red peppers and we are waiting for the arrival of our sweet potatoes from Johnny's. We'll see what ends up where.
I was very tempted a few of our warm days to get some things planted, but I am thankful that I did not. We had frost three mornings in a row last week. One morning it was below 28 degrees, which nipped our grapes badly. We may have just a few grapes this year. It seems that our blueberries got nipped a bit, too, even though we did cover them. We'll have to wait to see what the damage is later.
Our asparagus has been doing well. I've been freezing some...when we are not eating it each day. The rhubard is going crazy, as usual. I could eat rhubard crisp or rhubarb pie every day! The onions are up and the peas are thinking about blossoming. It won't be long before I'm picking peas.
If the rain holds off (even though we really need some), I'll try and get corn in tomorrow and perhaps the peppers. We were both worn out and very red by the end of the day today.
Soon, the garden will be all planted then it will be in the hands of the Creator. It has been a long week working hard in the sun and getting very dirty. I'm so thankful that we have the acreage to plant more food, not only for ourselves, but our family and friends. I'm also thankful for a husband who is willing to help with his wife's crazy idea of garden expansion.
Thou hast been mindful of me and visited me,
taken charge of me from birth,
cared in all conditions for me,
fed me at thy table,
drawn the curtains of love around me,
given me new mercies every morning....
May thy goodness always lead me to repentance,
and thy longsuffering prove my salvation.
--an excerpt from Caring Love from The Valley of Vision
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
First Fruits
We have experienced some beautiful and rather warm lately and that has brought on the rhubarb and asparagus!
These 'first fruits' of the spring are so welcomed. Rhubarb can be wonderful, it just needs a bit of sweetener. We have had some stewed, which just means that I cooked it in a pan with some sugar and a bit of water until it was runny. So good, warm or cold. I make Rhubarb Crisp this evening for dessert. This is one of my favorites. It is easy to put together and has some nutmeg in it, which I am becoming convinced has addictive properties, especially when it's warm. Put some ice cream on top and you have a wonderful dessert, or snack.
The asparagus is just chock full of vitamins. It has been called a perfect food. We like it steamed, or baked covered with olive oil. I like mine covered in butter. I'm looking forward to filling the freezer with this yummy stuff soon. It is a delight to have this in the winter. It just screams "Spring"!!
It won't be long until I get some other goodies planted in the garden. I need to get my broccoli and spinich in soon.
The old, large apple trees that my husband pruned, are in blossom! I guess that means we didn't kill them! Apple blossoms are just beautiful! (All the blooming trees seem just spectacular this year.) I was able to find a Cortland apple tree to add to our little orchard! Our two smaller apple trees appear to be doing well. I am anxious to see if we get any apples this year from our newbies. We've decided that each of the little apple trees will be in honor of the grandkids. I hope to plant a tree, preferably a fruit tree of some kind, for each of them. We want them to grow and bear fruit for the Kingdom, just like their trees.
The grass has been cut. With the rainfall, no doubt I'll be back at it again this weekend. I'm already sporting my farmer tan.
I am so thankful for the warmer days and nights. The sunshine is so welcomed after this winter. The warmth of the sun feels good all the way to my bones.
I trust that you, too, are enjoying the wonderful spring weather and the changes that it brings.
These 'first fruits' of the spring are so welcomed. Rhubarb can be wonderful, it just needs a bit of sweetener. We have had some stewed, which just means that I cooked it in a pan with some sugar and a bit of water until it was runny. So good, warm or cold. I make Rhubarb Crisp this evening for dessert. This is one of my favorites. It is easy to put together and has some nutmeg in it, which I am becoming convinced has addictive properties, especially when it's warm. Put some ice cream on top and you have a wonderful dessert, or snack.
The asparagus is just chock full of vitamins. It has been called a perfect food. We like it steamed, or baked covered with olive oil. I like mine covered in butter. I'm looking forward to filling the freezer with this yummy stuff soon. It is a delight to have this in the winter. It just screams "Spring"!!
It won't be long until I get some other goodies planted in the garden. I need to get my broccoli and spinich in soon.
The old, large apple trees that my husband pruned, are in blossom! I guess that means we didn't kill them! Apple blossoms are just beautiful! (All the blooming trees seem just spectacular this year.) I was able to find a Cortland apple tree to add to our little orchard! Our two smaller apple trees appear to be doing well. I am anxious to see if we get any apples this year from our newbies. We've decided that each of the little apple trees will be in honor of the grandkids. I hope to plant a tree, preferably a fruit tree of some kind, for each of them. We want them to grow and bear fruit for the Kingdom, just like their trees.
The grass has been cut. With the rainfall, no doubt I'll be back at it again this weekend. I'm already sporting my farmer tan.
I am so thankful for the warmer days and nights. The sunshine is so welcomed after this winter. The warmth of the sun feels good all the way to my bones.
I trust that you, too, are enjoying the wonderful spring weather and the changes that it brings.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Pop? Coke? Soda?
How often have you had the "pop vs. soda" argument??
This is a fun map and a great look at our country in a different way.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/74/Sodavspopvscoke.png
This was posted on a friend's site...I just thought it was very interesting!--thanks, Dan.
This is a fun map and a great look at our country in a different way.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/74/Sodavspopvscoke.png
This was posted on a friend's site...I just thought it was very interesting!--thanks, Dan.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Dirt Work
When the seeds I ordered arrived, I became anxious to plant something, anything. It was just not time yet, to cold for anything. I was hoping to get my peas planted by March 17, but didn't quite make it. But the sunny day that I was able to get out and run our little tiller enough to work up a spot in the garden for the peas was a good day. Three rows of peas are in--one more than last year. Last year, I said that I wouldn't plant peas again. They were everywhere! I tried running a string for them to climb; they broke the string and ended up a tangled mess. It was hard to get into the rows to pick without stepping on the vines. But, eating our own peas during the winter changed my mind. I'll try and deal with them for the taste of our own baby peas.
The smell of the freshly turned soil was a welcomed fragrance on a brisk, but sunny day. I also found a use for some of the CDs that I was given from my time on the pulpit seach committee--they are hanging from a string on a stake between the rows rotating and flashing sunlight to keep the birds away. We'll see how they work.
It won't be long before we are able to enjoy some fresh rhubarb. Our three plants have already shown themselves.
Hubby spent an entire day pruning our ancient apple trees. I'm anxious to see if they come back and bear better fruit. This also opens up the entire orchard area and our little apple tree should get more light, which was greatly needed. We desire to get some cherry trees and at least one more apple tree. My hope is to get a Cortland tree this spring.
We are hosting the family for Easter here, so I really need to clean!
The smell of the freshly turned soil was a welcomed fragrance on a brisk, but sunny day. I also found a use for some of the CDs that I was given from my time on the pulpit seach committee--they are hanging from a string on a stake between the rows rotating and flashing sunlight to keep the birds away. We'll see how they work.
It won't be long before we are able to enjoy some fresh rhubarb. Our three plants have already shown themselves.
Hubby spent an entire day pruning our ancient apple trees. I'm anxious to see if they come back and bear better fruit. This also opens up the entire orchard area and our little apple tree should get more light, which was greatly needed. We desire to get some cherry trees and at least one more apple tree. My hope is to get a Cortland tree this spring.
We are hosting the family for Easter here, so I really need to clean!
Feed Mill Memories
I'm sure you've heard about how Spring is a time for renewal, growth and new life, and it is. This year, spring has been a time of nostalgia.
One of the delights of the spring planting season for me is a trip to the Bowser's Feed Store. It may sound like I have no life when a trip to the feed store is a big event, but it brings back fond memories.
The feed store has two areas. One is the "inside" part of the store where one can purchase some horse tack and dog collars and toys and other smaller items. The main part of the store is accessed by a large garage door entrance; about the only light to the dark, wooden interior. Here, the scent of the grains and fresh ground feeds is the first thing that takes me back in time. There is the sound of boots walking on worn, wide plank flooring; neat stacks of bags of dog food, rabbit and chicken feed stacked higher than I could reach on every side. As I walk to the back of the store is the area where the bulk seeds are kept, my eyes adjust from the brightness of the outdoors to the darkness of the old building. No big, bright, colorful display here. Just a well-worn shelf brightened only by a small light hanging above. Sitting on the shelf are plastic containers that are reminicent of canning jars full of smaller seeds with a worn seed label taped to it. Among the choices are carrots, zucchini, lettuce, turnips, radishes. peas and beets. An old, metal scale also sits on the shelf for weighing out the purchase. Underneath this shelf are two rows of bins that contain several varieties of sweet corn and green beans. Each bin has it's own small, handwritten label. There are sacks of onion sets open with the variety written on the side. I'm told the seed potatoes have just arrived.
When I was younger, I would often go with my dad to Roth's Feed Mill in Prospect to get cracked corn and other feeds. Roth's Mill had the old mill workings where you could see them, the wood floors the creaked and moaned under the weight of sacks of flour and grain. The scents were always what I noticed first. Mills seem to have a distinct, sweet aroma. We would walk up the wooden stairs onto the main floor and wait until a worker took our request and filled it. If I was alone, the gentleman always offered to carry it to the trunk of the car for me. To pay for your purchase, you sent up a small set of steep stairs to the office. There, you received a written receipt for your purchase, no matter how small. Growing up, going inside with my dad was never a problem. But going inside alone, was a bit scary. Sometimes it was so loud and the one or two workers there didn't always notice a scared, skinny girl waiting at the door to get some flour or feed. Only one other time did I see another female there. This seemed to me a hard core manly farmer place that women were not excluded, but just rarely darkened the door.
Roth's had a separate building for seeds and farm and garden items. Shovels, buckets and dog food lined the shelves of what was an old grocery store. Much of what I remember about this store building is fading in my memory. I remember the Mill best. My trips to our Feed Mill in Worthington brings back the sights and sounds of my trips to Roth's with dad. He passed away going on nine years this month. He taught me everything about gardening, pitching and stacking hay bales and the cleaning of barn stalls (oh yeah, loved doing that in January-NOT).
Going to the Bowser's Feed Store is not only a trip down memory lane, but a delightful experience when shopping for my seeds. It is hard to leave and I find myself trying to look for excuses to hang around and drink in the scents and sounds. I still need to buy my seed potatoes. Looks like another trip to Bowser's is in the future. Now, what else can I find to buy there??
"Suffer me not to forget that I look for yet greater blessings--
a hope beyond the grave,
the earnest and foretastes of immortality,
holiness, wisdom, strength, peace, joy;
all these thou hast provided for me in Christ.
I grieve to think how insensible I have been
of the claims of thy authority, and the endearments of thy love;
how little I have credited thy truth,
trusted thy promises,
feared thy threats,
obeyed thy commands,
improved my advantages,
welcomed thy warnings,
responded to thy grace;
but nothwithstanding my desert I yet live.
May thy goodness always lead me to repentance,
and thy longsuffering prove my salvation."
--excerpts from a portion of Caring Love a Puritan prayer written in The Valley of Vision
One of the delights of the spring planting season for me is a trip to the Bowser's Feed Store. It may sound like I have no life when a trip to the feed store is a big event, but it brings back fond memories.
The feed store has two areas. One is the "inside" part of the store where one can purchase some horse tack and dog collars and toys and other smaller items. The main part of the store is accessed by a large garage door entrance; about the only light to the dark, wooden interior. Here, the scent of the grains and fresh ground feeds is the first thing that takes me back in time. There is the sound of boots walking on worn, wide plank flooring; neat stacks of bags of dog food, rabbit and chicken feed stacked higher than I could reach on every side. As I walk to the back of the store is the area where the bulk seeds are kept, my eyes adjust from the brightness of the outdoors to the darkness of the old building. No big, bright, colorful display here. Just a well-worn shelf brightened only by a small light hanging above. Sitting on the shelf are plastic containers that are reminicent of canning jars full of smaller seeds with a worn seed label taped to it. Among the choices are carrots, zucchini, lettuce, turnips, radishes. peas and beets. An old, metal scale also sits on the shelf for weighing out the purchase. Underneath this shelf are two rows of bins that contain several varieties of sweet corn and green beans. Each bin has it's own small, handwritten label. There are sacks of onion sets open with the variety written on the side. I'm told the seed potatoes have just arrived.
When I was younger, I would often go with my dad to Roth's Feed Mill in Prospect to get cracked corn and other feeds. Roth's Mill had the old mill workings where you could see them, the wood floors the creaked and moaned under the weight of sacks of flour and grain. The scents were always what I noticed first. Mills seem to have a distinct, sweet aroma. We would walk up the wooden stairs onto the main floor and wait until a worker took our request and filled it. If I was alone, the gentleman always offered to carry it to the trunk of the car for me. To pay for your purchase, you sent up a small set of steep stairs to the office. There, you received a written receipt for your purchase, no matter how small. Growing up, going inside with my dad was never a problem. But going inside alone, was a bit scary. Sometimes it was so loud and the one or two workers there didn't always notice a scared, skinny girl waiting at the door to get some flour or feed. Only one other time did I see another female there. This seemed to me a hard core manly farmer place that women were not excluded, but just rarely darkened the door.
Roth's had a separate building for seeds and farm and garden items. Shovels, buckets and dog food lined the shelves of what was an old grocery store. Much of what I remember about this store building is fading in my memory. I remember the Mill best. My trips to our Feed Mill in Worthington brings back the sights and sounds of my trips to Roth's with dad. He passed away going on nine years this month. He taught me everything about gardening, pitching and stacking hay bales and the cleaning of barn stalls (oh yeah, loved doing that in January-NOT).
Going to the Bowser's Feed Store is not only a trip down memory lane, but a delightful experience when shopping for my seeds. It is hard to leave and I find myself trying to look for excuses to hang around and drink in the scents and sounds. I still need to buy my seed potatoes. Looks like another trip to Bowser's is in the future. Now, what else can I find to buy there??
"Suffer me not to forget that I look for yet greater blessings--
a hope beyond the grave,
the earnest and foretastes of immortality,
holiness, wisdom, strength, peace, joy;
all these thou hast provided for me in Christ.
I grieve to think how insensible I have been
of the claims of thy authority, and the endearments of thy love;
how little I have credited thy truth,
trusted thy promises,
feared thy threats,
obeyed thy commands,
improved my advantages,
welcomed thy warnings,
responded to thy grace;
but nothwithstanding my desert I yet live.
May thy goodness always lead me to repentance,
and thy longsuffering prove my salvation."
--excerpts from a portion of Caring Love a Puritan prayer written in The Valley of Vision
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Poking Plants
March has arrived in style to Western PA this year. We have enjoyed some beautiful weather. Many times March gives a snow storms that really dump a ton of snow on us. The snow doesn't last long, but it is a dumping none the less. This year, at least so far, we have been snow-free. Of course, it's not over and it has been known to snow in April. March could go out like a lion.
Our beautiful weather has started things happening in the garden. A trip out the other day to dump compost revealed some "pink" showing from the ground in the rhubarb patch and a neat row of green tips poking through the soil where I planted my garlic last fall. The lilacs are getting buds, too. I am getting anxious to plant peas.
Taking advantage of the warm weather this morning, I hung out clothes and enjoyed my devotions in the sun. I wasn't out all that long, but I managed to acquire a pink nose and cheeks. My skin, along with the rest of me, has to get used to all this sunshine!
The retirement papers were signed today...again. Lord willing, for the last time. The final letter needs to be signed and then there is no going back. We will then see what God has planned for the next phase of our lives.
Teach me to be resigned to thy will, to delight in thy law, to have no will but thine, to believe that everything thou doest is for my good.
Help me to leave my concerns in thy hands, for thou hast power over evil, and bringest from it an infinite progression of good, until thy purposes are fulfilled.
--an excerpt from The Valley of Vision entitled Divine Promises
With all that is going on in our country these days, I need to remember those lines. God is in control. He has a plan, I may not understand it and I am only able to see my small part in the big picture, but I have to trust and hang on to His promises. He wins! He has already defeated evil.
Our beautiful weather has started things happening in the garden. A trip out the other day to dump compost revealed some "pink" showing from the ground in the rhubarb patch and a neat row of green tips poking through the soil where I planted my garlic last fall. The lilacs are getting buds, too. I am getting anxious to plant peas.
Taking advantage of the warm weather this morning, I hung out clothes and enjoyed my devotions in the sun. I wasn't out all that long, but I managed to acquire a pink nose and cheeks. My skin, along with the rest of me, has to get used to all this sunshine!
The retirement papers were signed today...again. Lord willing, for the last time. The final letter needs to be signed and then there is no going back. We will then see what God has planned for the next phase of our lives.
Teach me to be resigned to thy will, to delight in thy law, to have no will but thine, to believe that everything thou doest is for my good.
Help me to leave my concerns in thy hands, for thou hast power over evil, and bringest from it an infinite progression of good, until thy purposes are fulfilled.
--an excerpt from The Valley of Vision entitled Divine Promises
With all that is going on in our country these days, I need to remember those lines. God is in control. He has a plan, I may not understand it and I am only able to see my small part in the big picture, but I have to trust and hang on to His promises. He wins! He has already defeated evil.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Yeah for Sunshine and Warmer Weather!
Nothing gets me more excited for Spring than a warmer, sunny day in March and placing my seed order.
Today I finally sat down and made out my seed order. One order was to Johnny's Selected Seeds and it contains my seeds for lettuce, spinach, edemame, garlic, carrots and sweet potatoes. The garlic will be shipped in October for fall planting and the sweet potatoes will be shipped in late May. The sweet potatoes will be a new item for us. Russ, who took my order, was very helpful. I still need to see what else I need, or may want to try.
I have green bean seeds left over from last year. The rest of my seed purchases will be made at the Bowser's Feed Store nearby. They have peas, onions, beets, red potatoes and corn that I like. I also like to support the local guy when I can. The owner is so forbearing with me. He lets me purchases five zucchini seeds. I really don't like buying seeds that I end up throwing away. I would rather pay the full price than waste them. He was so gracious to charge me a minimum amount for the few seeds I bought. As you may know, every zucchini seed will grow and produce enough fruit for thousands of people. The neighbors run when they see you coming trying to give them away. One or two plants is more than enough...at least for us.
Another thought I have in expanding our garden is to try red raspberries. This is another new item for us. We'll see if we can get a place prepared for them.
Our yard is a mess from two substantial wind storms we have had recently. I hope to get some of that yard mess cleaned up today. It will take several days to get the pine cones that are strewn all over our front yard, as well as the neighbors.
I also need to get some sewing finished up and get the grapes and apple tree pruned.
I hope you are able to enjoy the nice weather.
O God, the Author of all Good,
I come to thee for the grace another day will require for its duites and events. I step out into a wicked world, I carry about with me an evil heart, I know that without thee I can do nother, that everything with which I shall be concerned, however harmless in itself, may prove an occasion of sin or folly, unless I am kept by thy power.
Teach me how to use the world, and not abuse it, to improve my talents, to redeem my time, to walk in wisdom toward those without, and in kindness to those within, to do good to all men, and especially to my fellow Christians,
And to thee be the glory.
excerpts from Morning Needs, from The Valley of Visions, A collection of Puritan prayers and devotions.
Today I finally sat down and made out my seed order. One order was to Johnny's Selected Seeds and it contains my seeds for lettuce, spinach, edemame, garlic, carrots and sweet potatoes. The garlic will be shipped in October for fall planting and the sweet potatoes will be shipped in late May. The sweet potatoes will be a new item for us. Russ, who took my order, was very helpful. I still need to see what else I need, or may want to try.
I have green bean seeds left over from last year. The rest of my seed purchases will be made at the Bowser's Feed Store nearby. They have peas, onions, beets, red potatoes and corn that I like. I also like to support the local guy when I can. The owner is so forbearing with me. He lets me purchases five zucchini seeds. I really don't like buying seeds that I end up throwing away. I would rather pay the full price than waste them. He was so gracious to charge me a minimum amount for the few seeds I bought. As you may know, every zucchini seed will grow and produce enough fruit for thousands of people. The neighbors run when they see you coming trying to give them away. One or two plants is more than enough...at least for us.
Another thought I have in expanding our garden is to try red raspberries. This is another new item for us. We'll see if we can get a place prepared for them.
Our yard is a mess from two substantial wind storms we have had recently. I hope to get some of that yard mess cleaned up today. It will take several days to get the pine cones that are strewn all over our front yard, as well as the neighbors.
I also need to get some sewing finished up and get the grapes and apple tree pruned.
I hope you are able to enjoy the nice weather.
O God, the Author of all Good,
I come to thee for the grace another day will require for its duites and events. I step out into a wicked world, I carry about with me an evil heart, I know that without thee I can do nother, that everything with which I shall be concerned, however harmless in itself, may prove an occasion of sin or folly, unless I am kept by thy power.
Teach me how to use the world, and not abuse it, to improve my talents, to redeem my time, to walk in wisdom toward those without, and in kindness to those within, to do good to all men, and especially to my fellow Christians,
And to thee be the glory.
excerpts from Morning Needs, from The Valley of Visions, A collection of Puritan prayers and devotions.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Homemade Ice Cream with Pizza
What could be better than homemade ice cream with good friends?
For three or years our family has been trying to find a date that would suit our Amish friends to get together in the winter for homemade ice cream and a good visit. It has been difficult finding a day that would suit so many and not have the weather be an issue. Well, it finally happened on Friday.
My husband and I brought my mom, since she knows these folks, too. We all met at Sarah & Wallie's. There were five Amish families plus the three of us. One family from Ohio and another was from Punxsutawney. So there were folks we had not seen for quite some time. It seemed like hundreds of kids having a great time together. There were really 28 of us all together. It was unfortunate that none of my kids could be there. These folks were all anxious to meet our grandsons, but you can't plan for everything, and we didn't plan for a sick boy. Our youngest was away on business in Philly.
With so many mouths to feed, everyone pitched in. The Byler girls made pizza and the ice cream and mom and I brought pretzel salad, cake, pies and cookies. All of this washed down with the sweetest, coldest spring water I have ever tasted. So you can see that if you went hungry it was your own fault!
It seems that my eyes have been 'spoiled' by our lights. It was difficult for me to adjust to the lamp light. After awhile, it seemed a bit better, but I was wishing for one more light. (Could it be my age??? lol )
When we arrived, the men were gathered in one room, while the women were making preparations. The children all enjoyed playing in the room off the kitchen. When it was time to eat, the men were slow in getting to the food table in the kitchen, so, the kids were served first. then the men arrived, then the women. The men ate in the room where they were visiting and the women in the kitchen. The kids were everywhere in between.
When it was time to clean up, I was anxious to exercise my dry sink skills. Elizabeth, the matriarch of the family insisted that since I was a grandma, that I sit and let the girls do the clean up. So, I scraped a few plates and gathered silverware, but didn't get a chance to do dishes. How's that for strange--I wanted to do the dishes! The kids had left quite a few potato chip pieces on the floor, so I offered to sweep up a bit under the table. Well, I guess I can't talk and sweep at the same time because, it wasn't long before Elizabeth was laughing at me stepping in my pile of crumbs! Of course, I just couldn't see it! We all laughed and I finally managed to get the floor cleaned up.
The women talked about our gardens and babies and spring chores that were upcoming. Later on the girls showed me how they make little soft, handkerchief toys for their kids to play quietly with during their three hour church services. What a challenge keeping little ones entertained and quiet for three hours! I was able to learn how to make a 'mouse'. Lizzie showed me how to make a 'baby', a 'set of twins' and a 'bonnet' for the baby. It was so cute to see the little ones learning how to make them, too. A dear little five year old helped to teach me how to make the mouse.
Of course, the subject of chickens came up. I was even offered an entire flock and the hen house, with the manure included! But, I don't think we will be doing chickens any time soon. It seems that hubby is not interested in raising chickens. Oh, well. It's not like I don't have anything to do around here.
The group talked about having another get together in June when the strawberries are in. More ice cream and fresh strawberries! I am already anxious for June to come.
I always come away from an Amish visit wanting to slow down, light my oil lamps and enjoy the quiet. While they work hard and are busy, there is a relaxed way to the things they do. It was enjoyable to observe the women work together and know each other's kitchen so well. I watched, too, as the children played together and the young girls were eager to hold babies and be helpful.
The evening wore on as we visited and some of the young ones drifted off to sleep in the corner of the room. The warmth of the coal heat and the delight of friends made for such a relaxing evening. It was hard to leave.
I am so grateful to be able to spend a simple evening with wonderful friends who make our visit to Amish country a pure delight.
For three or years our family has been trying to find a date that would suit our Amish friends to get together in the winter for homemade ice cream and a good visit. It has been difficult finding a day that would suit so many and not have the weather be an issue. Well, it finally happened on Friday.
My husband and I brought my mom, since she knows these folks, too. We all met at Sarah & Wallie's. There were five Amish families plus the three of us. One family from Ohio and another was from Punxsutawney. So there were folks we had not seen for quite some time. It seemed like hundreds of kids having a great time together. There were really 28 of us all together. It was unfortunate that none of my kids could be there. These folks were all anxious to meet our grandsons, but you can't plan for everything, and we didn't plan for a sick boy. Our youngest was away on business in Philly.
With so many mouths to feed, everyone pitched in. The Byler girls made pizza and the ice cream and mom and I brought pretzel salad, cake, pies and cookies. All of this washed down with the sweetest, coldest spring water I have ever tasted. So you can see that if you went hungry it was your own fault!
It seems that my eyes have been 'spoiled' by our lights. It was difficult for me to adjust to the lamp light. After awhile, it seemed a bit better, but I was wishing for one more light. (Could it be my age??? lol )
When we arrived, the men were gathered in one room, while the women were making preparations. The children all enjoyed playing in the room off the kitchen. When it was time to eat, the men were slow in getting to the food table in the kitchen, so, the kids were served first. then the men arrived, then the women. The men ate in the room where they were visiting and the women in the kitchen. The kids were everywhere in between.
When it was time to clean up, I was anxious to exercise my dry sink skills. Elizabeth, the matriarch of the family insisted that since I was a grandma, that I sit and let the girls do the clean up. So, I scraped a few plates and gathered silverware, but didn't get a chance to do dishes. How's that for strange--I wanted to do the dishes! The kids had left quite a few potato chip pieces on the floor, so I offered to sweep up a bit under the table. Well, I guess I can't talk and sweep at the same time because, it wasn't long before Elizabeth was laughing at me stepping in my pile of crumbs! Of course, I just couldn't see it! We all laughed and I finally managed to get the floor cleaned up.
The women talked about our gardens and babies and spring chores that were upcoming. Later on the girls showed me how they make little soft, handkerchief toys for their kids to play quietly with during their three hour church services. What a challenge keeping little ones entertained and quiet for three hours! I was able to learn how to make a 'mouse'. Lizzie showed me how to make a 'baby', a 'set of twins' and a 'bonnet' for the baby. It was so cute to see the little ones learning how to make them, too. A dear little five year old helped to teach me how to make the mouse.
Of course, the subject of chickens came up. I was even offered an entire flock and the hen house, with the manure included! But, I don't think we will be doing chickens any time soon. It seems that hubby is not interested in raising chickens. Oh, well. It's not like I don't have anything to do around here.
The group talked about having another get together in June when the strawberries are in. More ice cream and fresh strawberries! I am already anxious for June to come.
I always come away from an Amish visit wanting to slow down, light my oil lamps and enjoy the quiet. While they work hard and are busy, there is a relaxed way to the things they do. It was enjoyable to observe the women work together and know each other's kitchen so well. I watched, too, as the children played together and the young girls were eager to hold babies and be helpful.
The evening wore on as we visited and some of the young ones drifted off to sleep in the corner of the room. The warmth of the coal heat and the delight of friends made for such a relaxing evening. It was hard to leave.
I am so grateful to be able to spend a simple evening with wonderful friends who make our visit to Amish country a pure delight.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
So, Who Is In Control?
It seems awhile since I have posted anything. There has been sewing and quilting that has required my attention lately. There is a comfort to having fabric in your hands and doing something creative and constructive. One baby quilt is completed, the one for Zachary is about half way quilted. My sister's birthday present is cut out and started. Another baby quilt needs started--at least I have the fabric. There is still the Ihlenfeld reproduction quilt that I would like to spend some time on before the grass and garden season begins.
My mind has been occupied on our country as of late. I am constantly wrestling with what is racing through my mind and what I know to be true in my heart.
Our country may have been founded on Christian principles, but the people have left these guiding values and have decided that God is no longer in charge, but man.
In 1Samuel 8, there is the story of the elders of Israel that came to the prophet Samuel and asked for a king. They wanted to be like all the other surrounding countries that had kings to lead them into battle. Samuel was not pleased with the idea and when he inquired of the LORD, God told him that it was not Samuel the people had rejected, but God. At God's instruction, Samuel warned the people that a king will take your children to serve him in battle and in his household. A king will take a tenth of your crops and flocks. The best of all the people had would go to the king and they would become his slaves. Samuel's final warning was that the day would come when the people would cry out for relief from the king they had chosen and God would not answer them. Of course, as we all know, the people didn't listen. In this account, God tells the people that the king will require a tenth of their flocks and crops. That is the tithe that was to belong to God. The king's demands parallel what Israel was to give to God. The people really did reject God and wanted a king. Though they didn't listen to the warnings, the kings really did burden the people in a way God never would.
In my heart, I know that my King is in Heaven, but my heart hurts to know what is being done to our country. Socialism and Marxism have been creeping in up to this point for quite a few years, but in the last few weeks, it has been coming at break-neck speed. People wanted a 'messiah', but just like the Israelites of old, we may be crying out to God because of his burdens. Burdens that the real Messiah has never placed on us.
I am just as guilty as anyone. Surely if we just elect the 'right' man everything will work out. But there is the rub. A man. To put so much trust in a man, who can be corrupted by interests of other countries as well as by men from within who look only for their own selfish gain and power.
While America has never been a theocracy, we have a system of checks and balances built into our representative republic that is based on Christian values. The Founding Fathers realized that men are basically flawed and corruptible. But along the way the system was overrun by those who were hungry for wealth and power. Our second President, John Adams said, "Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other." When we were a more moral and religious nation, that was part of the check and balance. God-fearing people are called to do what is right, even when no one is looking, because they answer to God, not just men. People were accountable to each other. Neighbors looked out for each other and respected one another.
People of God should be model citizens, caring for the poor, obeying the laws, living peaceably with their neighbors and praying for those in authority over us. When we are not, we give all Christians a black eye and give the 'world' reason to point the finger at us and say we are not any better than anyone else. Christians are called to be perfect. Most of us realize that this will not be attained this side of heaven, but that doesn't mean we stop trying. It is our calling to be obedient. Because God has chosen us, redeemed and saved us, we obey because we love Him. In somewhat the same way as a child who loves their parents, wants to please them and be obedient.
No matter how far the stock market falls, how many more stimulus packages are brought forth, how high our taxes go or who is in the White House, God is still in control. "The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD; he directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases", Proverbs 21:1.
All this may just be me 'talking' in circles and my theology may not be completely accurate, but I guess what I'm trying to say, if only to myself, is that God is still in control of this world and I can trust him. He has not failed me and he is my real King. I should not despair.
God knows what He intends....The will of God must be done. Without effor, He molds all events into His chosen form. In the spheres of mind and matter, His dominion is absolute....God can bend the thoughts of people as easlily as we can turn on a water faucet.
Tested believer, the Lord will be as faithful to you as He has been to me. The Lord will not fail you. Do not be discouraged, "the eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everrlasting arms" (Deut. 33:27). You will conquer. You will be delivered, and God will be glorified." from C.H. Spurgeon, Beside Still Waters, Roy H. Clarke, Editor
My mind has been occupied on our country as of late. I am constantly wrestling with what is racing through my mind and what I know to be true in my heart.
Our country may have been founded on Christian principles, but the people have left these guiding values and have decided that God is no longer in charge, but man.
In 1Samuel 8, there is the story of the elders of Israel that came to the prophet Samuel and asked for a king. They wanted to be like all the other surrounding countries that had kings to lead them into battle. Samuel was not pleased with the idea and when he inquired of the LORD, God told him that it was not Samuel the people had rejected, but God. At God's instruction, Samuel warned the people that a king will take your children to serve him in battle and in his household. A king will take a tenth of your crops and flocks. The best of all the people had would go to the king and they would become his slaves. Samuel's final warning was that the day would come when the people would cry out for relief from the king they had chosen and God would not answer them. Of course, as we all know, the people didn't listen. In this account, God tells the people that the king will require a tenth of their flocks and crops. That is the tithe that was to belong to God. The king's demands parallel what Israel was to give to God. The people really did reject God and wanted a king. Though they didn't listen to the warnings, the kings really did burden the people in a way God never would.
In my heart, I know that my King is in Heaven, but my heart hurts to know what is being done to our country. Socialism and Marxism have been creeping in up to this point for quite a few years, but in the last few weeks, it has been coming at break-neck speed. People wanted a 'messiah', but just like the Israelites of old, we may be crying out to God because of his burdens. Burdens that the real Messiah has never placed on us.
I am just as guilty as anyone. Surely if we just elect the 'right' man everything will work out. But there is the rub. A man. To put so much trust in a man, who can be corrupted by interests of other countries as well as by men from within who look only for their own selfish gain and power.
While America has never been a theocracy, we have a system of checks and balances built into our representative republic that is based on Christian values. The Founding Fathers realized that men are basically flawed and corruptible. But along the way the system was overrun by those who were hungry for wealth and power. Our second President, John Adams said, "Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other." When we were a more moral and religious nation, that was part of the check and balance. God-fearing people are called to do what is right, even when no one is looking, because they answer to God, not just men. People were accountable to each other. Neighbors looked out for each other and respected one another.
People of God should be model citizens, caring for the poor, obeying the laws, living peaceably with their neighbors and praying for those in authority over us. When we are not, we give all Christians a black eye and give the 'world' reason to point the finger at us and say we are not any better than anyone else. Christians are called to be perfect. Most of us realize that this will not be attained this side of heaven, but that doesn't mean we stop trying. It is our calling to be obedient. Because God has chosen us, redeemed and saved us, we obey because we love Him. In somewhat the same way as a child who loves their parents, wants to please them and be obedient.
No matter how far the stock market falls, how many more stimulus packages are brought forth, how high our taxes go or who is in the White House, God is still in control. "The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD; he directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases", Proverbs 21:1.
All this may just be me 'talking' in circles and my theology may not be completely accurate, but I guess what I'm trying to say, if only to myself, is that God is still in control of this world and I can trust him. He has not failed me and he is my real King. I should not despair.
God knows what He intends....The will of God must be done. Without effor, He molds all events into His chosen form. In the spheres of mind and matter, His dominion is absolute....God can bend the thoughts of people as easlily as we can turn on a water faucet.
Tested believer, the Lord will be as faithful to you as He has been to me. The Lord will not fail you. Do not be discouraged, "the eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everrlasting arms" (Deut. 33:27). You will conquer. You will be delivered, and God will be glorified." from C.H. Spurgeon, Beside Still Waters, Roy H. Clarke, Editor
Monday, February 9, 2009
An Hour of Darkness?
While listening to the radio this morning, I heard an advertisement for Earth Hour to be 'celebrated' on March 28th at 8:30 pm.
God has called us to be stewards of the Earth and all that is in it. We need to be faithful to what he has called us to do. However, I do believe that he gave wisdom and insight to men and women to invent things...like electricity. We should not be wasteful of anything with which we have been blessed. That said, I am not turning off my lights at 8:30 on March 28th! My inclination is to turn every light in the house on! Of course, that is wasteful, but in some twisted way it might make me feel better.
If "every light makes a statement"? What is your statement, WWF? This is nothing more than symbolism over substance. One night a year for one hour? What does this prove?
Turn lights and other electric using appliances off when you are not using them! Just be responsible!
OK, I'm done.
God has called us to be stewards of the Earth and all that is in it. We need to be faithful to what he has called us to do. However, I do believe that he gave wisdom and insight to men and women to invent things...like electricity. We should not be wasteful of anything with which we have been blessed. That said, I am not turning off my lights at 8:30 on March 28th! My inclination is to turn every light in the house on! Of course, that is wasteful, but in some twisted way it might make me feel better.
If "every light makes a statement"? What is your statement, WWF? This is nothing more than symbolism over substance. One night a year for one hour? What does this prove?
Turn lights and other electric using appliances off when you are not using them! Just be responsible!
OK, I'm done.
The Struggling Economy Hits Home
I was privileged to see God at work the Body of Christ on Sunday. It was, what most would call 'normal', quite ordinary. There were no bright flashes of light or angels. It was amazing.
Our eldest son lost his job on Thursday. It was totally unexpected. He is the father of our two little grandsons and husband to a beautiful, loving wife. He is a hard-worker and a good provider. He called me on Thursday morning to share the news and said to get the word out. It is important to spread the news early and often. It seems that trying to find a new job is helped by spreading the information among friends and family who would have connections to other opportunities.
Being an obedient mother, I promptly called and emailed some friends and family. Many offered prayers for another position. Some offered ideas of places that may be hiring.
On Sunday, right after church was over, I had two people--ones that I had not called or emailed--offer prayers and one offered employment information. There are two other families that I know of who have also lost their jobs recently. My husband spoke with one gentleman and I called an other's family member with job opportunities that we had heard about that may be best suited for their skill set.
It was one church family member helping another. It was genuine care and concern for the members of the family.
Our church has had a rocky ride for the last several years. Sometimes it has been difficult to see God working. It was so refreshing to be part of how God is working. It shouldn't amaze me or surprise me when God's people do what they are called to do. It happens all the time with no fanfare or bells or whistles. Just people who have the right stuff doing the right thing. These folks never make the front page or get interviewed for the TV news. They are quietly doing God's work.
Often, it is the people with the right stuff doing the wrong things that get all the attention and give Christians and church members a black eye.
Is this a huge deal? Probably not in the big picture, I guess. But for one who was able to witness how the Body of Christ is really supposed to work, it was wonderful.
"My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes, groaned that I might have endless song, endured all pain that I might have unfading health, bore a thorned crown that I might have glory-diadem, bowed his head that I might uplift mine, experienced reproach that I might receive welcome, closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness, expired that I might for ever live.
O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished; Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic prise, my every step buoyant with delight, as I see my enemies crushed, Satan baffled, defreated, destroyed, sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood, hell's gates closed, heaven's portal open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save."
excerpt from Love Lusters at Calvary from The Valley of Vision
Our eldest son lost his job on Thursday. It was totally unexpected. He is the father of our two little grandsons and husband to a beautiful, loving wife. He is a hard-worker and a good provider. He called me on Thursday morning to share the news and said to get the word out. It is important to spread the news early and often. It seems that trying to find a new job is helped by spreading the information among friends and family who would have connections to other opportunities.
Being an obedient mother, I promptly called and emailed some friends and family. Many offered prayers for another position. Some offered ideas of places that may be hiring.
On Sunday, right after church was over, I had two people--ones that I had not called or emailed--offer prayers and one offered employment information. There are two other families that I know of who have also lost their jobs recently. My husband spoke with one gentleman and I called an other's family member with job opportunities that we had heard about that may be best suited for their skill set.
It was one church family member helping another. It was genuine care and concern for the members of the family.
Our church has had a rocky ride for the last several years. Sometimes it has been difficult to see God working. It was so refreshing to be part of how God is working. It shouldn't amaze me or surprise me when God's people do what they are called to do. It happens all the time with no fanfare or bells or whistles. Just people who have the right stuff doing the right thing. These folks never make the front page or get interviewed for the TV news. They are quietly doing God's work.
Often, it is the people with the right stuff doing the wrong things that get all the attention and give Christians and church members a black eye.
Is this a huge deal? Probably not in the big picture, I guess. But for one who was able to witness how the Body of Christ is really supposed to work, it was wonderful.
"My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes, groaned that I might have endless song, endured all pain that I might have unfading health, bore a thorned crown that I might have glory-diadem, bowed his head that I might uplift mine, experienced reproach that I might receive welcome, closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness, expired that I might for ever live.
O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished; Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic prise, my every step buoyant with delight, as I see my enemies crushed, Satan baffled, defreated, destroyed, sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood, hell's gates closed, heaven's portal open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save."
excerpt from Love Lusters at Calvary from The Valley of Vision
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Commercial Food Issues
Please read this important post at Mrs. Dewey Smith's blog.
It will be vital to families and the country to grow our own food in the coming growing season. It's cold and snowy...a great time to check out those delightful, colorful seed catalogs.
It will be vital to families and the country to grow our own food in the coming growing season. It's cold and snowy...a great time to check out those delightful, colorful seed catalogs.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Reorganized
When we first moved into this home, I was determined to get on a schedule that would help me keep up with the cleaning. This house is considerably larger than what we came from--three full floors--so I needed to get my act together. It worked great...as long as I kept to the schedule. Now I am at the point of needing to be back on a stricter schedule.
It seems that most folks work best when there is a regular schedule--a rhythm, if you will, to life. So here is my attempt at getting better organized and becoming more godly (since cleanliness is next to it).
Each day: clean up dishes
make bed
devotions
excercise
Monday: Dust and sweep second floor
Tuesday: Any ironing
Clean the bathroom
Burn paper between 9-1--don't get me started on the intrusion of our local government that tells me what day and during which times I can burn paper so it doesn't fill a land fill...ACK!!
Wednesday: Market day (spring-fall months
Catch-up day
Thursday: Sweep porch--spring/summer/fall
Feed plants
Burn in the afternoon
Friday: Dust and sweep first floor
Saturday: Market day
Burn between 9-1
Weekly chores:
Week One: Clean fridge
Week Two: Clean oven (if needed)
Week Three: Sweep down stairways
Week Four: Clean bathroom and sweep on third floor
Spring and Fall: Curtains, Windows
Fall: Carpet cleaning
Since there is just the two of us, laundry can be done as needed and according to weather conditions. It leaves time, too, for breadbaking and other baking. My hope is that, if I have cleaned the bathrooms and the rugs are swept, that if there is company coming, I just need to do spot cleaning. During the months that the garden and the yard consume a great deal of my time, this schedule allows for time to weed, cultivate, plant, harvest, mow, etc.
If I can get my chores done by noon each day, then I have time to quilt or sew or read without feeling that I am being neligent in homekeeping.
I'm open to your ideas and suggestions. Do you see something I've missed?
While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but once they lose their virtue, they will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.... If virtue and knowledge are diffused among the people, they will never be enslaved. --Samuel Adams
It seems that most folks work best when there is a regular schedule--a rhythm, if you will, to life. So here is my attempt at getting better organized and becoming more godly (since cleanliness is next to it).
Each day: clean up dishes
make bed
devotions
excercise
Monday: Dust and sweep second floor
Tuesday: Any ironing
Clean the bathroom
Burn paper between 9-1--don't get me started on the intrusion of our local government that tells me what day and during which times I can burn paper so it doesn't fill a land fill...ACK!!
Wednesday: Market day (spring-fall months
Catch-up day
Thursday: Sweep porch--spring/summer/fall
Feed plants
Burn in the afternoon
Friday: Dust and sweep first floor
Saturday: Market day
Burn between 9-1
Weekly chores:
Week One: Clean fridge
Week Two: Clean oven (if needed)
Week Three: Sweep down stairways
Week Four: Clean bathroom and sweep on third floor
Spring and Fall: Curtains, Windows
Fall: Carpet cleaning
Since there is just the two of us, laundry can be done as needed and according to weather conditions. It leaves time, too, for breadbaking and other baking. My hope is that, if I have cleaned the bathrooms and the rugs are swept, that if there is company coming, I just need to do spot cleaning. During the months that the garden and the yard consume a great deal of my time, this schedule allows for time to weed, cultivate, plant, harvest, mow, etc.
If I can get my chores done by noon each day, then I have time to quilt or sew or read without feeling that I am being neligent in homekeeping.
I'm open to your ideas and suggestions. Do you see something I've missed?
While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but once they lose their virtue, they will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.... If virtue and knowledge are diffused among the people, they will never be enslaved. --Samuel Adams
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sunny Days and Game Nights
It was a beautiful, sunny day today...and actually above freezing! It is amazing how warm 32 degrees feels after below zero temps at night and frigid, wind chills during the day. We have over 12 inches of lovely snow on the ground! My hope that is that a good snow pack will kill off some pesky bugs and we won't be so "bugged" this summer. We told our kids that this is the kind of weather we had when we were kids; lots of deep snow that lasted until spring.
It was such a lovely day that I was able to trudge up to the clothesline to get some towels and a tablecloth hung out. The nice breeze dried even the towels.
The family is coming here tomorrow night for "Game Night"!! Since there are extended family from out-of-town, we thought we would indulge in a non-holiday funfest. Pizza is being served and, no doubt, enough finger food for a small army. I've been busy making cookies and gathering extra chairs and the card table. Speed Scrabble and Sequence are in the line-up on the game side of things. Who knows what else will be brought to enjoy. Thank goodness for my brother-in-law who could have fun with a paper bag. He has a quick laugh and is always able to create a good time for everyone. Our family's game nights have brought many of the kids' friends to join in.
If you are in the neighborhood, drop on in. We won't notice a few dozen extras--the more the merrier!
It was such a lovely day that I was able to trudge up to the clothesline to get some towels and a tablecloth hung out. The nice breeze dried even the towels.
The family is coming here tomorrow night for "Game Night"!! Since there are extended family from out-of-town, we thought we would indulge in a non-holiday funfest. Pizza is being served and, no doubt, enough finger food for a small army. I've been busy making cookies and gathering extra chairs and the card table. Speed Scrabble and Sequence are in the line-up on the game side of things. Who knows what else will be brought to enjoy. Thank goodness for my brother-in-law who could have fun with a paper bag. He has a quick laugh and is always able to create a good time for everyone. Our family's game nights have brought many of the kids' friends to join in.
If you are in the neighborhood, drop on in. We won't notice a few dozen extras--the more the merrier!
A Life Remembered
It has been some time since I posted last and I am not even sure where to begin.
My father-in-law was buried yesterday. He died on Sunday. While he was ill with cancer and in the hospice unit at the local VA, we did not expect his passing this soon. It is a blessing that he is no longer suffering. Our lives have been full with loving family.
My father-in-law was an amazing man. He could tell stories for hours, and often did. As I grew to know him, I tended to believe them less and less. This is difficult for me to reveal. I loved him, but at a distance. He was in the Army during WWII. A prisoner of war in Germany twice and escaped twice. He was a Purple Heart recipient; sent home to die. He made a remarkable recovery and lived to be 90 years old. He was quite dashing, to hear him tell it, in his prime. Swept my mother-in-law off her feet. They attended the opera and symphonies together. I know for a fact that he was one of the top ten wealthiest men in town at one time. For his profession, he was a chiropractor and a good one. In my opinion, he let his "gift of gab" take his busy practice away from him. My mother-in-law then went to work with six young children in school, when it was not common to be a working mom, in fact it was frowned upon. She is almost always cheerful and optimistic, but I often wonder if she struggles with the loss of the easier, carefree life they once had that was lost. He loved his grandchildren and was proud of his own children, though he never told them--it showed.
His passing has given me a chance to reflect on how I live my life and the improvements that need to be made. Things don't always turn out the way we think they are going to. God's plans are not often ours. We never know when we are going to be called home.
"Lord, give me more of thy likeness;
Enlarge my soul to contain fullness of holiness; engage me to live more for thee.
Help me to be less pleased with my spiritual experiences, and when I feel at ease after sweet communings, teach me it is far too little I know and I do....
Wrap my life in divine love, and keep me ever desiring thee, always humble and resigned to thy will, more fixed on thyself, that I may be more fitted for doing and suffering." excerpts from Longings After God, found in The Valley of Vision.
My father-in-law was buried yesterday. He died on Sunday. While he was ill with cancer and in the hospice unit at the local VA, we did not expect his passing this soon. It is a blessing that he is no longer suffering. Our lives have been full with loving family.
My father-in-law was an amazing man. He could tell stories for hours, and often did. As I grew to know him, I tended to believe them less and less. This is difficult for me to reveal. I loved him, but at a distance. He was in the Army during WWII. A prisoner of war in Germany twice and escaped twice. He was a Purple Heart recipient; sent home to die. He made a remarkable recovery and lived to be 90 years old. He was quite dashing, to hear him tell it, in his prime. Swept my mother-in-law off her feet. They attended the opera and symphonies together. I know for a fact that he was one of the top ten wealthiest men in town at one time. For his profession, he was a chiropractor and a good one. In my opinion, he let his "gift of gab" take his busy practice away from him. My mother-in-law then went to work with six young children in school, when it was not common to be a working mom, in fact it was frowned upon. She is almost always cheerful and optimistic, but I often wonder if she struggles with the loss of the easier, carefree life they once had that was lost. He loved his grandchildren and was proud of his own children, though he never told them--it showed.
His passing has given me a chance to reflect on how I live my life and the improvements that need to be made. Things don't always turn out the way we think they are going to. God's plans are not often ours. We never know when we are going to be called home.
"Lord, give me more of thy likeness;
Enlarge my soul to contain fullness of holiness; engage me to live more for thee.
Help me to be less pleased with my spiritual experiences, and when I feel at ease after sweet communings, teach me it is far too little I know and I do....
Wrap my life in divine love, and keep me ever desiring thee, always humble and resigned to thy will, more fixed on thyself, that I may be more fitted for doing and suffering." excerpts from Longings After God, found in The Valley of Vision.
Reselling Clothing
This was posted on "Our Plain and Simple Life" the other day. It may be beneficial to continue to write Congress.
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This was posted at Choosing Voluntary Simplicity...and I just got around to reading. Doesn't really give a breath of relief to folks like Etsy, EBay or even simple folks like us with yard sales and such, but maybe it's a small bit of common sense coming around (yeah, well, I don't really think so either, but I'm trying to be Mary Sunshine here...)
Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act — A Reprieve
Last week it looked like the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act might put an end to thrift stores, consignment stores, and home crafters who specialized in children’s products.
Then the Consumer Product Safety Commission attempted to calm the public outrage. Their press release, with the bloated title of “Requirements of New Children’s Product Safety Laws Taking Effect in February; Guidance Intended for Resellers of Children’s Products, Thrift and Consignment Stores,” was supposed to clarify the confusing new law. Instead it left many more important questions still unanswered.
Although the clarification does state that resale stores can continue to sell children’s toys and clothing without being required to test each individual product for lead, the Commission’s statement warns that the penalties are high for selling children’s products that do contain lead… and that violators will face strict penalties. A reprieve of sorts, but it still sounds a lot like a no-win situation, doesn’t it?
The new law requires that domestic manufacturers and importers certify that children’s products made after February 10 meet all the new safety standards and the lead ban. Sellers of used children’s products, such as thrift stores and consignment stores, are not required to certify that those products meet the new lead limits, phthalates standard or new toy standards.
The new safety law does not require resellers to test children’s products in inventory for compliance with the lead limit before they are sold. However, resellers cannot sell children’s products that exceed the lead limit and therefore should avoid products that are likely to have lead content, unless they have testing or other information to indicate the products being sold have less than the new limit. Those resellers that do sell products in violation of the new limits could face civil and/or criminal penalties.
While CPSC expects every company to comply fully with the new laws resellers should pay special attention to certain product categories. Among these are recalled children’s products, particularly cribs and play yards; children’s products that may contain lead, such as children’s jewelry and painted wooden or metal toys; flimsily made toys that are easily breakable into small parts; toys that lack the required age warnings; and dolls and stuffed toys that have buttons, eyes, noses or other small parts that are not securely fastened and could present a choking hazard for young children.
–press release from the Consumer Product Safety Commission, January 8, 2009
There were no clarifications or reassurances for the handcrafters and small businesses selling new items on a small scale, or for the people selling used children’s toys, books, and clothing online. The public anger isn’t going to go away on this issue. Look for more clarifying press releases coming soon…
To read more:
Resellers breathe sigh of relief after lead-testing law is eased; secondhand stores won’t have to check all items for children
Consumers, shop owners breathe big sigh of relief
Lead rule weighs on kids’ clothiers
Resellers spared lead tests for toys
Consignment, thrift store owners questioning lead law standards
Safety law has consignment store owners and sellers of homemade baby items concerned
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This was posted at Choosing Voluntary Simplicity...and I just got around to reading. Doesn't really give a breath of relief to folks like Etsy, EBay or even simple folks like us with yard sales and such, but maybe it's a small bit of common sense coming around (yeah, well, I don't really think so either, but I'm trying to be Mary Sunshine here...)
Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act — A Reprieve
Last week it looked like the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act might put an end to thrift stores, consignment stores, and home crafters who specialized in children’s products.
Then the Consumer Product Safety Commission attempted to calm the public outrage. Their press release, with the bloated title of “Requirements of New Children’s Product Safety Laws Taking Effect in February; Guidance Intended for Resellers of Children’s Products, Thrift and Consignment Stores,” was supposed to clarify the confusing new law. Instead it left many more important questions still unanswered.
Although the clarification does state that resale stores can continue to sell children’s toys and clothing without being required to test each individual product for lead, the Commission’s statement warns that the penalties are high for selling children’s products that do contain lead… and that violators will face strict penalties. A reprieve of sorts, but it still sounds a lot like a no-win situation, doesn’t it?
The new law requires that domestic manufacturers and importers certify that children’s products made after February 10 meet all the new safety standards and the lead ban. Sellers of used children’s products, such as thrift stores and consignment stores, are not required to certify that those products meet the new lead limits, phthalates standard or new toy standards.
The new safety law does not require resellers to test children’s products in inventory for compliance with the lead limit before they are sold. However, resellers cannot sell children’s products that exceed the lead limit and therefore should avoid products that are likely to have lead content, unless they have testing or other information to indicate the products being sold have less than the new limit. Those resellers that do sell products in violation of the new limits could face civil and/or criminal penalties.
While CPSC expects every company to comply fully with the new laws resellers should pay special attention to certain product categories. Among these are recalled children’s products, particularly cribs and play yards; children’s products that may contain lead, such as children’s jewelry and painted wooden or metal toys; flimsily made toys that are easily breakable into small parts; toys that lack the required age warnings; and dolls and stuffed toys that have buttons, eyes, noses or other small parts that are not securely fastened and could present a choking hazard for young children.
–press release from the Consumer Product Safety Commission, January 8, 2009
There were no clarifications or reassurances for the handcrafters and small businesses selling new items on a small scale, or for the people selling used children’s toys, books, and clothing online. The public anger isn’t going to go away on this issue. Look for more clarifying press releases coming soon…
To read more:
Resellers breathe sigh of relief after lead-testing law is eased; secondhand stores won’t have to check all items for children
Consumers, shop owners breathe big sigh of relief
Lead rule weighs on kids’ clothiers
Resellers spared lead tests for toys
Consignment, thrift store owners questioning lead law standards
Safety law has consignment store owners and sellers of homemade baby items concerned
Monday, January 12, 2009
Seed Shopping in the Snow
If you are doing some shopping for seeds while you are perhaps snowed in, here is a website that you may enjoy. Botanical Interests found me and I have explored their family-owned business on line. The site is colorful and informative. It is a "happy" site. For me that means that the colors are pleasing and the well-done artwork is delightful. A bit of Spring and Summer in the midst of the cold and snow. Please check out this on-line catalog. It may chase away the winter blahs!
There is also a blog to enjoy with recipes and more good gardening info.
Author of all existence, source of all blessedness,
I adore thee for making me capable of knowing thee, for giving me reason and conscience, for leading me to desire thee;...
thou hast moved my conscience to know how the guilty can be pardoned, the unholy sanctified, the poor enriched. May I be always amongst those who not only hear but know thee, who walk with and rejoice in thee, who take thee at thy word and find life there.
Keep me always longing for a present salvation in Holy Spirit comforts and rejoicings, for spiritual graces and blessings, for help to value my duties as well as my privileges.
May I cherish simplicity and godly sincerity of character,
Help me to be in reality before thee as in appearance I am before men,
to be religious before I profess religion,
to leave the world before I enter the church, to set my affections on things above,
to shun forbidden follies and vanities,
to be a dispenser as well as a partaker of grace,
to be prepared to bear evil as well as to do good.
Excerpts from A Present Salvation as written in The Valley of Vision, A collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett
There is also a blog to enjoy with recipes and more good gardening info.
Happy Shopping!
Author of all existence, source of all blessedness,
I adore thee for making me capable of knowing thee, for giving me reason and conscience, for leading me to desire thee;...
thou hast moved my conscience to know how the guilty can be pardoned, the unholy sanctified, the poor enriched. May I be always amongst those who not only hear but know thee, who walk with and rejoice in thee, who take thee at thy word and find life there.
Keep me always longing for a present salvation in Holy Spirit comforts and rejoicings, for spiritual graces and blessings, for help to value my duties as well as my privileges.
May I cherish simplicity and godly sincerity of character,
Help me to be in reality before thee as in appearance I am before men,
to be religious before I profess religion,
to leave the world before I enter the church, to set my affections on things above,
to shun forbidden follies and vanities,
to be a dispenser as well as a partaker of grace,
to be prepared to bear evil as well as to do good.
Excerpts from A Present Salvation as written in The Valley of Vision, A collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett
Weekend Snow and Tieing Up Loose Ends
Saturday we received eight inches of snow here! To some folks that might not seem like much, but that is a lot for us, especially all at once! My husband and I spent a good part of the day plowing and shoveling out the driveway and trying to find the car. As soon as the snow was off everything, is began to rain--freezing rain. How lovely. It took us 15 minutes to clean off the car and even get in the doors on Sunday morning. Never a dull minute. It really was a pretty snow to watch. Sometimes it was coming down so hard that it was hard to see across to the neighbor's house. The snow piled up on the pine branches and that always makes a beautiful winter scene. The sun is shining a bit today and has helped to melt off the remaining ice on a large part of the driveway.
Our church voted last Sunday to call our new pastor. The church is filled with anticipation and excitement. While there are a couple of hurdles to clear with Presbytery, he is well on his way to beginning service to God and our congregation early this Spring. Where will God take us next?!
Our church voted last Sunday to call our new pastor. The church is filled with anticipation and excitement. While there are a couple of hurdles to clear with Presbytery, he is well on his way to beginning service to God and our congregation early this Spring. Where will God take us next?!
Friday, January 9, 2009
A Christmas Postscript
Remember my Christmas wish list? Well, no, I didn't get a gun or a rototiller. I did get a new blender and a bigger food processor. These items will be a big help at canning time. Hubby and I also have come to love hummus and our tiny food processor just was having a difficult time of it.
It has been said that one should never buy a woman a gift with a plug on the end. Well, I used to think that was a good guide, but not any more. My kitchen is my "workshop" and what I use in it are my "tools". If a better tool will help me in my work by making the homemade soup or tomato sauce process go smoother, then I'll take the "tool". I don't need fancy earrings or jewelry.
So, perhaps the rototiller will come another time? Spring, perhaps. We want to keep looking. I also need to do more research on what type of gun I should have. Some have said that I need to handle one to find which suits best. My knowledge of guns is limited to the work-related one my husband carries. My dad didn't own a gun so I have much to learn. Hubby is not so sure I need one anyway. I think I make him nervous.
It would have been hard to wrap a rototiller anyway (smile).
It has been said that one should never buy a woman a gift with a plug on the end. Well, I used to think that was a good guide, but not any more. My kitchen is my "workshop" and what I use in it are my "tools". If a better tool will help me in my work by making the homemade soup or tomato sauce process go smoother, then I'll take the "tool". I don't need fancy earrings or jewelry.
So, perhaps the rototiller will come another time? Spring, perhaps. We want to keep looking. I also need to do more research on what type of gun I should have. Some have said that I need to handle one to find which suits best. My knowledge of guns is limited to the work-related one my husband carries. My dad didn't own a gun so I have much to learn. Hubby is not so sure I need one anyway. I think I make him nervous.
It would have been hard to wrap a rototiller anyway (smile).
Quilting Season
Most of the Christmas decorations are put away--only the tree remains. The days and evenings are quieter and chillier. Time to get back to my quilting.
It is shameful to admit that I am behind before I even get started. One baby blanket is close to being completed. It should have been done months ago and the little one for which it is intended will be walking before I get it done if I don't get busy. Our new little Zachary's quilt is pieced, but needs quilted. There is another baby quilt that is in need of being started for a friend who's baby is due in the spring. Then there is my big project that was started almost two years ago. A replica of a dear friend's quilt that has been in her family since the late 1800s.
There is something relaxing to me about the feel of fabric, especially a good cotton fabric or a good muslin. It is calming. If I were a knitter or a crocheter, I think that the yarn would work the same magic.
Since most of my quilts are smaller, I do them in a 12 inch hoop. I have a smaller 10 inch size for smaller spaces. This keeps my project mobile--from comfy chair to Amish rocker or quiet corner. It also helps to keep me warm. Our big old house is a bear to heat, so to have my work covering my lap helps to keep the chill off. I've done a couple big quilts in my frame. It is, obviously, not portable and takes up a chunk of the dining room.
The baby quilt I am in a hurry to finish is all white or a whole cloth quilt. My Amish friend, Sarah marked it for me on white muslin. (Since then, she has started a little business marking quilts for others.) It isn't difficult, but I let it sit during the summer with gardening and grass and that is how I got behind. I'm also pretty slow. Whole cloth quilts are my favorite. The design that shows up on the fabric from the stitches is beautiful to me...not that my stitches are all that beautiful. I just enjoy the process.
Both my grandmothers made quilts. My paternal grandmother is famous for making lap robes for elderly folks as well as quilts for all of the grandchildren as we were growing up. My cousins and I would always look for patches that were made from the scraps our mothers would send to Grandma from their sewing to use for quilts. There was Suzanne's dress, or Paula's shorts, and even my own or my sister's dresses. I still have a few of my grandmother's baby quilts that she made our kids. These quilts were not prize winners nor were they hand stitched. She tied them with colorful yarn and bound them with love. I've kept them so I can pass them on to my grandchildren so they can have a piece of the family's past.
While I can never be the quilt maker my Grandmother was, I hope to give my grandchildren something they can enjoy and use to keep warm. It is a connection to my own past and reminds me of the love my grandmother showed to her family in her sewing.
It is shameful to admit that I am behind before I even get started. One baby blanket is close to being completed. It should have been done months ago and the little one for which it is intended will be walking before I get it done if I don't get busy. Our new little Zachary's quilt is pieced, but needs quilted. There is another baby quilt that is in need of being started for a friend who's baby is due in the spring. Then there is my big project that was started almost two years ago. A replica of a dear friend's quilt that has been in her family since the late 1800s.
There is something relaxing to me about the feel of fabric, especially a good cotton fabric or a good muslin. It is calming. If I were a knitter or a crocheter, I think that the yarn would work the same magic.
Since most of my quilts are smaller, I do them in a 12 inch hoop. I have a smaller 10 inch size for smaller spaces. This keeps my project mobile--from comfy chair to Amish rocker or quiet corner. It also helps to keep me warm. Our big old house is a bear to heat, so to have my work covering my lap helps to keep the chill off. I've done a couple big quilts in my frame. It is, obviously, not portable and takes up a chunk of the dining room.
The baby quilt I am in a hurry to finish is all white or a whole cloth quilt. My Amish friend, Sarah marked it for me on white muslin. (Since then, she has started a little business marking quilts for others.) It isn't difficult, but I let it sit during the summer with gardening and grass and that is how I got behind. I'm also pretty slow. Whole cloth quilts are my favorite. The design that shows up on the fabric from the stitches is beautiful to me...not that my stitches are all that beautiful. I just enjoy the process.
Both my grandmothers made quilts. My paternal grandmother is famous for making lap robes for elderly folks as well as quilts for all of the grandchildren as we were growing up. My cousins and I would always look for patches that were made from the scraps our mothers would send to Grandma from their sewing to use for quilts. There was Suzanne's dress, or Paula's shorts, and even my own or my sister's dresses. I still have a few of my grandmother's baby quilts that she made our kids. These quilts were not prize winners nor were they hand stitched. She tied them with colorful yarn and bound them with love. I've kept them so I can pass them on to my grandchildren so they can have a piece of the family's past.
While I can never be the quilt maker my Grandmother was, I hope to give my grandchildren something they can enjoy and use to keep warm. It is a connection to my own past and reminds me of the love my grandmother showed to her family in her sewing.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Of Mother Earth News and Broken Clotheslines
While in the local market, I noticed Mother Earth News on the news stand. I've never bought or read the magazine before, but what caught my eye was the banner: "Grow a Bigger, Better Garden". I'm all for that! Also, there are articles on How to Grow Potatoes, and Anyone Can Raise Chickens This looked like a good purchase for $4.99.
Someday I still want to pursue chickens and the article looks like a good one for those of us who are clueless. There is also an article online about purchasing chicks from a hatchery.
I still need to read the garden article. The potato article has some good, common sense information.
These folks are far more "green" than I am, but the information they provided in this issue at least, will be helpful in printed form for me to keep as a source.
My clothesline broke today while it was full of the last of the bed linens from the Christmas full house. Thankfully, there was still snow on the ground to keep them clean. They were still frozen, so that helped, too. I am so tired of my clotheslines breaking! Mine only last a couple of years. I have bought cotton ones, but maybe it's time to find something more sturdy. My neighbor has plastic covered wire ones, but (maybe it's just me) there is something about them that I just can't get used to. Do I need an attitude adjustment?? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
It is nice to see the sun here today!
Blessings!
Someday I still want to pursue chickens and the article looks like a good one for those of us who are clueless. There is also an article online about purchasing chicks from a hatchery.
I still need to read the garden article. The potato article has some good, common sense information.
These folks are far more "green" than I am, but the information they provided in this issue at least, will be helpful in printed form for me to keep as a source.
My clothesline broke today while it was full of the last of the bed linens from the Christmas full house. Thankfully, there was still snow on the ground to keep them clean. They were still frozen, so that helped, too. I am so tired of my clotheslines breaking! Mine only last a couple of years. I have bought cotton ones, but maybe it's time to find something more sturdy. My neighbor has plastic covered wire ones, but (maybe it's just me) there is something about them that I just can't get used to. Do I need an attitude adjustment?? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
It is nice to see the sun here today!
Blessings!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Spring and Summer Arrive at the End of December...Along With the 1040 Form
The last day of December brought color to the mailbox, even if it also brought the tax forms. My first seed catalog of the season: Johnny's Selected Seeds. They say they have varieties for Northern gardeners, but most of their seeds, I believe, are pretty adaptable. The descriptions are very helpful. I have ordered from Johnny's for several years. I like their variety. The catalog is very helpful, too, with gardening and planting tips for each flower or vegetable. Last year I tried edemame for the first time...it was wonderful. I called Johnny's with some questions and they were very helpful (and they didn't think I was dumb...at least they didn't act like it).
I have been looking forward to this since I tilled the garden for the winter. My garden needs to be better organized. While I think that I remember where everything was last spring, I am not always sure. It would also be helpful if I get things written down...what I ordered, how much, and from where. I bought a recipe box to keep things in there as a file, but it is just sitting. So, I am determined to be a better organized gardener.
The hope is that we can make the garden a bit bigger again this year. I have not grown sweet corn since we moved here, so I would like to have a plot just for the corn. Carrots are also a possibility to add to the garden. My husband and I have also considered sweet potatoes. He and I just love them and since I can now can them, it takes the worry out of storage. I just need more room! When the kids were home they found it amusing that the garden is about the same size or bigger than when all three of them were home!
I need to spend some time on line checking out sites that may be helpful in garden planning. I'll get back to ya on that one.
On another topic...our potential pastor arrives today to candidate. There is a dessert reception tonight, a big tureen (covered-dish) dinner tomorrow and then he preaches on Sunday. The excitement within the church is wonderful! Our church family is so anxious to see what God has planned for us in the future. Our whole committee is excited and thrilled! God willing, the last step on Sunday will seal the deal. As I said in the past, I have had a front row seat to see God work in an amazing way, and I am indeed grateful.
I have been looking forward to this since I tilled the garden for the winter. My garden needs to be better organized. While I think that I remember where everything was last spring, I am not always sure. It would also be helpful if I get things written down...what I ordered, how much, and from where. I bought a recipe box to keep things in there as a file, but it is just sitting. So, I am determined to be a better organized gardener.
The hope is that we can make the garden a bit bigger again this year. I have not grown sweet corn since we moved here, so I would like to have a plot just for the corn. Carrots are also a possibility to add to the garden. My husband and I have also considered sweet potatoes. He and I just love them and since I can now can them, it takes the worry out of storage. I just need more room! When the kids were home they found it amusing that the garden is about the same size or bigger than when all three of them were home!
I need to spend some time on line checking out sites that may be helpful in garden planning. I'll get back to ya on that one.
On another topic...our potential pastor arrives today to candidate. There is a dessert reception tonight, a big tureen (covered-dish) dinner tomorrow and then he preaches on Sunday. The excitement within the church is wonderful! Our church family is so anxious to see what God has planned for us in the future. Our whole committee is excited and thrilled! God willing, the last step on Sunday will seal the deal. As I said in the past, I have had a front row seat to see God work in an amazing way, and I am indeed grateful.
Christmas Joy and Surprises
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
The holiday week has been one that has been full. Not only have I enjoyed the children and their families around the same table for more than one evening, but also family game night with the in-laws and visiting friends.
The night after Christmas we had all of the in-laws over for the traditional Game Night! All of us pitched together and brought what ended up being enough food for a small army (it was just supposed to be easy leftovers). The In-laws have no concept of a small meal. We played several games all evening. Everyone left about one a.m. Jon and Stephen and I stayed up until 2:30 playing Speed Scrabble. Had I known that the phone was going to ring at 5:30 a.m., I would have gone to bed much sooner.
Aaron called at 5:30 requesting that I meet them at the hospital to pick up little Daniel...their second baby was on the way. This little one was not expected until mid to late January. I sped--literally--off to meet them at the hospital. I could not imagine Aaron waiting with a tired toddler in the Birthing Suite and a wife that was in full blown labor. Providence would have it that I actually met them along a side street and followed them up to the parking lot. We traded car keys, and I took Daniel to our house. The phone rang later that morning with the news that Zachary Pierce was born at 7:30 weighing 7 pounds 1 ounce. Not bad for a little guy that was supposed to be early. (Just my opinion, but I don't think he was all that early when I saw his chipmunk cheeks!)
It was delightful to have Daniel with us for a couple of days and Aaron came and slept here, too. Poor Uncle Steve was gracious enough to give up his room for them and sleep in the Living Room. So our hearts and house were very full. Emily was a great help with meals and, even though we didn't get to visit like we had hoped, it was wonderful to have her here.
We learned, too, that my father-in-law, who is going on 91, has lung cancer that is not treatable. He has been struggling with 'stuff' for several months, but has been his usual stubborn self in getting treatment. We are now in the process of seeking what care is best for him. My mother-in-law, who has been trying valiantly to care for him at home, has finally determined that she cannot do this (thankfully) and is pleased with his new doctor and his current care.
My husband, at the very last minute, has decided to wait to retire until May. It seems that the State is not going to be replacing employees until then and he is reluctant to put his wonderful department members in a pinch because of him. I agree that this will work out best. These men have been great for him to work with and we hate so see their families suffer.
May you all have a rich and full New Year full of the realization of God's richest blessings.
O Lord,
Length of days does not profit me except the days are passed in thy presence, in thy service to thy glory. Give me grace that precedes, follows, guides, sustains, sanctifies, aids every hour, that I may not be one moment apart from thee, but may rely on thy Spirit to supply every thought, speak in every word, direct every step, prosper every work, build up every mote of faith, and give me a desire to show forth thy praise, testify thy love, advance thy kingdom.
I launch my bark on the unknown waters of this year, with thee, O Father, as my harbour, thee, O Son, at my helm, thee, O Holy Spirit, filling my sails.
Guide me to heaven with my loins girt, my lamp burning, my ear open to thy calls, my heart full of love, my soul free.
Give me thy grace to sanctify me, thy comforts to cheer, thy wisdom to teach, thy right hand to guide, thy counsel to instruct, thy law to judge, thy presence to stabilize.
May thy fear be my awe, thy triumphs my joy.
from New Year in The Valley of Vision
The holiday week has been one that has been full. Not only have I enjoyed the children and their families around the same table for more than one evening, but also family game night with the in-laws and visiting friends.
The night after Christmas we had all of the in-laws over for the traditional Game Night! All of us pitched together and brought what ended up being enough food for a small army (it was just supposed to be easy leftovers). The In-laws have no concept of a small meal. We played several games all evening. Everyone left about one a.m. Jon and Stephen and I stayed up until 2:30 playing Speed Scrabble. Had I known that the phone was going to ring at 5:30 a.m., I would have gone to bed much sooner.
Aaron called at 5:30 requesting that I meet them at the hospital to pick up little Daniel...their second baby was on the way. This little one was not expected until mid to late January. I sped--literally--off to meet them at the hospital. I could not imagine Aaron waiting with a tired toddler in the Birthing Suite and a wife that was in full blown labor. Providence would have it that I actually met them along a side street and followed them up to the parking lot. We traded car keys, and I took Daniel to our house. The phone rang later that morning with the news that Zachary Pierce was born at 7:30 weighing 7 pounds 1 ounce. Not bad for a little guy that was supposed to be early. (Just my opinion, but I don't think he was all that early when I saw his chipmunk cheeks!)
It was delightful to have Daniel with us for a couple of days and Aaron came and slept here, too. Poor Uncle Steve was gracious enough to give up his room for them and sleep in the Living Room. So our hearts and house were very full. Emily was a great help with meals and, even though we didn't get to visit like we had hoped, it was wonderful to have her here.
We learned, too, that my father-in-law, who is going on 91, has lung cancer that is not treatable. He has been struggling with 'stuff' for several months, but has been his usual stubborn self in getting treatment. We are now in the process of seeking what care is best for him. My mother-in-law, who has been trying valiantly to care for him at home, has finally determined that she cannot do this (thankfully) and is pleased with his new doctor and his current care.
My husband, at the very last minute, has decided to wait to retire until May. It seems that the State is not going to be replacing employees until then and he is reluctant to put his wonderful department members in a pinch because of him. I agree that this will work out best. These men have been great for him to work with and we hate so see their families suffer.
May you all have a rich and full New Year full of the realization of God's richest blessings.
O Lord,
Length of days does not profit me except the days are passed in thy presence, in thy service to thy glory. Give me grace that precedes, follows, guides, sustains, sanctifies, aids every hour, that I may not be one moment apart from thee, but may rely on thy Spirit to supply every thought, speak in every word, direct every step, prosper every work, build up every mote of faith, and give me a desire to show forth thy praise, testify thy love, advance thy kingdom.
I launch my bark on the unknown waters of this year, with thee, O Father, as my harbour, thee, O Son, at my helm, thee, O Holy Spirit, filling my sails.
Guide me to heaven with my loins girt, my lamp burning, my ear open to thy calls, my heart full of love, my soul free.
Give me thy grace to sanctify me, thy comforts to cheer, thy wisdom to teach, thy right hand to guide, thy counsel to instruct, thy law to judge, thy presence to stabilize.
May thy fear be my awe, thy triumphs my joy.
from New Year in The Valley of Vision
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