We got up and did our Bible first thing, the girls sang and then did one last quick run through of their demonstration. We arrived on time, I hate to be late so am always a little early. They got ready and drew their number, they were second in a group of 8. They both did well no freezing up, but they both worried their fun loving spirits to a point that their personalities didn't really come out. They did very well especially for a first time. They got blue ribbons, which all but three kids who got purples received. I was so proud of them. They were very knowledgeable about their subject. Two people said they would come buy pies this summer, and one of the judges wanted to know if they were going to be accountants when they grew up as they were already entrepreneurs. One said she might, and she just might. Nice way to start the morning.
We got home and shared our wonderful news with Poppie he had been working on our island. He cut the riser legs, they are ugly but we should be able to make them truly a part of the piece by the time we are done. We have left over pieces from the dresser that will really make the piece look wondrous when it is done. I am glad we have all the piece of antique wood with the original patina on it. I is nice that all the piece are so close in color. We would have gotten further along on the island except that yesterday Poppie made me a barn wood bookcase and shelf for all of my cookbooks. I used two antique crates as bookcases for the girls cookbook collections, they were so proud that we got special display places all their own in our kitchen. I am so glad that after 5 years of living in our house we are finally comfortable enough in it to make it "ours" I love old barn would and now that we are incorporating it in to the house I feel for the first time it is really us. Funny how at one time Poppie hated barn wood and now he so appreciates it. He can see the beauty in it and grasp the concept of making the old new again. I am loving my new house the more it becomes the house of our dreams, no one else's, as they probably wouldn't want it, but our dream house.
We may sneak away later and go on a ride, but then again maybe not, as we have lots of stuff to move to storage and the island to work on so I am sure time will get away from us but one can dream. I hope the Lord blesses your day, your life and you soul, he has wondrous rewards for us in heaven. Life here is just a holding place for the glorious life to come, I hope you have secured your hereafter and accepted your invitation to live with and praise God in heaven, it's a free invitation, the grace of God is free to all takers.... tomorrow.
The day to day living of a family on a rural Montana hobby farm, stories of goats, piglets, sourdough bread making, cheese making, soap making and the general raising of two little girls, their three older adult siblings, and the loving of our 10 grandkids. The story of a 36 year marriage with it's ups and downs. We worship God with reverence and are truly blessed for being his beloved children.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Demonstration prep, friendships making, and don't thinks ever change, well maybe old ladies do.....sometimes.
My Ladies have been working on their demonstration for 4-H. We had not really been on it like we should or maybe as we are really new to 4-H, with no background in it, we have no concept of how to do it in the first place so drug our feet. Belle called my a while back and said her family would love to be guinea pigs for the girls if they needed an audience. I think that is when it really dawned on me the day of giving the demonstration was soon at hand. We had decided before she called on a subject and that the Ladies would do theirs together. I know that it is felt that the demonstration should be a subject in conjunction with the project you are doing in 4-H but we couldn't actually think of one we felt comfortable with so in the end we went with something they are comfortable with. They are doing their demonstration on their Farmer's Market business. I had been having them type bio's on the computer, they hone their typing skills, something they love to do as it is a new fun thing, and they get comfortable with thinking about the thoughts for their intros. I didn't tell them they wouldn't be using them as I won't let them write down notes or cards to read from, because according to the 4-H rules on demonstration judging reading it can take points away. Last night we in an impromptu format began their speaking parts of their demonstrations. I think all the memory verses and singing done in front of the congregation, the nursing home and the assisted living have given them confidence in being in front of an audience. Something they have received as a benefit and they didn't even know it. They are getting a good grasp of what they want to say, in an easy format, they can actually say whatever they want and each time they practice it it is new. They amazingly interject humor that a written card would not afford them. Tonight we will finish up their posters and they should be ready for their demonstrations bright and early tomorrow.
I am the oldest of the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter that goes back numerous generations. I have had the unusually privilege of being the mother of two separate oldest daughters. I have watched and seen the suffering of both as they try to grow and become. The first time around I was much more a self absorbed person and maybe wasn't as supportive and helpful guiding my daughter through the pitfalls of making friendships. I moved around so much as a child that I never quite learned how to make friendships. Well that is not true I have really good friendships and have had several in my life time. I am not good at making lots of friendships, there is a difference. I am a needy possessive person so I attach to the friends I have and can be overbearing. I get jealous of their other friendships and my feeling get hurt, well maybe those are attributes that I have overcome to some extent but it was a life time of work to be able to say that. I have learned how to let go and let my friends be without getting my feelings hurt but it was not something I was taught I had to learn it the hard way. I am my mothers daughter in that I think. My mother has always had very few friends. Once as a child I told her in a moment of meanness that I was not going to be like that as an adult, but alas as an adult I struggled with the same problem. I have learned that I do love my friends and cherish them, I still don't have a lot of them but that ones I have are very special to me and they let me be me and love me because I am me. I don't have to change to have them, and don't have to caterer to them for them to love me. They are real and accept me for the real me. I digress. My oldest daughter struggled as a child to make good friendships, she so wanted one and in the end she became a door mat to the people who "allowed" her to be their friend. I was not able to help her have self worth and teacher her her value. I failed my child and I will forever regret my failure.
I, by the grace of God, was given a second family, my two Ladies. I am now a more together person but in so many ways things don't change. The same worldly temptations, me first, squabbling world of grade school still exists. I am not better at learning how to teach what I didn't get from all the moving. I have two lovely Ladies that are being raise at best out of step with modern times. I am old in my ways and my faith doesn't allow for me to change to being more accepting of the pitfalls of todays society. I never allow my child to wonder the streets, well if I could stop it, I made many mistakes wit the older ones and spent a time in a clinical depression that allowed me to step out of my life so my children lost at that time. I will never go back to that and my Ladies are the better for it, as our my grands. I am in their lives and help them navigate it but alas I still don't want them wandering about downtown. They don't get to do a lot of the thing the kids their age get to do. Yogie is a lot like Goofy, mom and I. She so wants that special friendship but is not quite sure how to get one. She is sad a lot because she gets picked on. I try to help her have self worth, and I think she has it but sometimes she gets angry and puts people off or maybe just grates. I am not saddened by her ability to stand up for herself in ways Goofy couldn't or didn't know how to. Yogie is more like I was, so is consider a little odd by some of her classmates, but does stand up for herself when she needs to. She is also a little mouthy, hmmm wonder where she gets that? I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree even if it is a grafted apple..... I don't know how to fix it and maybe the key is that I should fix it, I should just be there to be her support and bolster the successes she makes..... tomorrow.
I am the oldest of the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter that goes back numerous generations. I have had the unusually privilege of being the mother of two separate oldest daughters. I have watched and seen the suffering of both as they try to grow and become. The first time around I was much more a self absorbed person and maybe wasn't as supportive and helpful guiding my daughter through the pitfalls of making friendships. I moved around so much as a child that I never quite learned how to make friendships. Well that is not true I have really good friendships and have had several in my life time. I am not good at making lots of friendships, there is a difference. I am a needy possessive person so I attach to the friends I have and can be overbearing. I get jealous of their other friendships and my feeling get hurt, well maybe those are attributes that I have overcome to some extent but it was a life time of work to be able to say that. I have learned how to let go and let my friends be without getting my feelings hurt but it was not something I was taught I had to learn it the hard way. I am my mothers daughter in that I think. My mother has always had very few friends. Once as a child I told her in a moment of meanness that I was not going to be like that as an adult, but alas as an adult I struggled with the same problem. I have learned that I do love my friends and cherish them, I still don't have a lot of them but that ones I have are very special to me and they let me be me and love me because I am me. I don't have to change to have them, and don't have to caterer to them for them to love me. They are real and accept me for the real me. I digress. My oldest daughter struggled as a child to make good friendships, she so wanted one and in the end she became a door mat to the people who "allowed" her to be their friend. I was not able to help her have self worth and teacher her her value. I failed my child and I will forever regret my failure.
I, by the grace of God, was given a second family, my two Ladies. I am now a more together person but in so many ways things don't change. The same worldly temptations, me first, squabbling world of grade school still exists. I am not better at learning how to teach what I didn't get from all the moving. I have two lovely Ladies that are being raise at best out of step with modern times. I am old in my ways and my faith doesn't allow for me to change to being more accepting of the pitfalls of todays society. I never allow my child to wonder the streets, well if I could stop it, I made many mistakes wit the older ones and spent a time in a clinical depression that allowed me to step out of my life so my children lost at that time. I will never go back to that and my Ladies are the better for it, as our my grands. I am in their lives and help them navigate it but alas I still don't want them wandering about downtown. They don't get to do a lot of the thing the kids their age get to do. Yogie is a lot like Goofy, mom and I. She so wants that special friendship but is not quite sure how to get one. She is sad a lot because she gets picked on. I try to help her have self worth, and I think she has it but sometimes she gets angry and puts people off or maybe just grates. I am not saddened by her ability to stand up for herself in ways Goofy couldn't or didn't know how to. Yogie is more like I was, so is consider a little odd by some of her classmates, but does stand up for herself when she needs to. She is also a little mouthy, hmmm wonder where she gets that? I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree even if it is a grafted apple..... I don't know how to fix it and maybe the key is that I should fix it, I should just be there to be her support and bolster the successes she makes..... tomorrow.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
The unbridled tongue......
This morning we studied James 3 and 4, we try and read two chapters each morning and then the Ladies either work on memorizing parables or recently they have been practicing their songs for singing at the nursing home and the assisted living. They get to chose the song they work on, they sort of have to chose ones I know enough to help them. I am tone deaf and I can't read music so it has to be one that I know quite well so I can help them with the tone. They are working on "when the roll is called up yonder" they have the chorus down, even the upper and lower parts, They understand how to hold the note as the other sings the bottom words. They are getting along on this song well. Their memory verses are on hold as they are working on their ministering to the aged, I think for now it is more important for them to learn.
This morning we studied about the tongue and how an unbridled one can lead to such misery and despair. They learned that you can manage something big like a horse with a bridle, such a small thing can control such a big thing. They learned that a rudder can control a massive ship, such a small thing can manage such a large thing. Our tongues are such a small thing and they control such a large thing our bodies and our lives. We spoke of the fact that a fount can not flow both sweet and bitter water, no fount I know streams fresh and salt water, it can not flow sweet tea and lemonade. We likened a fount that flows sweet and bitter as sisters that might read and sing to the Lord during Bible time but when they go to eat their breakfast they scream and yell at one another. They understood in real time the fleshes ability to, or need to stumble. We spoke of how God's will was that we be the fresh water and the devils will that we be the salt water of a fount.
We continued by speaking of hypocrisy of how we can manage to see that our sister or neighbor doesn't do their chores or might say a bad word; and seeing this we go tell on them but when we do the same thing we don't tell on ourselves, or repent of our own miss deed. That the tongue is truly one of the most destructive things in our lives and one of the most blessed, it is our choice on how we steer our rudder, how we bridle our words. I love the books in the Bible that are easiest for me to explain to them, and they can truly understand in their terms. I so much of the time can't explain the in depth meanings of some of the chapters to them, maybe because they are too young or I have no yet been enlightened by God of the meanings myself. I love that the living Word of God is a living breathing book that each and every time you read it there is something new, God reveals more to your heart and soul each time you read it. It is wondrous that the Ladies are embracing it at such a young age, and being trained up to go to the Lord first thing, and first thing in the morning.
This morning we studied about the tongue and how an unbridled one can lead to such misery and despair. They learned that you can manage something big like a horse with a bridle, such a small thing can control such a big thing. They learned that a rudder can control a massive ship, such a small thing can manage such a large thing. Our tongues are such a small thing and they control such a large thing our bodies and our lives. We spoke of the fact that a fount can not flow both sweet and bitter water, no fount I know streams fresh and salt water, it can not flow sweet tea and lemonade. We likened a fount that flows sweet and bitter as sisters that might read and sing to the Lord during Bible time but when they go to eat their breakfast they scream and yell at one another. They understood in real time the fleshes ability to, or need to stumble. We spoke of how God's will was that we be the fresh water and the devils will that we be the salt water of a fount.
We continued by speaking of hypocrisy of how we can manage to see that our sister or neighbor doesn't do their chores or might say a bad word; and seeing this we go tell on them but when we do the same thing we don't tell on ourselves, or repent of our own miss deed. That the tongue is truly one of the most destructive things in our lives and one of the most blessed, it is our choice on how we steer our rudder, how we bridle our words. I love the books in the Bible that are easiest for me to explain to them, and they can truly understand in their terms. I so much of the time can't explain the in depth meanings of some of the chapters to them, maybe because they are too young or I have no yet been enlightened by God of the meanings myself. I love that the living Word of God is a living breathing book that each and every time you read it there is something new, God reveals more to your heart and soul each time you read it. It is wondrous that the Ladies are embracing it at such a young age, and being trained up to go to the Lord first thing, and first thing in the morning.
Proverbs 22:6
King James Version (KJV)
6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
I hope that you were trained up in the Lord, but if not you can train up your child in the Lord, as the Lord is always awaiting your homecoming to him with open arms, today is the day of your homecoming just run into the Lords embrace...... tomorrow.
I hope that you were trained up in the Lord, but if not you can train up your child in the Lord, as the Lord is always awaiting your homecoming to him with open arms, today is the day of your homecoming just run into the Lords embrace...... tomorrow.
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