Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A Blessed Christmas

For Christmas,

Every year is so special in different ways. I am so blessed this day, its all because of Jesus who has turned ashes to beauty in my life, the hope and peace he has brought into my life. He is why we celebrate this day, without him there would be no light in this world and no hope to rest in. Please consider the following words,.... if Jesus never came, I read the following passage today and it was very thought provoking to consider without Christ there would be no Christmas yet so many celebrate it without him as I did for many years. Now that I know my Saviour in a personal way, Christmas has become so much more special than ever before. So I just had to share this. 
This is taken from the Streams in the Desert Daily Devotional
Christ our Consolation
“His name shall be called Emmanuel . . . God with us.” (Matt. 1:23) .
“The Prince of Peace” (Isa. 9:6).
“There’s a song in the air!
There’s a star in the sky!
There’s a mother’s deep prayer,
And a baby’s low cry!
And the star rains its fire
While the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.”
A few years ago a striking Christmas card was published, with the title, “If Christ had not come.” It was founded upon our Saviour’s words, “If I had not come.” The card represented a clergyman falling into a short sleep in his study on Christmas morning and dreaming of a world into which Jesus had never come.
In his dream he found himself looking through his home, but there were no little stockings in the chimney corner, no Christmas bells or wreaths of holly, and no Christ to comfort, gladden and save. He walked out on the public street, but there was no church with its spire pointing to Heaven. He came back and sat down in his library, but every book about the Saviour had disappeared.
A ring at the doorbell, and a messenger asked him to visit a poor dying mother. He hastened with, the weeping child and as he reached the home he sat down and said, “I have something here that will comfort you.” He opened his Bible to look for a familiar promise, but it ended at Malachi, and there was no gospel and no promise of hope and salvation, and he could only bow his head and weep with her in bitter despair.
Two days afterward he stood beside her coffin and conducted the funeral service, but there was no message of consolation, no word of a glorious resurrection, no open Heaven, but only “dust to dust, ashes to ashes,” and one long eternal farewell. He realized at length that “He had not come,” and burst into tears and bitter weeping in his sorrowful dream.
Suddenly he woke with a start, and a great shout of joy and praise burst from his lips as he heard his choir singing in his church close by:
“O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels,
O come let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord.”
Let us be glad and rejoice today, because “He has come.” And let us remember the annunciation of the angel, “Behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people, for unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:10, 11).
“He comes to make His blessing flow, Far as the curse is found.”

May our hearts go out to the people who have no blessed Christmas day. “Go your way, eat the fat, drink the sweet, and SEND PORTIONS TO THEM


Merry Christmas!!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Monument

Why am I proud of this picture? I know it sounds weird and why should I be proud of dirty dishes towering over the sink area reaching a height taller than me? Because it represents something, it actually represents an accomplishment of a different kind.
I usually maintain the dishes and other house chores quite well (with children's help too) not perfect by any means but it gets done and that is good, but the week I let them go was also good. It was beginning to get very difficult for me to stop and enjoy things, when there is always a meal to put on the table and fifty other tasks its easy to get too busy. That week it was better to not do and it was a something I needed to be reminded of..... we got to accomplish some special things that I will not forget and the dish tower picture is a reminder,  a monument to what is more important.....
 We were given a turkey to raise, we didn't have a place to put her because the chickens would be all mean and gang up on poor Thanksgiving. She would just free range, that was fine at first until we started stepping in the presents she left behind all over the yard. Also the turkey grew fond of Little G and would spend the whole time She was suposed to be schooling, right next to her on the other side of the glass door. G Girl was completely unable to accomplish any work for she was overcome with the turkey's cuteness and could not concentrate, poor thing.

I didn't want to clean anymore shoes, we needed a solution. Good fences make good turkeys.

Big Brother and I printed off dog house plans and planned to start building the following Monday for school.

It took us about 12 hours to complete, working for 2 or three hours everyday of that school week. We rounded up a bunch of scrap lumber from Daddy's stash to piece it together. Big Brother did all the measuring, I learned how to use a skill saw and cut what he measured. Then neither of us having ever built anything, struggled with it and figured it out together. Starting out with screws went well but we quickly ran out after the floor was put together, so it was one nail at a time after that.
It took much motivation and patience which at times did not sound like motivation or patience at all.
What a special time we had.

When the week was over Hubby got to teach Big B how to shingle the roof
with some extra we had. So not one dime was spent and Thanksgiving got a nice new home.

We built a door and placed a nice fence around it...
And Yes, every night I still find myself shoving that big turkey in the hole to keep her safe, she has yet to ever go in on her own (but I its just for a little longer).  

In the spring he will teach him how to cedar shingle to give it siding.
What were the other kids doing that week you ask? No worries there was industry
going on inside too. Praise was preparing for her first upcoming craft fair and making jewelry like crazy, I would jump in and help with some wire cutting when I came in after building. Little G was painting, reading and also making some earrings of her own to sell.
Little Buddy was mostly "helping" outside with the building project.

We ended that special week with her first craft fair (mine too) that Saturday. She did so well.
If you want to see some of her work she has an Etsy shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/TrueForgetMeNot
I am so proud of the people my children are becoming. And so thankful for the flexibility of homeschooling. And the refresher course that its okay to drop the textbooks, math and writing assignments.... and the dishes, and the laundry, ...yes, and even the picking up once in a while, in order to gain real life skills and memories that will last our entire lives.
Just spending that time together was such a gift. That was something I was forgetting in the big scheme of things that sometimes-- to not do is needed.
So once again, a bigger version this time, here is my photographic monument to 'not doing' 
and I am proud of it. 
I do have to admit that I took the picture after cleaning the area just a tiny bit, but I wish I hadn't!
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