An amazing fact i just realized this morning: I fit perfectly into my sons' socks!
I am just their size(in socks anyway).
Is that a strange feeling or what?
I mean, I carried these boys in my womb!
Now I use their socks when mine are all in the laundry.
hmmmmmmnnnn!
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Another fact for you all: it is mighty cooooold around these parts. Woodstove everyday.
Yesterday the librarians said we smelled like wood smoke.
hmmmmmmnnnn!
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over and out,
~pilgrimama
I am thankful for:
- a home that has many clean corners.
- That Father God has allowed me to have a lot of help around the house these days.
- I had my good friend's son over to do stuff like read, write, and look at pictures of how bananas grow, together with Chelsea.
- curried chicken
- a few hours of free time to go downtown and explore a shop full of lots of things including vintage stuff that looked straight out of Anne of Green Gables or The Secret Garden. Also, time to snuggle into a chair in the section of the library where the large print books and AARP magazines or something are displayed and read totally undisturbed! Laugh at me if you must...
- time spent reading to my chicks before bed. Priceless!
- a good bed
- Lee. Love that man! He makes wooden hangers for me to hang my washed zIPLOCK bags from so I can reuse them.
- And he gives me the recliner and treats my foot that got a splinter or something in it and reads aloud and sings with us before bed many evenings! He's good!
I need to get to bed if Imean to get anything done tomorrow!
Sleeeepy!
~pilgrimama
I have been thinking about human beings and how much we embrace life.
How we resist death,we do not tend to run toward it with open arms.
And I am thinking about how this is the difference between us and a fish or a bear or a tree.
God created us with an eternal soul.
I believe God's nature is for abundant life and we also deeply embrace life.
We seem to want to live forever.
Because sin was introduced to the world,there is death to our mortal bodies.
And that is hard.
But in Jesus we do have hope to live forever!
We are eternal souls. Our desires in the end are granted,in Jesus, we can live eternally.
I've been over reading quite often at Val's blog, following her journey as a young mother of two,who has recently lost her husband. It's the missing that's often so hard.
In other news, the children are mourning the loss of their neighbor friend who is moving away.
Wednesday, I hauled Jess into the dentist where he had two teeth pulled. (I tried not to watch.)
It is hard to watch my babies go through their little trials, but life terrestial seems to be like that...
Lest life sound all drear, we went out to a big farm in the country last night and had a feast.
Marinated chicken with pineapple,potatoes and onion, tortellini salad, rice, another salad that contained greens,raisins,sprouts and (i think)feta cheese.
Dessert followed.
Yummo!
And today, baaaack to homeschool,and meal making and maybe a nice,little walk!
love,
~pilgrimama
Spring came on Sunday.
At least the calendar said it did.
Forsythias graced our community center/church meeting hall. They were very yellow. The day seemed mostly gray.
Today I have the back door open, listening in on the crowd of children that play in my backyard-one from the neighbors, one here on a sleepover, and 3 of my own tribe.
Adults pass through chatting with each other and the children.
The huge tree by the shed is definitely green.
Spring is tentatively stepping over the threshold.
Lovely.
I am cleaning Odds and Ends clothing away from their respective spots. You know, that clothing that is outgrown, or needs a button, or needs to be cut into cleaning rags?
Yeah,that kind.
It's actually kind of fun!
~ happy spring cleaning
pilgrimama
We knew she was dying. Last Sunday, a week ago, we quietly cheered that she'd made it to church for the first time since her diagnosis.
Yesterday, one week later, we sat at her funeral.
Afterwards, we went to see her earthly body one last time.
She was plainly gone, only a shell remained.
She had stepped on in the eternal journey we are all on.
Bodies are amazing, the way they hold within a living soul. And when they cease to function, our spirit moves on.
I seem to be bumping into things all around me these days that real live humans gave me or left behind.
Tangible things that they once touched. They are no longer visible. But traces and fingerprints of theirs remain behind.
Mysterious. Part of Life.
This world's seemingly important things.
Not so important.
Something Realer to look for,to build for.
Yes.
~pilgrimama
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So- I wish I could write blog posts everydaaaaaayy.
But- I can't generally do that too easily.
Why?
Life seems to present me with choices,you see.
Like yesterday.
I could blog in my few "spare" minutes or I could have fellow homeschoolers over and we could do St. Pat's day stuff like make shamrock bookmarks and Irish bread.
And in order to make Irish bread I needed flour. And since I was out of flour I ran to the neighbors for flour. And since I was stepping out I needed to clean up and be presentable.
And so the morning goes.All this takes time (in which I live instead of blog).
If it's not one thing it's another.
Maybe new reading books from the library to sink our teeth into.
Or donut making research.
Or music practice
You know,for example. Stuff like that.
Real life seems to step in and call me and it's a challenge to pack everything into a day that I'd like to. Including blogging.
But I got up early this morning. Oh, yeah! And thus the blog post.
Maybe I should get up earlier every morning. That may be a post for another day though.
The great "discussion" between The Early Riser and The Late Riser in this household....
And now I think I've reached my time limit for writing.
Besides,do I hear coffee calling my name?
Coffee drinking,
~pilgrimama
Sometimes we have to dig a little into the pockets of our Faith to remember that we live according to the directions of our Air Traffic Controller and not by sight or our own logic.
Then we remember that when we walk by faith through challenges, that we find hidden blessings.
Lord, let my life reflect Your plans for who I am to be!
Dear Father God,
Let my life as a mother reflect Your plans,even when they are not the plans or lifestyle I would have chosen.
Let me know and feel Your tender love in the life You choose for me.
Please let me find the hidden blessings even when it's tough to see them.
Help me remember to always, always wait on You, because I have this problem of forgetting.
And Abba?
Please keep my mind sane through it all.
Off to be a mama, bake donuts (click on to see the recipe!) wash pillowcases, and all manner of other things, I imagine!
~pilgrimama
